<?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-20644659</id><updated>2011-12-25T11:05:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance is bliss</title><subtitle type='html'>Part of life is to annoy people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2323816300873940742</id><published>2011-12-19T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:02:58.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy.. again</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. So I might as well update, since I don't have the mood to do anything at the moment. And as always, I do not organise thoughts well, so this post will as usual not be well articulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This festive season, I ponder upon the meaning of democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the most ideal sense, democracy is the best policy out there. A collective society, harnessing the wisdom of the society as a whole (note, where the majority of the people have enough sense that the 'noise', i.e. the deviants and the clueless do not hold enough sway) point to the direction it wishes to go. In the past, conquest was probably of the greatest interest (I am no historian btw, this is a speculation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sincerely believe we do not understand democracy (neither do I, for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point one. (This is a pretty far fetched argument, but I think there is an underlying link somewhere.) We live in the information age. There is simply too much to think about, to pay attention to. You have the current advances in technology, oh that's iPhone 79, Android, Star Wars, epidemic, homosexuals, that new game in store, that hot chick right there, your work, boycotting bread, politics. So how many people do actually pay attention to politics (and policies for that matter). I have written before that politics in Malaysia is all about idolatry. Its about the leaders of both the government and the opposition. Its NOT about the policies they bring, and its NOT about the direction they want to go, which is missing the point completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think democracy is? Well, it is easy to say 'a collective sense of direction for the country' or even 'people power to decide what's best for the country'. Put it in simpler terms, I think its all about us as a society trying to solve our problems. Which is why I believe there are different parties in the first place. The religious party might think the prominent problems are that the people are not God fearing enough. The Green thinks more about sustainability etc. (That was a general analogy btw, I don't think its accurate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we look at Malaysia, we see only one problem. Read the comments in RPK's post, read the comments in TMI. In fact just read the comments anywhere on the Internet that mentions vaguely about our government/politics. The generic answer will be 'Whatever the problem is, remove the current government first. They are responsible for yada yada'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that a point has reached where people simply stop paying attention to anything any longer. They have implanted firmly the anti-establishment message in their head. And they won't listen to anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point two, directly following point one. How many people actually think of progress? We throw the words around, yet they hold no meaning. And as always, we like to say 'remove the government first. They are corrupt. They impede progress'. So what exactly is this progress that we are always talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good pay, good looking prime ministers, holy men acting holy, sustainability, everyone hand in hand dancing and singing and happy? That so does not sound like reality to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to working more towards mutual understanding and accepting each other? Do we have that? &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately I think no. At this stage, in my honest opinion progress for our country is to forge greater ties with ourselves. Despite all the problems revolving around economy, diseases, food etc. that threatens our very life, our greatest hurdle is still social living. In collective living, different view points are guaranteed. How we deal with it reflects the level of maturity of a society, which I believe ties in strongly with 'progress'. Progress to me is not as simple as building skyscrapers and eliminating poverty. It is how we think of each other and how we resolve differences, and how we solve problems &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;. We might not work well together today, but say in a month we worked together slightly better. Now that's progress to me. Everything else comes naturally after that. I firmly believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarise what I think: We have a distorted view on 'progress' (point two), we do not understand 'governance' (point one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I know I made a mistake in thoughts somewhere, but I think the points are supported to some extent. I am half asleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2323816300873940742?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2323816300873940742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2323816300873940742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2323816300873940742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2323816300873940742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/12/democracy-again.html' title='Democracy.. again'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3073384732236042685</id><published>2011-11-06T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:58:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff</title><content type='html'>I recently rediscovered Avril Lavigne. The Canadian who was my high school imaginary sweetheart, with her powerful voice and some lovely songs now entertains me again. I am happy, despite exams breathing down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Avril Lavigne &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Taylor Swift. My friends are avid fans of Taylor Swift. I think Lavigne wins hands down. At least I can relate to Avril Lavigne's songs (old songs anyway, like FREAK OUT) more, Taylor Swift is alwayssssss about some sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I don't quite understand about exams. I don't think exams are useful. I don't think exams are a fair assessment of what I have learned. After all, learning which equation to put to which problem doesn't sound very helpful when you're asked to design a real bad ass reactor, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I somehow find myself stressing out each and every time there's exams. I can't seem to shake off that grip exam has on me, I must do well in this exam because the grades are important. I know its not, I tell people its not, but my ego is there to tell me &lt;i&gt;I must do better than the others, because there is that satisfaction I can answer exam questions better than them! HA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ask me any time and I'll tell you exams are a waste of time. Somehow formal education has put itself in a bind, I guess. Without any assessment, who is to say whether the whole time spent on educating you has not been a waste of time? And yet the only form of assessment that we have is so unbelievably standardised that it fails its purpose. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, I won't be an engineer a good portion of my life, despite spending 4 years on it (5% of my life, assuming 80 years lifespan). I roughly know which path I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to take, but whether I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do it is unknown to me. I do not like dabbling in the future, except when dealing with issues about safety and risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I recently blew quite a bit of money buying books to read. This is acceptable money spending, except I hide in a game here and there to tell myself ITS ALRIGHT! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading 'Life's X factor' by none other than my department head, Professor Neil Broom. I found Dawkins to be horribly boring except&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Greatest Show on Earth (&lt;/i&gt;before I read Prof. Broom. I haven't even completed the book yet). I finished &lt;i&gt;Selfish Gene&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;somehow, and &lt;i&gt;Extended Phenotype&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;helped me sleep many nights away. So reading Prof. Broom is a refreshing activity, since the book is dedicated to point out what he thinks is wrong with all these biologists out there who denounce the existence of God, behind the shield of 'natural selection'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic interests me greatly. How on earth did evolution, natural selection etc. manage to drag the existence of God into question? I suppose largely its because mainstream religions like to portray a God that breathes down our neck and checking whether we've been naughty or not. And now we find that we are evolved(ing) creatures, and that our existence is not directly attributable to the Mighty One. And we argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? The fact that &lt;i&gt;existence&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;exists sounds to me as though there already is a manner of creation at hand. You cannot have something without creation, or its just a logical difficulty. In fact, I believe in a God, but not a mainstream God. I do not side with anthropocentric views, but there is certainly a cool guy out there who made things possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to revision. Update again when I feel bored enough. There's so much thoughts that I haven't been able to jot down, its such a waste, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the future (oops) I will look back and maybe laugh at myself a bit (Yes I do it now too. I think I was an idiot. Probably still am) when I read back about myself. Its a great way to reassess how one has changed, particularly the self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3073384732236042685?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3073384732236042685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3073384732236042685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3073384732236042685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3073384732236042685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-stuff.html' title='Old stuff'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7736624034594808290</id><published>2011-08-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:57:08.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>I am a firm believer in having a purpose. In anything significant that we do, of course there are lee-ways for such a statement. After all, we sometimes like to space out and stay in the other zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point. I am a firm believer in having a purpose. Sometimes, I feel as though our generation are a disillusioned bunch. We don't question anything, because everything has been laid out nicely for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The education system is in solid grounds now, thus nobody ever challenges it. Because challenging it requires us to put forth a better alternative. No one as of yet has seem to come forward with a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, students 'follow the path', simply because it is safe. And our future generations will follow this style as well, improving the path as they go. There are no major problems with that, my problem is that people do not think of why they do things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are studying because you want to? Most of us feel compelled to pursue education because it will put us in an advantage in searching for a better paying job, which will mean more money and a more comfortable life. How many of us actually believes in pursuing academic excellence because of what it offers in essence, i.e. knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, question the reasons behind every significant action of yours. People I know, in fact almost everybody I know have a generic purpose in things they do. I join this activity because it will look good in my CV. I do this because I want to meet more people (which is actually a good thing I suppose). And most of all, I work because I must feed myself. The last point is my point of contention, I don't believe we work solely for the purpose of feeding ourselves. Society cannot persist on a community of people wanting to feed themselves. It will degenerate eventually with greed, corruption and anarchy. It is symbolic of civilization that we know prudence; know what is enough and know the purpose in pursuing further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was mainstream once. I was living a completely comfortable life, everything accounted for from birth. Food, shelter you name it. Just one thing I was not provided in that totally dependent life. Purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have found a purpose though, its not solid as of yet. But I just wish to highlight the fact that, we live our lives not for an awesome CV, not for employment and certainly more than genetic requirements. Because we have intelligence, we must transcend the genetic purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No longer do we have those questions about dreams as we did during childhood. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........Doctor. To save lives. Ok maybe even the children are generic now as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7736624034594808290?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7736624034594808290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7736624034594808290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7736624034594808290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7736624034594808290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/08/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4279069399754331752</id><published>2011-08-02T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:12:48.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating alone is lonely</title><content type='html'>Anyone ever felt eating alone is just about the saddest thing to do? Everytime I find myself with food and no friends around, some form of solitude creeps up in me. The food is not enjoyable, because somehow company during eating is an integral part of the daily ritual. For that reason, I really dislike eating alone. Its too lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling to finish Bertie, too many things to do. My university decision-makers are complete assholes, because they took an automated gun out and riddled my timetable with holes. Some holes look as though they have been done in with a bazooka. I mean, 3 hour gaps between lectures? TWO of them in one day? It turned a 3 1-hour-lecture day into a 9 hour day. I shouldn't be whining like this, but I must scream out somewhere that there is an imbecile at large. Oh why is that? Because the 1-hour gaps are unproductive, 2-hour gaps are slightly less unproductive, and 3-hour gaps are lesser unproductive. And they are all unproductive. Complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so? First, it takes 15 minutes to find a spot to settle down. Then it takes up to half an hour to get the rhythm of productivity, by which time you pack up and go to the next lecture. Or else you can continue the productivity for an extra hour, and find that you cannot finish your assignment. And the next time you sit down, you take an extra 15 minutes to recall what you have done and get back on track. That's one hour to get the rhythm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think I'm slow. Its to do with the mood. I'm not one to switch modes immediately. Heck, I take at least half an hour to fall asleep at nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I have not updated for ages and suddenly I come back here whining. I am ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I should finish Bertie soon, because I have purchased Dawkin's &lt;i&gt;The external phenotype.&lt;/i&gt; Now, don't start the fire about Dawkins being a complete bigot about religion. He's a downright atheist, and completely pro-evolution theory. Nothing wrong with evolution theory, I think. But I do not think that evolution theory is sufficient to justify the lack of existence of a divine being. Nor do I think it justifies the existence of a divine being. Divinity is a tricky problem, because the only tool we have is faith and logics. Logics is incapable of inferring the divine, simply because it is fundamentally flawed, riddled with epistemic problems. Faith is even trickier, simply because it does not offer argument and it is usually hard to differentiate between the blind, the zealots, the liars and the sages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4279069399754331752?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4279069399754331752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4279069399754331752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4279069399754331752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4279069399754331752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/08/eating-alone-is-lonely.html' title='Eating alone is lonely'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2621373511323832875</id><published>2011-03-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:38:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Bertie's book is good. Its light enough for heavy stuff, and is comprehensible for people in general (I guess. I can't take common sense for granted though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating, simply because I can't find the mood to do anything. Instead, I am seeing a lot of conflict between people recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, its understandable when someone criticizes you, or wants to cast you away, obviously there is some problem. AND its perfectly understandable when you get on the defensive, because everyone feels they either did nothing wrong or always deserve a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should like to think in history no one has ever been to war thinking they are on the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we tiny creatures have so much social problems simply because we can't communicate properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold a pen and write proper stuff. But I can't seem to do it, because I can't seem to want to make myself do it. I wonder.... I am so lazy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Japan, its heart rending. It affected me in the sense that my anime shows are being disrupted, but I'm not complaining. They have it tougher there. But somehow, on the Internet, you get to see people who says stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha Japan, remember Pearl Harbor? Its Karma!!!" or similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, we are in an enlightened age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, put it bluntly, some of us are in an enlightened age (I wonder where do I fit). Some. Most of us are in the other category. Emotion driven, and temperamental (temper and mental).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Thomas Friedman's 'Lexus and Olive Tree'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2621373511323832875?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2621373511323832875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2621373511323832875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2621373511323832875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2621373511323832875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3915596057536135220</id><published>2011-02-12T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:19:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In</title><content type='html'>about 2 weeks I'll be off to Auckland again. This year I have planned a few (really a few) stuff to do that will keep me occupied and still have time for studies and wasting (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top and foremost is to continue my philosophy studies. If there is one thing I seriously realized from my trip overseas, it is that I cannot only focus on engineering studies alone. That would mean I am following along the path that has been well laid out (more on this). Hence, I took up philosophy as an interest, and to guide my life along, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is a tentative plan to volunteer. I considered SPCA and Greenpeace, and some slight internal debate raged until I asked Aimee Lee and her reply was 'if the planet is not here the dogs won't be either'. Makes sense. But I proceeded to lecture her about 'saving the world'. Because its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days will be silent contemplation while I finish off a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle. Talk about multitasking. I actually think a lot while I'm doing something that requires a small degree of thought and heaps of concentration. Weird eh? I'm like 'Ethics of humans should be like.. oh this piece goes here... now where was I? Oh space travel is currently...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me. It is dangerous to share too much info about yourself on the net. Many people have been receiving death threats for ill treating a dog they didn't have because some guy had a tattoo and they didn't. Talk about common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the police said they don't know who tortured poor Sushi. Oh of course, the owner should not ill treat his pet, which he bought to love. I wonder why do people not become outraged at the cruel way we're slaughtering chickens or cows. Oh, they're not animals, they're food. My bad. Talk about common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, a national outrage over dog abuse? Death threats? My goodness, there's even much hoo-haa over some child custody case that is so high profile. And of course, there is the ever entertaining side such as banning Valentine's day, fear of evangelism and conversion, sin polices etc. Really, talk about common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of&amp;nbsp; course, racism.&lt;br /&gt;(Racism is only there because we are conscious about it. There is some weird psychological thing going on here, why do we discriminate when we are recognizably the same species? It is one thing I think I will find notes about. Philosophy dabbles with psychology much, you see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moral police in Malaysia is always the interesting group. Imposing one's will upon others tends to be a messy business, unless you are a mighty king who has the adoration and worships of your people. Otherwise, attempting to tell people what to do (or what not to do), especially people who thinks they are (or in fact, are in some sense) free people, will be difficult. Now, its not hard to see where they are coming from. Generally, religion requires us to control our desires and be one who is nice and fair. No problem there. Problem comes when different people try to pick apart word by word what the religious scriptures tell. A picture tells a thousand words, a thousand people looking at the same picture will be telling what... a million different words? Talk about common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of a friend, "I feel insulted they feel my faith in my religion is so easily swayed by something such as a party celebrating a special day of another religion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more I read of philosophy, truly the more ignorant I feel. Yet at the same time it is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, I am no nearer to figuring out why are we still running education in the first place. Besides churning out workers. To help the country progress to... I don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel strongly that the first step is to pick up the trash in your own home and make life easier before we consider ambitious goals. Easy to say, doesn't it? But nooo, we humans are complicated beings. We MUST complicate stuff because 'its not so easy'. Try calling your telco customer service and see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just suddenly remembered the 100 storey project to flaunt our country's wealth. Talk about common sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this blog post ended up being another rant on multiple topics in one go. Talk about common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I realized throughout writing this post, that common sense doesn't seem so common after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3915596057536135220?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3915596057536135220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3915596057536135220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3915596057536135220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3915596057536135220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/02/in.html' title='In'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3538833806330234298</id><published>2011-02-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:42:02.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is</title><content type='html'>an inexplicably frustrating feeling when you are not being heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a break from overthinking things. Its tiring, keeping the mind in overdrive constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3538833806330234298?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3538833806330234298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3538833806330234298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3538833806330234298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3538833806330234298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-is.html' title='There is'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4693083644143217674</id><published>2011-01-29T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:38:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>....approaching 200 blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too terribly many, considering my postings are so irregular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would like to recommend to any dear readers, do read books written by Farish A.Noor. He writes very good books, books about his travels are GREAT. Because I love how he injects his feelings, emotions and revelations as he travels around searching for himself, searching for enlightenment and above all else, searching for meanings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically devoured his books, and during work time at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a recurring theme he writes? Loss of self, seeing too much and he highlights that an all too always-repeating source of conflict is the lack of understanding and communication. Every conflict ridden place he trods on, people lament that they are not being understood or appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elite, the learned, the academics who do not truly step foot in and talk to them always misunderstand. Sometimes, what people want above all else is recognition, respect and not development in the capitalist sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I am happ that such people are out there. People who do not seek comfort in air conditioned malls, convenience and comfort in life. All they want is an identity, to live out their life as they please and not subject to the fashions and trends of the rich and the urban people. Materials are all they are, materials. They mean nothing if you understand what you are, an animal. Not that I am an extreme who thinks he can live without contact with money or materials (there are people like that. I forgot what the term is to describe them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would very much love to talk to the man. Perhaps I should consider travelling, real travelling. Not one where the itinerary has been planned beforehand, where tourist spots are visited. No, travel and talk to people. Understand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dream of a united humanity will never come true until the day we understand one simple thing; variation. Tolerance does not even come into the picture. And acceptance not really. Just understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4693083644143217674?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4693083644143217674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4693083644143217674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4693083644143217674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4693083644143217674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8781516484226798493</id><published>2011-01-23T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:51:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just after</title><content type='html'>I wrote I believe racism cannot be solved by identifying it, I read Farish A.Noor's book that wrote 'racism' does not exist, because as far as the strictest technical definitions goes; there is only one race. The human race. When I read that, I realized how mistaken I was, and couldn't even begin to think of why I didn't realize that word play in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we use the words 'racists/racism/racial' so freely. What are we? Monkeys and Chimps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue here, is dealing with ethnic discrimination, if you like. Or ethnic whatever. And well, Farish made the arguments so well that I am very inclined to agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the idea of 'racism' in Malaysia pretty much came from our so beloved colonists, the British Empire of then. The ruling idea of then was the well established 'pecah dan perintah', split em and rule em all. And from there, well, I think you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reading his book, it strikes me harder than a homerun baseball landing right on your nose (I don't know how it feels though). I DO NOT REALLY KNOW MY COUNTRY'S HISTORY!! How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, apart from the high school textbook (which is horrendous, in my opinion. Too much emphasis on memorizing, too little on us actually understanding and appreciating), there really isn't much published information about our country available in our bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend tried to search for historical books on Malaysia once. And she couldn't find it. Not in any bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through MPH's online catalogue. And they, well categorized books by Malaysians and about Malaysia under the category 'Malaysia'. At least three out of four are about our shitty politics. Experts offering opinions. Books by Mahathir. Books about Anwar. Books about corruption, scandals, elections. And if its not about politics, its either comics or lifestyle (I remember I quite enjoyed Lydia Teh's books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, and I bet most of us Malaysians do not realize, or even care, that we are losing our roots. We do not safeguard our past, we are concerned about the present and the future of our country's politics (and incidentally, the present is a mess and the future? Nobody knows where we're even going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I feel for my country. My fellow people, who thinks patriotism means to love your country and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tak kenal maka tak cinta', I should like to throw this quote back at the people who gave it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8781516484226798493?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8781516484226798493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8781516484226798493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8781516484226798493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8781516484226798493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-after.html' title='Just after'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3816472348499536272</id><published>2011-01-20T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:15:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At Home&lt;/i&gt; by Bill Bryson. Very enjoyable read, I must say. The only complaint being the rising price of books (RM120? Daylight robbery. Fuck Inflation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am plowing through Farish A. Noor's &lt;i&gt;What your history teacher doesn't tell you&lt;/i&gt;. I realized, all the philosophy books I have read are a form of history. So yes, I have been deeply immersed in history reading for the past two years. Surprising, even to myself. Even more surprising is I don't know shit about my country's history. I know more about the West. Tells me something, does it tell you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in High School, history was one of the chew-swallow-regurgitate subjects. It is not one to give much thought for, my past thoughts were that they are past events. Despite the quote 'Those who do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it' printed in the textbook, it is not appealing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, slightly more grown up, I still loathe the school's history textbook. For entirely different reasons. I abhor the methods employed in getting us to know our history. I absolutely hate the twisting of history (and I did question why the heck are we honoring pirates in our textbooks, simply because they fought the anjing penjajah?). Now academics are piling up the texts about how wrong the history we learned are, and at a time when History is becoming a must pass subject? So what's a student to do? Learn the wrong stuff and pass simply because the government wants it to be? Talk about senseless education. Talk about meaningless education. Talk about purposeless education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through my twenty odd years, repeatedly the government has tried to reach out to me and preach their ideas of racial superiority. The BTN comes to mind, NS not so much, and the school syllabus? Total insult to academics. Teaching what, and not why is one thing I can never ever swallow down. This is why you are getting idiots, mass produced even. And the idea of racial superiority is utter bullshit. Privilege can be given, no problem there, but when it comes to assigning levels of civilization based on races, then definitely it is done by those who feel they are inferior. We are born equal (misfortunes like mutations aside, and external environment like family richness aside), the essence that differentiates each of us are our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I do not like politics. Nobody does, except if it helps them get rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, despite what I wrote up there, I do not believe racism can be eliminated. For each day I am identified as a Chinese, that's when racism is alive. Make everyone beige, as Russell Peters suggested, then we may be able to talk of racism as something of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is an excellent idea, provided you get the right people up. And that condition is almost impossible to fulfill, as I am now led to believe. And no, don't even consider about the other government structures. Shifts could be well bloodied. Ideas in the hands of people can get dangerous, and history has shown it many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like night time. It helps me think, because of the silence. And yet I have to sleep, for I have work in the daytime. Sometimes I wish I was an immortal who does not need sustenance, yet am able to partake in food. SOMETIMES. Living forever does have its perks, but I shudder at the consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3816472348499536272?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3816472348499536272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3816472348499536272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3816472348499536272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3816472348499536272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-9146513805882601941</id><published>2011-01-12T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:31:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEAT</title><content type='html'>First decent post of a new year, which I don't see the significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing to note. I AM NOW A CRAZY FANBOY OF &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spice_and_wolf"&gt;A CERTAIN WOLF&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I broke a sweat watching an anime. That was how intense it was to me, despite it all being about trading o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about the degenerate activities that I indulge ever so often. On a more productive side, I have finished 'THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH' by a certain evolving Mr. Dawkins. Evolution might not be the greatest show to me, but it certainly is perhaps one of the best books out there about evolution. The way he lays out everything, the way I see it is that the evidences are extremely convincing. So much so there is little room for debate. I have admittedly not given this issue much thought, for evolution and nature are topics of the real. In my head lies questions on meta levels, and those are much more absorbing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in light of this book, I would indeed profess to admit this theory is, for the most part the best there is in the foreseeable future. Naturally, theories can be improved, even new ones can be introduced. In this case, even if we introduce a new theory, it will probably be an even more refined (not to say its not refined now) theory of evolution, with a lot more details to iron out whatever creases there might be that the Creationists can attack. If, that is. I do not know if it is necessary, but I like to think there are always holes in everything. Me being the sceptic of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, in an age of Science can we say for sure that the philosophy of science is spelling God's demise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proper answer would always be 'I don't know for sure'. But revelations upon revelations pile up, and the few big questions are being shoved out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it is still romantic to think of existence as something made with a moral/cosmic order. Considering the fact that existence came from nothing, then in the puddle of existential chaos there came a small pocket of order that gave birth to life and us wondering where everything came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, God did not design you. It will be arrogant to even think of that. The possibility of us being an intermediate to a greater species remains (haha evolution speaking), and even if you do not believe in evolution the possibility of an even greater species existing out there that can outsmart and outfight us remains, no matter how small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the way stuff wink in and out of existence, and time being a relative thing, pretty much everything is chaos when we reach the cosmic scale. Whos to say our little mind will be able to understand the turbulent nature of... randomness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fun word : Cosmologists describe the experience of falling into a black hole as 'spaghettification'. You are stretched out like a spaghetti by gravity. It would probably be painless. Why? Cause you'd be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson's new book 'A short history of private life' is an awesome read. Feels to me that, from the time he embarked to undertake the project of 'A short history of nearly everything', Mr. Bryson here has been learning and thinking a lot more. Because his previous books feel differently, them being travel notes. But his humour is evident. I like the way he presents history. They are full of stuff you won't find in your history text book. Like someone famous having sex with a prostitute on the roadside and nobody knew because it was so dark (this was the pre-electric age). Its worth the money, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from my situation with the real, I probably can't start on Mr. Russell's 'History of Western Philosophy'. The book bears quite a bulk, and its paperback. Full of heavy stuff. I expect headaches. Perhaps I should try the mischevious wolf's light novels, just for something to take my mind on a holiday to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-9146513805882601941?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/9146513805882601941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=9146513805882601941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/9146513805882601941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/9146513805882601941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweat.html' title='SWEAT'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-5281042909413975412</id><published>2011-01-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:17:49.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't done this for a long time</title><content type='html'>........uploading a picture that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TSHoXGt3yKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S9YL3WvsSWQ/s1600/I%2527m+with+stupider%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TSHoXGt3yKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S9YL3WvsSWQ/s400/I%2527m+with+stupider%2521.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-5281042909413975412?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/5281042909413975412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=5281042909413975412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5281042909413975412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5281042909413975412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/havent-done-this-for-long-time.html' title='Haven&apos;t done this for a long time'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TSHoXGt3yKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S9YL3WvsSWQ/s72-c/I%2527m+with+stupider%2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8845361886956540175</id><published>2011-01-01T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:23:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets end the year</title><content type='html'>with a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, knowing me, don't expect nice stuff like 'oh this year had been a great year, i resolve to be better next year'. Because I think that's shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I shall drone about how we, as a human society has failed to understand our purpose. Well, maybe not all of us, but it certainly is apparent in people I come across. And even though my facebook boasts 200 friends (I am an 'average' Malaysian. Imagine that. I thought the average 'friendship' of Malaysians should be like 1000. You people have way too many friends, some that you don't even know anymore), I do come across heaps of people. And we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, what did I mean by not understanding our purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, many of us don't know why we are doing science. Or that science is fallible in some places. Or what science exactly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong here, and this is certainly what I believe + my own opinions. They are not in any way.. well.. presented as facts, rather as what I understood from observation and some reading. You get the point I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is science? It was an attempt to understand, exploit Nature and at the same time I guess it was also to undermine religious institutions (you know which one) from holding absolute political power and telling people what does not appear to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But science has grown, so much that many people who study and practice science don't know what it is anymore. In the streets I see many claims that 'this is scientifically proven', but nobody questions what it means to be scientifically proven, nor the methods of proving it. And incidentally, most of the time it employs statistics (which apparently is widely misunderstood, even by statisticians so it is claimed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate, I take points from an article that I agreed with (no I won't link it here. Its long boring and you won't read it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few tests that deal with real living subjects have no effect. Few, in fact almost virtually none. The method of statistically proving, or rather disproving stuff relies heavily on what is known as a null hypothesis. Since the testing methods are limited and heavily influenced (eg hard to control the variables) , the usual step is to set up a null hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say 'Eating Grass will not make you look prettier'. And you get a sufficiently large group of volunteers, say 100 people. Their looks you have managed to quantify (somehow), and you have a reasonably controlled environment. For simple arguments sake, everything is good for your test. Except your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, living beings being living beings, we are dynamic. So the expected results will be a scatter, since that is the point in the beginning, you want to know the distribution. And you do get one, you analyse it. You get a spread. Some people do get prettier, some people get uglier, but most people are unaffected (or significantly affected). But overall, the bulk of the data gives you a, say 98% probability that the effect is give or take 3 unit of prettiness. You would perhaps confidently announce there is no 'significant effect' from eating grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw the distinction between 'significant effect' and 'not make you look prettier'. One absolutely states that it will have no effect on your looks, and that is the hypothesis. But your data indicates there ARE changes, good or bad or too little to bother with, and they balance out nicely to tell you 'no significant effect'. So, while you may say it is proven statistically, somewhere out there 1 out of 100 people will get prettier if only they would eat grass. And you told them it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I made it simple enough, and I don't know if eating grass will make you prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, second point being that, a few younger people I came across recently profess interest in science. But when I ask them 'why', I get generic answers. 'Career'. 'Interest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What irks me is they are interested in something they don't really know what is going on about. I don't know how to put it in words (really honestly), but sometimes I question whether they truly understand what science is for and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets step back a bit and allow me to explain something a little bit out of place, but I hope to use this to explain the position of science from my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans have two ultimate goals. One is to survive, and another is to understand. The price of developing intelligence is that we are too aware. We question our existence. We are curious, and incidentally insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why over time we began the practice of worship (I can be entirely wrong here. This is pure reasoning on my part, not even scientific or religious). We want to feel we have something to pursue for. God became the ultimate idea (I am agnostic by the way, but I guess I would change soon, after a bit more thinking. Not to mainstream though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, philosophy came in. And boyy, did they come in huge. I don't know when philosophy 'began', but from the Western side it probably started with them Greeks. But hey, that is not in the strict sense, since if we are capable of thought and questioning from way back, then philosophy should probably arise when such capabilities arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many schools form, Socratic Platonic Tectonic you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of them appeared in somewhat modern human age. That is science, the philosophy of causality. Everything that happens has a cause, and an associated effect. I think we can even attribute this to the Greeks. That's how far back it went, though not formally called science until much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is science about? Classical science employs empiricism. You observe something, you infer a cause and you test it under controlled conditions. I think it was called similitude, simulating nature in a lab. It has been successful so far, since many things in our macro world are reproducible. A ball that you throw upwards will always fall down, due to gravity. That is highly reproducible, and not once has it failed to fall down (the ball I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, it has certainly served us well. Such simple ideas behind it. Understanding the cause and the effect brings about huge effects (hah!). We build factories and stuff based on this. Processes, machines, you name it. All products of science, which is a child of philosophy (I like to think of science as a child of philosophy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, science has grown. We not only observe and take note, we predict. With almost absolute certainty, I can tell you any ball you throw upwards will fall down towards the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp; but of course you could launch it with such great force that it breaks free of the gravity field. I am wrong there then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you get what I mean, we can predict stuff. Ah hey, but we not only can predict stuff, based on these information we now can put forward new theories/ideas/models based on old ones. And these are mostly borderline metaphysics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atomic theory comes to mind. Funny how no one disputes atoms around me, but many people out there apparently do not believe in atoms simply because it hasn't been seen (oh but it has been seen. They have managed to scan their shapes out). Quantum theory gives us a whole list of subatomic particles (I can devote an entire year to writing blog posts about them, not to say I understand a whole lot there. Just to show how much you can say about it), and string theory predicts even freakier stuff. Thing is, not one of them can be experimented on for now. They fit into models very nicely, and whatever indirect observations that can be made seem to conform to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing in mind that we cannot know anything absolute, these are the powers of science that allow us to understand, or at least seem to understand nature. (I want to complain that we do not ascribe laws to Nature. We propose Laws or Models that describe Nature, not the other way around! Realize that! Many people don't, surprisingly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Hawking miffed me when he proudly announced that philosophy is coming to an end. Because they, using physics and their results are able to describe Creation itself. I find that somewhat disconcerting, and for lack of a better word, arrogant. Socrates will have a field day with Mr Hawking there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look, science is philosophy in action. It is applied, and it has changed our lives so much. It made survival easy for many of us that the only problem you have is your love life and you want to kill yourself because of it. Good way to clear the gene pool of stupidity I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets summarize what I have written. Science is a branch of philosophy that deals explicitly with reality, in the way that we interact with Nature and observe its behaviour. And we have expanded it to be capable of (certain, reasonable) predictions and even propose models for behaviors of Nature that cannot be experimented upon. Did I miss anything? I hope not, its 2011 and I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just get more people to appreciate what they are doing and why, that we may fulfill the 2nd purpose better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Will we someday reach a pinnacle of knowledge and wisdom that we have but one Law that can describe Nature in its entirety? One Law that will be able to explain everything from existence down to every single process, why there are energy, why there is matter etc. And perhaps One Mathematical (if maths survive the advancements.) equation that will allow us to calculate everything from your body temperature to the exact date and time the sun will blow up in your face to the total number of galaxies in existence. All in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nice, but it remains unclear if science will give that to us, because the part of being unable to experiment is, well, not so 'scientific' in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I hope I covered my grounds properly (I always write without drafting or editing. Pardon my errors). Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8845361886956540175?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8845361886956540175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8845361886956540175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8845361886956540175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8845361886956540175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-end-year.html' title='Lets end the year'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7284860059135379496</id><published>2010-12-28T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:06:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have started reading</title><content type='html'>Richard Dawkins. The Greatest Show on Earth. At 'work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first chapter covers definition and pretty much bitching a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mr.Dawkins, 40% of Americans do not believe in Evolution. They believe in what is known as Creationism, that is everybody just sprang into existence, each discrete and unique i.e. designed entirely by God to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 40% is huge. That's 2 out of 5. And the other 3 are not necessarily evolution fans I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do I think of it? I don't know. Pretty much Evolution is the only thing I was thought, and I have not given much thought to this. I follow the philosophical trend of 'nothing is absolute. Science is entirely fallible'. But even then, I feel empathy when Mr. Dawkins mentioned that scientists are not given the due credibility. In some sense that is agreeable I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to say all life sprang into existence within a week =/ even if we were to go all philosophical about this, while it does not violate any of my philosophical thoughts, it does sound counter intuitive and reeks of religious ideas. Not my idea of common sense nor process anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 29/12/10&lt;br /&gt;I find Mr Dawkins to be a funny man. His usage of words is excellent in that it politely yells at you 'YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT IF YOU BELIEVE OTHERWISE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 29/12/10 (2)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no drama like ToraDora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7284860059135379496?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7284860059135379496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7284860059135379496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7284860059135379496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7284860059135379496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-have-started-reading.html' title='So I have started reading'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1434590655021832976</id><published>2010-12-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:26:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drying your hands can be a Dilemma too!</title><content type='html'>Today after washing my hands, I proceeded to dry them. But it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I use paper, I have to consider the trees that are felled. Deforestation, animal habitats destroyed, greenhouse effect etc comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the dryer. But hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I use the dryer, I have to consider the environmental damage caused by electricity generation. All the mining, combustion that releases gases, death of miners, flooding from dams, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there for a good two minutes considering my alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I wiped my half dry hands on my shirt and walked out the toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1434590655021832976?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1434590655021832976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1434590655021832976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1434590655021832976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1434590655021832976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/drying-your-hands-can-be-dilemma-too.html' title='Drying your hands can be a Dilemma too!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3080634617556642798</id><published>2010-12-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:00:49.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in case you didn't know</title><content type='html'>but you guys are so outnumbered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TQd4gpAQZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cYs0Z_NEoZg/s1600/fliendsx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TQd4gpAQZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cYs0Z_NEoZg/s1600/fliendsx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TQd3narJzUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9q1OBbWKyJU/s1600/fliends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;time to change profile pic no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3080634617556642798?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3080634617556642798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3080634617556642798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3080634617556642798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3080634617556642798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='in case you didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TQd4gpAQZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cYs0Z_NEoZg/s72-c/fliendsx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6918079781808899491</id><published>2010-12-12T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:57:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katanagatari</title><content type='html'>That's 5 a's out of 6 vowels. Spoiler alert if you do watch the series and haven't completed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended, with the lead's dying wish to spread the way of greeting people with 'Cheerio!' throughout ancient Japan. Cute. It is used with the wrong meaning in this sense. Cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final episode questioned heaps, though not exactly too directly relevant to our interests. But I liked it nonetheless, since the core can be added with the details to make them relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this series, and liked the author's style with stories. Looking forward to more quality work from NisioisiN (which if you read backwards and forwards, is the same. Cool pen name eh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6918079781808899491?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6918079781808899491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6918079781808899491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6918079781808899491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6918079781808899491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/katanagatari.html' title='Katanagatari'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1022024657716141758</id><published>2010-12-11T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:42:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>So what do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored out of my wits these past few days. My internship doesn't start until Monday, and I have no commitments. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest though, I seriously appreciate the boredom. Being bored is a luxury; finding things to occupy our time and satiate the otherwise empty feeling is a natural thing to do I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time is as transient as it gets to me (unless I am in great pain. Relativity!). When I get bored, my body shuts down slowly. I get lethargic. I get sleepy. I get listless. I get disinterested. And the weather here in Malaysia doesn't help. At all. I wonder how I grew up until 19 in this climate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing being, while my body functions in the most unhealthy manner after a few days of bumming around being bored, my mind for one did not stop spinning new tales, new worlds, new ideas. While I sat there being bored and watching the wall, I was simultaneously in another world. Slaying monsters, debating, researching in a thought lab, pondering on science and philosophy. If I could find the time and effort to pen them down, no matter how gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thinking done without moving. Oh heck I haven't cut my fingernails. That's been 3 days since I thought of it, and its really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my internship starts, I wonder when can I afford such luxury again? Being bored that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, life is not defined as crying the first five years, studying the next 20, working the next 30 and crying till you reach the grave. Might as well be an android. Android 2.1 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, while pondering the fact that matter blinks in and out of existence. That is experimentally observed in two pieces of electrically charged plates with supposed vacuum between them and well sealed. And naturally, people begin to think that our universe is perhaps something that blinks in and out of existence, just as the 'blinking matter' that exists for nanoseconds. Relativity I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, books really are cheaper here huh? Anybody know the price for 'History of Western Philosophy' by Bertrand Russell and where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1022024657716141758?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1022024657716141758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1022024657716141758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1022024657716141758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1022024657716141758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6307389294681176118</id><published>2010-12-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:19:51.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>Um, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in the sweltering hot hellish food heaven tropics, and the first thing I do after a snack, a shower and some family chat is to update my blog. How dedicated am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed Melbourne heaps. I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins&lt;br /&gt;Penguins&lt;br /&gt;More Penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made a fortnight. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6307389294681176118?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6307389294681176118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6307389294681176118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6307389294681176118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6307389294681176118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/12/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7513130721118642980</id><published>2010-11-18T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:32:22.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny that</title><content type='html'>When we are so immersed in something, we forget the question of why we exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are bitching about so and so, they forget the question of why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never seem to be able to see things from other sides. That is the greatest failure of our kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I will be enjoying myself in Melbourne the next two weeks. Doubt there will be updates, so chill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio! (In case you are wondering, it is a catchphrase from the anime Katanagatari, or Sword Story. A catchphrase that the character misunderstood the meaning and used it repeatedly oblivious to the actual meaning. Its infectious to me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7513130721118642980?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7513130721118642980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7513130721118642980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7513130721118642980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7513130721118642980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-that.html' title='Funny that'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-443798110183647480</id><published>2010-11-15T07:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:32:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Rangers and Ultramen</title><content type='html'>When I was young, my heroes were inevitably the Power Rangers, Ultraman, Masked Riders and of course, Son Goku from Dragon Ball. Coupled with Disney, they make up an interesting part of philosophy and morality combo for when I was young, and naturally it went unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think about them from my perspective now, the first few introduces the idea of good and bad. Monsters are bad, because they eat people. The heroes/heroines are good, because they protect us. Simple as that. And violence against such creatures are justified, because well, they are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney introduces the idea that each and everyone of us are unique. It feeds our imagination, and plants the ideas that the world can be a better place if we would just love everyone more, and express it properly. In fact, if we take one step further, it subtly hints that each of us are princes and princesses in our own rights, and that we will find 'the one for us', enjoy love and bask in its sweetness and live happily forever after. Such ideals are wonderful, and I still do think so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality is strange. Everybody loves Disney stories, everybody agrees with it. But you don't see happy people dancing in the street. Reason is? I don't know but I guess people are weary and think reality is a bitch. There's work.. there's relationship problems. Love is not what was portrayed in Disney. Something I personally feel, well, nothing is complicated. We are the complicated ones, and we complicate everything. The same argument holds for physics and mathematics. Although I doubt there is an absolute truth in these, the beauty of these two subject lies in its simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at the age of 21 (approaching 22), I introduce to you the 'Philosopher Rangers'. Warriors who fight against the crushing depression of human stupidity, and seek to make sense of the reality and people. My heroes, are all dead unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I must confess I do not understand them completely yet, though I doubt there is a single soul on Earth even now who understands them 100%. You can't even understand your wife, how could you understand deep thinkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, we have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kierkegaard"&gt;Kirky&lt;/a&gt; (an affectionate nickname I gave him, not &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirby_%28character%29"&gt;Kirby&lt;/a&gt; though).&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b009fycc"&gt;radio on BBC website&lt;/a&gt; this morning on Kirky, and well, much of what I said about my philosophy in the previous post had actually been covered by Kirky. So much for my own originality, but I find comfort not in recognition of originality, rather I am happy that I have made the same realization as someone who heavily influenced the world of thinking with (not exactly) same ideas that I had. In fact, it was pretty much summarized in the first 20 minutes of the talkshow. Kierkegaard holds that we cannot know anything absolute, i.e. we are not entitled to God's view as mentioned in the talkshow. Reason and rationalization are not absolute, but acceptance is what constitutes faith. he rejects all manner of institutionalization of religion (namely Christianity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not agree entirely with Kierkegaard's ideas. Not all. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Hero, we have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heidegger"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heidegger was one who studied profusely into the subject of 'existence' or as he termed it, 'Being'. I admire him strongly for that, for he spent a great deal of time making sense of why we exist, why we are 'be-ing'. The field in question is none other than 'Ontology', the question of Being. Unfortunately, Heidi got entangled in the Nazi craze. Of course, why he did it is very possibly because the Nazis were partly influenced by his thoughts. And naturally they incorporated his ideas into their doctrines of German supremacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi was deeply into language. A romantic perhaps? He believed in primordial languages, namely Greek, and that these oldest languages held 'True meanings' to words, unlike his 'present' language where words are said without meaning what they meant. Think of slangs even now, that is perhaps what he felt was the corruption of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I do not agree entirely with Heidi either. Whatever I understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third, we have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kant"&gt;Can't&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kant is the one I understand the least. The few books I read about him, explaining his ideas, employs super heavy words and super heavy languages. But nevertheless, the essence of his ideas are what attracts me. We strongly cannot know anything absolute, according to Kant. He divides the human mind into four primary faculties, namely Pure Reason, Practical Reason, Judgement and one more I forgot what. And he studies (armchair speculation, I believe) deeply into the relation between these. I don't understand much, but from what little I gleaned, Kant holds a treasure of ideas on, well, Ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't understand much, I can't say I disagree with him. Partly because whatever I understood (I hope not wrongly), I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, we have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertrand_Russel"&gt;Bertie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Bertie is known for his quick wit. His major(? there are others but major to me) study is in philosphical history, epistemology, logic, and of course the main interest of him I think is NUMBERS. Numbers are so embedded into our lives we don't even realize they are there. And incidentally, numbers are logical axioms. You cannot prove them logically, and Bertie tried using mathematical sets. Can't remember if he succeeded (I think he did, I didn't bother understanding the logics, its taxing on the brain). While Newton wrote Philosophie Naturalis Principia Mathematica, Bertie wrote 'Principia Mathematica'. And one book I am keen on reading by Bertie is 'The History of Western Philosophy bla bla bla politics'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One famous (I think it was improptu) answer Bertie gave, when during a lecture (I think), some guy questioned him as 'If what you are saying is true, then 1+1=3 and you are the Pope should be equivalent!'. The answer came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If 1+1 = 3, then we have 2=3. Subtract 1 from each side, we now have 1=2. The Pope and I are two people, therefore we are 1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lovely quote by Bertie goes "The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the smart are always full of doubts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leibniz"&gt;Leibby&lt;/a&gt;. The antihero of Isaac Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leibniz invented calculus independently of Isaac Newton. And the two are bitter rivals, so I understand. Newton was famous for being a taciturn character, some described as 'arrogant' etc. and I read somewhere that some professor thinks he has some form of autism. But the subject is on Leibniz. Leibniz, unlike Newton, sought to socialize a lot. With powerful figures, namely princesses and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work by Leibniz that I find intriguing is his work on 'monads'. In it, he tries to form a model to explain reality, and matter. The general idea is that the universe is made up of infinite 'monads', little round stuff that floats around throughtout the entire universe. And these monads are infinitesimally small, and he described them as 'beings in harmony with each and all others. All information of every single monad is known by every other single monad, and any change in one is immediately conveyed to every other one of them' is what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, Physicists are spooked by electron entanglement, where information is transferred faster than the speed of light. Quantum mechancis comes in, but I shall not delve into a subject I am not too confident of yet. Suffice to say, electronic entanglement is currently being researched as a means of teleporting information, according to Michio Kaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 5 philosophers that I strongly admire. Nonetheless, Socrates deserves an honorary mention, for he was the Father of Philosophy. The very first human being who sought to employ reasoning and rationality to tell people they are stupid. And we know that Socrates didn't like writing, and frequently sought conversations with people and asking simple questions that make people admit they are stupid and didn't know (but thought they did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato too, is a hero by his own rights. His world of Ideas, now coupled with Kant can make your supposed knowledge or wisdom turn to dust if you concede to their arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit : How could I forget &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Carlin"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/a&gt;? Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you're wondering, no I do not get all (or for now, any) sources from wikipedia. I am reading real life physical books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact : In case you didn't know it, 'Science' and 'Scientists' didn't come about until people like Galileo, Hegel and Descartes (Pronounced as Dey-kah I think) established it. Hegel (Kirky does not like Hegel) believed in totality, an organized rationality that explains stuff in all subjects. Formally though, Descartes is the "Father of Modern Philosophy", and Galileo the "Father of Science". The basis of science is one of 'Cause-and-Effect', but that is steadily being dismantled currently (by quantum physics, and some logics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion : Of course, science works so well its uncanny. Applying the principles of similitude (studying something specifically in labs by simulations/experiments and then applying the results in real projects) currently is what drives our world of economy and science now. But, the wry side of it is that scientists are observers, and currently it is realized that the observers unknowingly change what is being observed. Quantum mechanics again. But, on a more common-sensical well, sense, below is a pretty cute logical flaw in experiments that captures the idea of 'you measure only what you want to measure'. I forgot the author, but the book was titled 'I think, therefore I laugh' (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wittgenstein"&gt;Wittgenstein&lt;/a&gt; said if you understood philosophy completely, you can write a book on it that is made up entirely of jokes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor A has a jar full of fleas (Jar A), and another same-sized jar that is empty (Jar B). Professor A took out one flea from the jar A, and put it before Jar B. He yelled 'JUMP!', to which the flea responded by jumping into Jar B. He then meticulously repeated the activity with every single flea until Jar A is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he reversed the experiment. He took out a flea from the now full jar B, plucked out its legs and put it before Jar A. He yelled 'JUMP!', but the flea did not jump. He then, very meticulously repeated the experiment with every flea, plucking the legs out everytime and yelling 'JUMP!'. All the fleas did not jump, of course. Faced with a monumental 100% success rate in this part of the experiment, he happily noted in his lab journal that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleas without legs cannot hear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="article"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td id="article_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-443798110183647480?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/443798110183647480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=443798110183647480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/443798110183647480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/443798110183647480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-rangers-and-ultramen.html' title='Power Rangers and Ultramen'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3135283081631763294</id><published>2010-11-11T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:09:46.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have time</title><content type='html'>So I will update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, and the sudden liberation left me senseless for the past two days. Yes, I have achieved absolutely nothing in the past two days, with minimal reading/thinking. Time passes when you are dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A state of mindlessness is how I would describe it. It is a feeling of liberation from all woes, all cares, and funny that it all arose from the examination period, when you are tremendously occupied with scoring in a paper, and then............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also during this period that, I get the feeling that is constantly lost and regained all the time; nothing matters. Reality is, in a sense what we perceive. That is directly against solipsism (which is a philosophy that can be simplified into a sentence : "I am the only one that exists. The environment and people in it are products of my imagination". ) And naturally, while I doubt solipsism is 'correct' (mountains of logical thoughts against it), you cannot disprove such a notion, simply because we lack the tools to transcend reality. The same argument holds for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from here, allow me to introduce to the world the embryo of my philosophy of reality. It is yet undeveloped, problems are everywhere yet to be solved, but nevertheless it is a project/a viewpoint/statement of problem, call it whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human reality is an egocentric one. Ego here, meaning how we perceive ourselves, and centrism meaning putting it in the centre. Naturally, since we feel inclined to think that we are the most (and not &lt;b&gt;the only&lt;/b&gt;) intelligent being on Earth. Haven't came across a dog that blogged, but there certainly are interesting blogs out there (a pair of tooth comes to mind, some cats also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point is, if we stop in our tracks, stop in our habit of living, and just think about how would an alien perceive us, what can we imagine the alien will think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Think of a room, a square, whatever. You are not in it. Colour every side a different colour. There should be six colours, the colours irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fix a window on the square, a small one, a peephole, doesn't matter. The only rule being, you can only fix it on one side. And the circumstances are, when you view from the window into the room, you can see only one colour (the room being infinitely larger than the window, theoretically of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that summarizes the argument. If you are born into a world seeing only red colour, then the word 'blue' or 'green' does not mean anything to you. Your viewpoint, in fact your habit of seeing things is accustomed to only from one side. 'Thinking outside the box' is rubbish because while you can tap into dormant ideas in your brain, you cannot escape from your 'red-only' world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I define 'logic' and 'reason' something applied purely only to human beings, and maybe the animals/plants that inhabit the same world. This 'world' can extend to the universe, no problem there. But not to unimaginable worlds though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had actually thought of what the alien would think, then you are imposing your view upon the fictional (maybe) alien. Since you don't even know what the alien looks like, much less how it thinks, you cannot for sure imagine anything remotely probably to the alien's way of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that confuses you, think of a colour outside of the three primary ones (all the colours as we know are mix and matches). Asking you to invent a new basic colour is an impossible task (I wonder if anybody can do that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I admit, though I stress that this is a thought entirely of my own but not without influences, that there are connections/similarities (some) to Plato's World of Ideas and Kant's idea of Faculties (which I still find it difficult to understand, mostly because its so wordy and heavy that I lose my concentration half a page down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central idea of egocentrism is that, because we have no other yardstick, we put ourselves at the centre and measure everything from there. (Copernicus anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I have not followed any mainstream religious faith up until now, is purely because I reject the notion of 'God who created Humans'. I do not reject the idea of God though. Blurry, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, we are not special. And therefore it is presumptous of us to think that God is capable of emotions. Counter-intuitive and antilogic, but that's the gist of it. God cannot be logical because logic as we know it is a human thing. Thus the idea that God loves us, is one that I sense the idea of human arrogance. We seek to describe the undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics as we know it can prove many things. Physics thus far is uncovering heaps of facts about our reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot escape from logic, nor reason nor emotions. Those are what defines a human, and interestingly (though not meant to be contradicting) this same rule applies to intelligent animals as well. But that is no justification for such a rule to be imposed on a being not of this reality e.g. God and our alien friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this an introduction. Now I have to resolve some conflicts in this theory, namely this theory is subject to the laws it introduces, since the only tools I have in developing this idea is logic and reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you question what the significance is, well, nothing life-changing for you I guess. But it is a way I am trying to understand our existence. An ontological or epistemological quest if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to my little degenerating activities. I have been watching some animes, new and old. And I shall 'type' of some ideas I gleaned from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first anime is currently an ongoing one, titled 'Shiki'. Literally in Chinese it is written using the words 'Corpse' and 'Ghost' (Shi Gui), but in comprehending it it means a 'Corpse Demon' of sorts. The Japanese words employed the same writings, and the same meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is set in a remote village, and a strange family (with a family name Kirishiki, though not written with the Corpse Demon words) moved in. Before long, people began to die, and the local doctor notices the recurring symptoms in people dying (with the assumption that it was an unknown epidemic). Namely anaemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this is about vampires by the way, and no they do not glow. Nor are they sex-bombs. The vampires featured in this show are zombie like. They feed on human blood, cannot stand sun and go comatose during daytime. And they were friends of the victims, who still retain all their original thoughts but with an added insatiable hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this is easily better than all your Hollywood shows about vampires (that I have seen, come across or heard thus far). The author discusses the course of actions of the characters very well. I should mention there are two main characters, a teenager and a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager found out about the secretive, growing group of zombie-vampires and he was determined not to die. Yet when his friend became one, he wanted to save him. It cost him his life, because he persisted and gave blood to the vampire. As of now it is unknown but highly probably that he became one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor is the character that strikes me more. He found out about the zombies, but he is more prudent. In fact, the chief vampire family knew that he knew of them, but they sought no action against him other than a threat (reasons yet unknown though). The doctor, knowing that he would not be believed by the villagers anyway, sought other ways to fight other than screaming about the vampires to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a specimen to experiment on, but he cannot catch one. If he catches one (if he could anyway), they will retaliate in full force. Thus he could only watch silently as people fell prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until his wife became a victim. He slowly nursed her in isolation, and waited for her to die. Then, after a few days, just as she was about to turn, he bound her up and began experiments on her, while she cried and screamed unable to understand that she herself had became a vampire. Oh, he cut her up, injected all sorts of stuff from drugs to pesiticides, and when he was finally satisfied he drove the stake through her heart. Gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless? Perhaps. But faced with such a situation and knowing no cure nor way to save his wife, it seems the doctor was logical/reasonable enough to take such a course of action. Since the vampires have no access to knowing whether his wife would rise (she was not buried, they only know she died. And not all rise by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the author has sufficient 'darkness' in her work, and it justifies the story thus far. There is no catering to what people would expect (yet), and I have high hopes for the ending. It being original enough I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal opinion? One of the best thus far, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another one to discuss, 'Welcome to the NHK'. But the post is lengthy, and I doubt it will do any good to make it longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall update tomorrow. Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3135283081631763294?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3135283081631763294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3135283081631763294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3135283081631763294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3135283081631763294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/because-i-have-time.html' title='Because I have time'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8264167764066374932</id><published>2010-11-09T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:51:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I think I am most creative when I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of stuff to write about, everything from intelligent discussions about reality to the downright depressing feelings related to exams. And this was yesterday, before the last exam paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, after the exams, I forgot every single thing I intended to write on this blog. (I didn't do it yesterday because I was convincing myself I was not procrastinating. But well, haha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dropped by my fav. place in the world after the toilet. The library and the book shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I found out that Robert Jordan had drafts for &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; books before he died. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Oh in case you're not familiar with him, he's the guy who wrote the Wheel of Time. Yeah, that book, I read 11. There's 13 now. And the thinnest is 750 pages long. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;With a font size about this small, in every page. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And there's three more, written by some other people based on his draft. Not sure if I'll read it, because the last book I read was pre-SPM if I remember correctly. That's 4 years at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, as I was leaving Borders, I saw Justin Bieber's face. No, not the real guy. The real face slapped on a hardback book. The pretty face took about 75% of the front cover, and the other 25% filled with the words '100% official' and something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yeah, it pisses me off because I hold a sacred view of books. Books are tomes of knowledge. They share imagination, ideas, facts etc. But writing a book of 'How I became famous, how I got inspiration for my mushy songs and how I dealt with the emotional problems when everyone hates me' stuff is not exactly something that turns me on. I detest it, in fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wrote all these without having listened to a single song by him (an achievement I maintained till now). But the general idea I have of people like Bieber is that, well, shallow. Perhaps it is unfair, perhaps it is unjustified bias. But I just cannot stand the idea of a pre-pub guy singing about love (remember my statistics about 90% of the songs out there being about love). It is a poisoned view, seasoned with media inputs and baked with the camera lights. The idea of everlasting love, with unimaginable freedom and as simple as 'be with me forever', without a shred of responsibility other than the impetus of the rush of emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No, in the long run, this will not contribute anything to humanity. It will serve to entertain and whittle away the time of a disillusioned faceless society. As bad as reading some sappy love story perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I am not saying all readings I approve of are of science or philosophical themes. I read fantasy all the way up until last year, before I switched genres (to science and philosophy). I still enjoy other books, comic books and fantasy books in fact. Leisure reading is leisure reading that exercises the mind and stretches the imagination. Reading about how wretched and blessed an idol's life is is not leisure reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I almost began ranting on the state of movies on screen, but I'll consciously avoid that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My current reading list includes Dawkins, Atkins, Kaku, Kant and Nietzche. Heavy. Throw in Robert Jordan maybe? Oh and Bryson. Bought a whole lot of his books for a bargain and didn't get around to reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till then, I shall indulge in some nerdy bookworm activities after a depressing period facing coursebooks and textbooks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a side note, I found a really awesome wallpaper of Fate/Unlimited Blade Works that utilizes fully the great laptop I have. That made my day :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8264167764066374932?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8264167764066374932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8264167764066374932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8264167764066374932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8264167764066374932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-692563465737759146</id><published>2010-11-05T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:32:04.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>I really need to do some serious revision, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The torrential emotions, namely the dread, the melancholy, the existential angst, the boredom, the lethargy, the distractions, the hopelessness, the pointlessness, and of course not forgetting the brain resistance to input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those massless weightless yet heavy stuff on me, uhhh yeah I am procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do my best to cast aside all that is life, the mantle of emotions and focus as a zombie, as a robot would and figure out how to solve engineering problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasted perhaps 20 seconds of your life. Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 6/11/2010 &lt;br /&gt;P/S : Came across this passage by Bertrand Russel. In case you don't know who he is, he is a logician/mathematician/philosopher, an interesting one at that because he spent his whole life trying to prove numbers are logical. Numbers are axioms by the way, and axioms are stuff that are correct as we know but cannot be proved. One example is numbers, another example are the laws of thermodynamics. And perhaps one that everyone can relate to is the 2nd law of thermodynamics - Heat always flow from hot to cold (the premise being natural processes of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the passage goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling can preserve a life beyond the grave; that all labors of the ages, all the devotions, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of the human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does poetic justice to the &lt;strike&gt;existential angst&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; (the more proper word should be ontological?) angst in me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-692563465737759146?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/692563465737759146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=692563465737759146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/692563465737759146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/692563465737759146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/study.html' title='Study'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-977067388150282717</id><published>2010-11-01T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:01:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody grab that running fellah! He's my sanity!!</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm losing it. Let me recount the stupid things these past few weeks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Being an idiot while doing a group project. Totally embarassed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Being smart and asking lecturers questions via email. Totally embarassed myself with the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) EPIC : Crossing the road when the traffic lights turned green. The car-traffic lights, not the pedestrian lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Forgetting to bring my cash card. Realized it after I ordered the food and the food is brought before my eyes. No cash at hand, only my debit card. EPIC : Forgot my debit card password. Went to the bank and remembered it AFTER I asked. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost gave wrong directions to a poor lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm studying too much = =" I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I think number 3 is uber cool. I almost got ran over xD (its funny! Really! Because when I realized it I realized why people in the car were staring at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/S : I broke my speakers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-977067388150282717?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/977067388150282717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=977067388150282717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/977067388150282717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/977067388150282717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/11/somebody-grab-that-running-fellah-hes.html' title='Somebody grab that running fellah! He&apos;s my sanity!!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3059814705079988705</id><published>2010-10-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:47:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>I've pretty much just reminded myself that I haven't lived this past few weeks, and was about to before I realized I have to kill myself again for the next three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll live for 2 hours a day, and be a zombie robot as I study for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll update this blog more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3059814705079988705?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3059814705079988705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3059814705079988705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3059814705079988705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3059814705079988705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/10/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2453202206289384603</id><published>2010-10-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:52:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Prabelem Prabulum</title><content type='html'>The problem with people is, there is always a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults can be childish, children can be matured, but you bet your unwashed underwear, there is DEFINITELY a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have written in this before, God (I remain agnostic, but swearing using God sounds cool) definitely screwed up when he made humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To err is human", how apt. But to an engineer, you really don't want to have problems with your designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find human problems trivial, and am sad that George Carlin became a problem when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life might be easier if you would just sit back and laugh at everyone running around in clothes, while you eat something nice. (Kumara perhaps? I grew to love them. Tasty shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I but just another human with problems? And there is the problem, EVERYONE have problems. It would be a problem if you didn't have any problem, because people would probably be jealous of you and that becomes a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just confused myself, but never mind! Our race is a confused one, as I have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey has two goals in life. Be the alpha, and feed and breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man has but one goal in life. Find out what the heck he is doing here alive in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2453202206289384603?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2453202206289384603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2453202206289384603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2453202206289384603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2453202206289384603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/10/problem-prabelem-prabulum.html' title='Problem Prabelem Prabulum'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-5257053231214143401</id><published>2010-10-09T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:20:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_138328317"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_138328318"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was a day like any other day, nothing special happened. But then again, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled my time for this weekend to be one that is filled with myself accomplishing coursework, as any supposedly sensible university student should (and every week at that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I was moping around in my room the whole day, lacking the drive to do any work and indeed, found myself questioning and lacking the drive for life either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I am not suicidal. I do not have suicide tendencies despite the occasional bouts of morbidity. I suppose that is good, but then again, I am such a cynic I do not attest to there being good or bad. I even doubt my own conscience sometimes (the presence of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paced around in my room the whole time, thinking and searching for something worthwhile to do. I probably have been doing this my whole life, but it struck me particularly today that I have nothing worthwhile to do, and did nothing worthwhile in my 21+ years of life. It is at this time I realized that, 'Man.. I really do have lots of time don't I?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer it to say I am not being emo, but rather that in my course of studying past philosophers and philosophizing on my own, I am increasingly certain that we do not know what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science, this is what is happening as I observed. Physicians are constantly unearthing new discoveries, and it is the mathematics that make it so damned hard to understand anything at all. And also, by deriving mathematical relationships logically, we find that we are using expressions without really understanding the physical meanings behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is time in the race for progress (to where I wonder) that we take the periodic dose of stepping back and evaluating what we have done, why have we done that, and what next should we do. Or else we might face the consequences of losing ourselves in the process of finding ourselves. The irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's a great weather when I wake up. I should take another walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I am not modern-kids-emo, here's a lovely side shot of me and KS by UMSA's photographer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TLAzmwFTLDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0rYnPTfgi-o/s1600/62323_438696561937_688951937_5516319_2982003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TLAzmwFTLDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0rYnPTfgi-o/s640/62323_438696561937_688951937_5516319_2982003_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1458177566"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1458177567"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-5257053231214143401?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/5257053231214143401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=5257053231214143401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5257053231214143401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5257053231214143401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/TLAzmwFTLDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0rYnPTfgi-o/s72-c/62323_438696561937_688951937_5516319_2982003_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-396742647875236705</id><published>2010-09-20T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:56:08.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>In case you're turned off, I'm not going to discuss from a philosophical context what I think fate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who loves to commune with nature. Auckland provides much opportunities for that. The animals here seem like a bunch who are used to human presence, and in their heads the only mathematical equation that exists has to be HUMANS = BREAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auckland has lovely parks. And well maintained at that, with the flowers in full bloom and their scent is in the air. And speaking about birds, has anyone tried feeding birds? Its fun, in a sense. The pigeons here actually are willing to jump and perch on your hand as you feed it. The little robins are shy and more cautious, but the sight of bread makes them abandon all else and jump into the fray. The ducks and geese sometimes come in, with the occasional gulls. Its fun.. until you have 12836124128936 x 2 eyes staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they are harmless. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of today is, as I said, I am a person who loves to commune with Nature. I think there is a connection between us and the Earth and other living beings, something inexplicable. I do not think we can save the world though, its stupid really the environmental campaign thing. In a way its smart cause most people are stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I deviated again. As I 'typed', I am a person who loves to commune with Nature. One day, after feeding the birds and enjoyed a moment of silent communion with Nature, I decided to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was a beautiful azure, with an occasional cloud. I couldn't help but stare at it as it awoke a slumbering poet in me. I felt as though a  beautiful poem was waiting to be composed, eventhough I don't compose poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, guess what? A really beautiful ass came in front of me. No, not a donkey. Okay, I meant a woman who had a really nice ass. I don't know how she looks like though, the way she was walking was really distracting. And her back was facing me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, torn into two. The slumbering poet was pissed off, and the man is awakenening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate, has bestowed upon me two wonderful things to look at. Both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, I have but a pair of eyes. Shall I gaze upon the lovely blue sky, or shall I gaze upon the peach discreetly? I can't control my eyes to look at both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked, I pondered. Contemplated. Debated. Raging emotions, akin to a stormy sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided, the ass had turned away into another street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt cheated. Fate had played a joke on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I think too much. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : This is a true story. I posted this because I wanted to lighten the mood in this blog ever so slightly :D I am not a gloomy person! I just think a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-396742647875236705?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/396742647875236705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=396742647875236705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/396742647875236705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/396742647875236705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/09/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4418212297667286625</id><published>2010-09-09T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:18:03.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>Looking back at the few posts, I have been so overly serious that its so gloomy. Its late at night, and I feel very tired. That's when all the brain juice comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return as Professor Leslie and today I shall analyze teenage love! (for some reason its the first thing that comes to mind when I was thinking of something to ramble on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : I am not psychologist, no expert, nobody! This post is largely intended to poke fun and take jabs at everyone and mean no offense to anyone is particular. In short, its nothing personal. And if I ever write stuff that pisses you off, too bad. If I am legally in the wrong, FORGIVE ME~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not-so-much thought, I have decided that the media largely is to blame for the sorry state the emotion is today. Love is worshipped as the ultimate emotion, transcending every single shit in existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's think about it. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're kids, Disney tells us stuff (here's to you, Aimee). What stuff? Happily ever after. True Love ALWAYS wins, no matter how evil how fugly how smart the villian is, they will always LOSE because they have no love. And the princess always live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now grow up slightly. Songs come to mind. Wohoo, lots of songs. AND GUESS WHAT? 99% of the songs are about love (in the past). How innocent your love is, they sung it. How beautiful your love is, they sung it. How heartbroken you are because of love, sang it. How lonely you feel because you don't have a love, sang it. How much you want to make love to that random person (James Blunt, anyone?), sang it. Perhaps even how much you want to be a paedophile has been sang. By your neighbour's dog maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we advance a bit, and get slightly older. Songs still in our head, Disney still haunting some people(Aimee). Oh, guess what? Here comes along Korean soaps. And glorified Hollywood at its best. Korean soaps with all its sappiness, and Hollywood with all their sex bombs. Oh and Bollywood too. What do you get? Illusioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain. From watching Korean soaps (or wherever they come from. As long as its sappy), it reinforces the brainwashing you had when you were younger. You need love, someone who will be happily ever after with you. From watching Hollywood, that someone must be a fucking sex bomb. Erm, from Bollywood.. I'm not sure. Have lots of friends perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ever wondered why people always complain about their spouses but worships these idols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to the conclusion, perhaps we are all mistaken about the simple emotion that appears apparently to be inherent in most creatures capable of sentient thoughts (woah, long and heavy there). Put it simply, some animals know love too (since the definition is so vague, anything goes I suppose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here being that, we have been brainwashed by the media since young. No, there is no immediate harm to it, in fact its probably physically harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems come when you begin to EXPECT love. Heh, even from a dog. And surprise, dogs can love you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, its not wrong to expect love. I'm being confusing here, but never mind. I should define the problem by stating it, as what an engineer should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PROBLEM comes when you expect the one who loves you do everything you expect him/her to do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that simple enough? In short, expecting people to cater to your fantasies (or desires. Fetish if you like.) So, during courtship tolerance is high. Love is in the air anyway, its like alcohol. After you have settled down a bit, its like you begin to see the other person clearly. That's when a new love emerges. Love to complainnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it makes people miserable because as they complain, they convince themselves that there is something seriously wrong with their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, just a community message from your friendly Professor. Love is a good thing. Just don't OD on it like weed. Get the right ideas of love and what to expect. And lay off the novels a little once in a while. Real vampires sparkle anyway, I heard. Oh and I have not heard a single song of Justin Bieber's (what an achievement), but I can pretty much guess what sort of songs he wrote (note: 99% songs are about love. I have a 99% chance of getting it right. The statistics was made up, but could very well be accurate). While I'm at it, what's the craze about Lady Gaga until NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Being one who has never been in a relationship with girls, I am perhaps the least qualified to speak of such relationships. But I assert that I am an asshole :D! and that I have plenty of experiences as an observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I should sleep, my brain went off just moments ago with my hand still typing on the keyboard until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4418212297667286625?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4418212297667286625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4418212297667286625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4418212297667286625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4418212297667286625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-587391650229557063</id><published>2010-09-06T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:27:11.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse!</title><content type='html'>While I do make a direct attempt to avoid contemplating on issues regarding ethics, sometimes its hard. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching too much anime, but you'd be surprised at the depth of stuff discussed in these Japanese animations (provided you watch the right ones. Some of them are really subtle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, would you kill someone at the cost of your soul, and nothing else? What it means is you go to hell when you die, there is no other way around it. In exchange the person you wish to kill will be sent to Hell immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise here being Hell Girl. Interesting story, nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-587391650229557063?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/587391650229557063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=587391650229557063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/587391650229557063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/587391650229557063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/09/curse.html' title='Curse!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6575202273727658456</id><published>2010-09-01T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:20:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, I suck at titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, been meaning to do this post for some time (my housemates and the constant call for blood on the computer does NOT help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to the topic of discussion this time : Racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, a vaguely related note. Personally, I find the idea of patriotism and nationality a somewhat "bad" idea. I would envision humanity without borders, just one species plaguing the world without distinction from each other. But well, there's still time for our species to grow eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding the issue of racism in my homeland, it strikes me that we are still in a paradoxical situation. Strange that, when asked, most people would say they have good friends from other races. They agree on unity and harmony. But really, if everyone says that, who the heck is fanning the fire then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the obvious blame that people are pointing at the politicians, I would like to in turn point back at everyone. Let's face it. We are an immature bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I type so? In my honest opinion, we have yet to achieve a decent state of racial harmony. There are no sensitive issues, only sensitive people. At the mention of anythiing remotely racist, you can bet your money people will begin condemning them. The racist people I mean. They get angry, they flame, they curse and they call for blood of the racist people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, when you detach yourself from being 'one of them' to being an 'observer', you find that pretty much we're doing the same thing as politicians. Calling for blood. Asking for justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that we should not allow people to be trampled on by policies that are discriminating. I am also not asking that people condone the acts of those in the obvious wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merely stating that, when can we, as a society, tear down the barrier that is known as 'race', not only in my country, but in the whole wide planet? When can we, as a society safely ignore people who utter extreme remarks and regard them as deranged and that's it? When can we have no need to call for justice or blood of those who would threaten others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such barbaric creatures we are, always calling for blood of our kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but certainly I would not seek blood (unless I have godlike powers and cease to be human, but that's another issue) of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, that is what we are I guess, humans. We revel in conflict, we worship gods of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do hope someday, my homeland will be a place of peace, where religion and racial issues are spoken of openly and respectfully. Differences are celebrated, not tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : We do not need tolerance. We need acceptance more, don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6575202273727658456?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6575202273727658456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6575202273727658456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6575202273727658456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6575202273727658456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3502438060502255705</id><published>2010-08-25T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:11:17.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>I have tons of assignments, tests, duties, commitments and all coming up, but really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck them all and lets update the dying blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me lament for the breaking of my beloved phone. She died suddenly, and would not wake up. I feel like I lost a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to today's update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about a random topic, and the first thing that came to mind is education!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I pursue knowledge and wisdom earnestly. Its just that sometimes I dabble in epistemology, and suddenly all knowledge I have is reduced to utter bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I always did have the feel that I am a failed product of a miserable attempt at education. Not a problem of mine. And certainly those in my generation are, whether they realize it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An education based on the importance of knowledge, i.e educating people by telling them stuff, in my opinion, is the simplest but rather a stupid thing to do. The reason we are applying this is simple, really. We can't teach wisdom. (Reason 2 being that people are naturally stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the situation has balanced itself out (I would use equilibrium, but I would be called a fucking nerd). Everybody, around the world (yes, apparently my current uni does this as well. To some extent though, not 100%. But that's really my own personal opinion, and not meant to insult or flame or anything negative) is enrolled in an education that, well, 'teaches' you new stuff by telling you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they tell you about it, you remember it, you go for exams and they ask you about it, you answer it and you pass it. Then you forget it. Just bits and pieces remain. Something lingers in your brain, but when really put to the test, bet you can't do shit. Try taking a history exam in SPM again now, huh? Or even Geography (or Maths. I suck at maths). Bet I will fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I have began educating myself. I swear, Auckland's changing me a lot. I feel grown up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I educate myself? I accumulate wisdom (or at least, I think I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first study the history of philosophy, and how science came about (school of thought in empiricism. Thanks to empiricists like Berkeley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I study philosophy itself, what all the crazy nutcases in the past with nothing better to do thought up of, and those changed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, now's the tricky part. I formulate my own thoughts on EVERYTHING. (Note : I might still have zero wisdom, but my arrogance refuses to admit that). That's when I realized, everything I did up to the age of 21 was meaningless and full of shit! A terribly exciting revelation, really (and I consider that an accomplishment). Nono, this is not depression. In fact I am extremely jovial about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine achieving nothing and yet appearing to be doing something, and all these helps secure my livelihood (I hope). Bet you didn't think of looking at it this way eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, while that is what 'normal' (I would say unenlightened, but I would be a bigot and an arrogant bastard if I wrote that) people usually do, I do not agree with that life. Why live, then? (apart from feeding and breeding, which is what nature dictates us to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the reason education fails is because first, our forefathers who have insight, do not know how to teach that insight. How do you teach someone how to think anyway? Nobody knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But really, if you need someone to teach you how to think, you FAIL big time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't get someone to seriously think without something to spur them on. And that something happens to be knowledge, or some people are born naturally curious. Naturally born philosophers I call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you need to know stuff (or just be curious) to know how to solve problems or answer questions. So they began telling us stuff, and we began telling stuff to our kids. No sweat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and where did the problem began, then? No idea. Somewhere along the passing of knowledge, someone forgot the original purpose. And we just kept passing on the knowledge and swallowing it whole, nobody even knew how to question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we know heaps lot (I hope), but we don't know shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I am so amazed as to how fucking amazingly lazy people can get. Imagine, some of us have invented a toilet THAT WIPES YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3502438060502255705?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3502438060502255705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3502438060502255705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3502438060502255705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3502438060502255705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2229758905231355981</id><published>2010-08-23T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:09:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie</title><content type='html'>is uber busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just thought highlighting my name as the title seems cool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2229758905231355981?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2229758905231355981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2229758905231355981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2229758905231355981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2229758905231355981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/08/leslie.html' title='Leslie'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2573685949601673590</id><published>2010-07-28T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:36:05.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>Philosophy's such a cheap word now isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while we're at it, common sense has become not so common anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2573685949601673590?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2573685949601673590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2573685949601673590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2573685949601673590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2573685949601673590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/07/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1666730030228016813</id><published>2010-07-21T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:43:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceit</title><content type='html'>Carlin said, we humans are arrogant in thinking that we need to save the planet. I agree with him, I did notice that if you just sit down and think for 5 minutes, arrange the facts together and just ask yourself a simple question, 'What exactly is the planet being threatened by?', you soon arrive at the answer that (ignoring those astronomic cannons and blasts and whatnots that can vaporise the planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... well.. nothing. Humans are the ones in danger, but we like to glorify ourselves and say that we must save the planet and everyone else; and be a hero in the process. Everyone's a hero now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with the planet. Mother Earth does not regard Global Warming, pollution and whatnots as a threat, she just spins around as usual while we little pricks worry about how she will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally? I have no intention of preserving the environment for the sake of humanity. Never did. I just enjoy the company of trees and birds and great weather from time to time, and I wish to preserve that. Not avoid some catastrophic calamity in the weather that will wipe us out. If it will, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder am I contradicting myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michio Kaku said that we humans are supremely arrogant to expect aliens to visit us. It is conceit at the maximum level to expect that xenos thousands or maybe millions of years more advanced than us will come to us one day and impart knowledge to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that, well, a far advanced race (Stage 3s he called them, but i'll avoid terms here) than us will be humans to us as if we were ants. And what do you do if you come across an ant colony? Step on a few of the ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he aptly came to a conclusion that, well if they visited us, they'll probably kick our ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wonder about that as well. Aliens being aliens, I'll be grateful if they don't eat my cereal in the morning, much less expect technology from them. Should they come anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Bryson wrote in his book 'A short history of nearly everything', i forgot which page, hell i am not going to cite here. Citation is tough work. Not an engineer's interest, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bryson said something that clicked with me. 'We all want to be good looking, have multiple sexual partners (all incidentally damn good looking at that), we want to talk to animals, we want to know lots of stuff and control pretty much everything from the weather to what we want for breakfast'. Ok not the exact words, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what more can I say? We people as a species is different from others probably not in terms of our intelligence, but probably our ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not recall a chimp or a dolphin telling me that it wants to dominate the world (Powerpuff girls is not a factual thing. I mentioned that because there's a archvillian monkey. I think its not factual, it does not belong to our reality, I think... I'm not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't speak Chimps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1666730030228016813?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1666730030228016813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1666730030228016813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1666730030228016813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1666730030228016813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/07/conceit.html' title='Conceit'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6082145837187997236</id><published>2010-06-08T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:11:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief interlude</title><content type='html'>A brief interlude within the transient everflowing time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6082145837187997236?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6082145837187997236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6082145837187997236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6082145837187997236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6082145837187997236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/06/brief-interlude.html' title='A brief interlude'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-148985600423160491</id><published>2010-05-21T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:33:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>At Aimee's insistence, I shall update this dying blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I have enough stuff in my head to write 500 blog posts, so much so that nobody can actually understand anything from reading it all in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indulging myself in heavy volumes of philosophy-ing, and naturally i find myself increasingly detached from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we do take things for granted. Go along the streets and ask someone what they think time is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you think time is anyway. Common answers should give you 'the dimension that is measured from point A to point B'. Interesting. More common answers should give you 'Look at your clock', but really those are exactly the people who takes things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not confused yet and willing to soldier on in this post, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what is most taken for granted is existence itself. Nobody questions why they are here, and the ancient idea of God and his creative week is still the.. I don't know if its widely or not but its the accepted solution I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. God decided to be creative and created humans. And we are to be punished/to make paradise/ whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, there's no answer. Science tells us pretty much we're an accidental product from a string of 0.1% probability events. There's so probable many ways to make our race extinct you could list them down and laugh at it, only its not funny. But life goes on strangely. Many people don't realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize there are people who take philosophy in healthier doses. That's why I don't generalize everyone anymore, I use the term 'many people' now, to denote 99% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is a luxury, in case you don't realize it. From reading, hearing and meeting a few people, I generally got the idea that when livelihood is threatened, you don't think so much. Survival is top-most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your livelihood is not threatened, you're in a safe zone and filled with comfort, you forget about thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could be like me, who realized that we don't even know why we're fighting to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah in case you're wondering, I am not being emo or depressed, I am healthy mentally and physically(I hope) and happy. I just don't understand what am I doing here being healthy and all. I guess I tend more towards slightly angsty, and am more inclined towards existentialism philosophy now. But I might go slightly further with philosophy, so far without much reading on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, you don't need knowledge to start philosophy. Just your mind. And occasionally get some input using your senses. And occasionally you might find that the conclusions you arrive at for some topics actually were thought of by others. That's when you realize there's still hope for humans. There are some people who still thinks, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, at that point there is some satisfaction eventhough you can't claim credit for originality. It is a sort of assurance that you are thinking along a somewhat 'right' way. But that is disputable, but I did feel some sort of relief at times when I discover that my conclusions actually matched a well known scholar from elsewhere and at a different age without prior knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, if you want to start philosophy, just go out and take a stroll. Randomly set your eyes on anything and ask why is it like that. There you begin your journey of random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question still puzzles me though. Why is the grass green? Chlorophyll is all and well, reflecting green waves is all and well, but why that particular colour arises is interesting. I can't get a conclusion yet. I'll probably spend a few hundred more hours on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-148985600423160491?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/148985600423160491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=148985600423160491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/148985600423160491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/148985600423160491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4541389136840174128</id><published>2010-05-09T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:01:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Planet</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get the strange feeling that, despite all the lifeforms on the planet, our planet is still feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4541389136840174128?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4541389136840174128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4541389136840174128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4541389136840174128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4541389136840174128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely-planet.html' title='Lonely Planet'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4005814230312043859</id><published>2010-03-22T06:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:43:31.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say I am alive.. I think</title><content type='html'>Its been a whole three months and three weeks and three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can offer you a lot of reasons why I am not updating this blog. But the prime reason above all is... I am so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to share, to type, but somehow putting them on public doesn't sound that great to me. Because some of it are so offensive people will mail me bombs from Malaysia to New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep a private journal. I'll leave that journal to Aimee when I die, I'll mention it in my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important thing I notice is, woah why are road works following me everywhere? Last year when I was in Grafton, they started this mega bridge makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am in Mount Street. And right after I moved in.. Mount Street is being street make-overed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I have come to the realization that some humans are still pretty much barbarians. Regularities in life somehow breeds a wild side in us. Regardless of race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say that? No, not the drug addicts or the Mat Rempits back home. Its some group of white kids who come by every night (like.. 1am?) to the Uni Residential Hall opposite my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to yell 'O'rorke SUCKS!'. For half an hour. And then they realize they are ignored. And they leave and come again next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? Whatever makes them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Uni is good so far. Still haven't got a chance to see a girl undress in the opposite unit, but we can keep hoping right? They don't bloody draw the curtains to do whatever stuff. Friend said he saw some people making love. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, whats with society and resumes? Everyone's obsessed with resumes and CVs. Takes the fun out of everything, and everything done is just for the sake of the bloody CV. This defeats the purpose of the CV in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the CV/resume is just a summary of your life that lets the employer or whoever pretty much get an idea of how you lead life. A well filled CV is definitely a good one, but joining shit JUST for the sake of filling up the CV is only going to make you an asshole. Take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note, I am probably going to suicide during the winter break (break, i typed as berak. I corrected it). I am going to bungee jump in south! Unless I go for plan B which is Melbourne (after Aimee leaves that goddamned place)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4005814230312043859?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4005814230312043859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4005814230312043859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4005814230312043859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4005814230312043859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-to-say-i-am-alive-i-think.html' title='Just to say I am alive.. I think'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6497045297745417043</id><published>2009-12-01T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:49:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>Hello people (or person. That's you Aimee. I doubt anyone but you read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am safely back in Malaysia, and still filled with shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wonder why humans are all full of shit. Don't you ever wonder why you go to toilet EVERYDAY and still have shit in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes I know its because you eat everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am safely back in BP after a brief stop in Singapore and JB (I still remember someone actually pointed out to me that JB is the state and Johor is the city. I am amazed by Malaysians as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces are all veryyyyyyyyy cute. Insanely cute. They drive you nuts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are not the main topic for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that driving in Malaysia is indeed dangerous. Malaysians do not give way to you if you're making a turn or changing lanes. And while they're at it, they make sure you give way to them. By making dangerous stunts that force you to avoid or collide (that sort of rhymes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing is, I always thought of BP as a small city. Better than a town. With this many cars and people and malls, you would be inclined to agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, why are my neighbors rearing chickens? Not to mention my next door neighbour who kept 3 dogs after his house was burglared (2 rottweilers and one dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are kept in a cage 24/7 and hosed with cold water. Figures they will drop dead sooner or later. I wonder if this is animal abuse. Probably is, but I guess I can't be bothered. I am a Malaysian after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what pisses me off are the chickens. This is too much. I live in a residential area. Dogs are alright. CHICKENS? What, you hoping for eggs everyday or what? If you want to eat it, but it fresh from the supermart or the market or the farm. If you want eggs, you can get them virtually everywhere. Why the hell are they keeping chickens that cuckoo every 15 seconds during the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, animal activists are an interesting lot in my opinion. If the animal is born to be eaten, personally I do not even consider it to be a living thing. Its destiny is the slaughter house and that is the ultimate cruelty. Campaigning against keeping animals in small pens and the like is missing the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal opinion, I repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to help them, campaign to get people to be vegans. If you insist on campaigning for them, then you might as well launch activities against keeping fish in aquariums. After all, its an enclosed space and they are in an unnatural environment. Chances are they die earlier that their natural lifespan allows (ignoring the predation factor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you love animals, you want to help them, you don't eat them. Simple as that. Saying you're cruel to animals that are going to end up in the slaughter house is missing the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it, I am intrigued by the invention of 'fake' meat. Chinese people really can do everything. The introduction of vegan meat is an interesting one. I mean, vegetarian meat? Vegetarian MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not familiar with it, its made of dough (I think) and added with bean seasonings that make it slightly saltish. What amazes me is they can control the texture to vaguely resemble the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to go vegan, you don't eat meat. You don't think of meat. Why are you eating even vegan meat? Its against the idea of meat abstinence. It shows your inability to forget meat, and you find a compromise with eating MEAT that is not animal sourced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to me that is another source of delicacy. To you vegans, this is my opinion, don't even think about it even if its vegetarian. Calling it meat is mocking  you and your idealogies. (unless you're vegan for health and not for compassion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like I shun the devil and make a pact with the cultist. (Ok bad analogy. I should have come up with a disgusting one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6497045297745417043?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6497045297745417043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6497045297745417043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6497045297745417043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6497045297745417043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-from-malaysia.html' title='Update from Malaysia!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3528625773923047633</id><published>2009-11-22T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:49:13.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People!</title><content type='html'>Since I have some free time before I retire to my jaded slumber, let me enlighten you stupid people! (with a torch light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody like Dilbert? I like the way Scott Adams keep telling everyone they're idiots. And the comics do portray some rather obvious idiotic acts that the engineer and the people around him does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well surprise, you guys aren't that much smarter. If I were to do an experiment, I bet you guys rank somewhere above a spider and below a bird. (that was a rough estimate though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would rank slightly higher than you bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start getting offended (though I think you should be by now), let me give you some questions to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1&lt;br /&gt;Think about the past 10 topics you and your friends have talked about. Bet it either includes sex, money, bitching about others, or your lame movies (that is why I don't watch many movies or even TV at all), studies or work to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2&lt;br /&gt;You don't give a shit about statistics, do you? All that talk about 1 car 12183384 tonnes of CO2 per year, 1 person @!*#^#!@$!$ tonnes of shit and land waste and the likes. Non of you give a shit. How many of you are even bothered by the Holocaust or the Peking Massacre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3&lt;br /&gt;Who do you admire? If its your father, that's so primary school. If its one of the 21338434 singers of the west whose songs don't make an ounce of sense, well you probably just like the music. Not the person. If its your prime minister, you're bloody damned stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I'd like to highlight is actually this. You people are stuck in this world and you don't know shit (haha!) No really. I'm being serious here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, can anybody actually even explain to me why do we even exist? Forget the shit about God, I can accept the argument that God created humans. No problems there. BUT WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets interesting. Religion can give you many interesting answers, some of them don't make sense, but most of it has some elements of wisdom in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, non of you realize it. Oh sure you realize it, you post it in your facebook status don't you? I just love it when someone puts a quote and says how meaningful it is. 99% of the time its sappy shitty corny lovey dovey crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a critic. A cynic and most probably skeptic too, but at least I think about my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you ever wondered why the grass is green huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you humans are just a bunch of zombies who're proficient at bitching, feeding and of course, breeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, lets make all public servants including the Prime Minister take public transports to work and ban cars for people earning less than Bill Gates. That should give us some good results. Solves overpopulation, pollution, corruption and improves the public transport too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No, I am not emo. I am just plain pissed. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3528625773923047633?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3528625773923047633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3528625773923047633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3528625773923047633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3528625773923047633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/11/people.html' title='People!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6691360587926635229</id><published>2009-11-11T08:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:17:21.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental cases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SvoL_mxTnMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m7EmbbAnh9E/s1600-h/P1020880.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/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SvoL_mxTnMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m7EmbbAnh9E/s320/P1020880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643890351348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from my room window in Auckland during Spring. Its really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling my stalking victim Aimee that I want to develop some mental problem so that I can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) infinitely much more annoying&lt;br /&gt;2) And have a valid reason to be annoying, which is annoying + frustrating to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have failed for I underestimated the power of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get defeated by sheer naivety. My desperate attempts to be really annoying by saying totally unrealistic stuff failed because the victim believed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I get defeated by sheer lack of humour. The victim gave me a totally pissed look and the look-I-will-beat-you-up-if-you-go-any-further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, the victims just laugh when I say something stupid purposely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the professor shall list a couple of mental cases that are either attempted to develop or will attempt to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top on the list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, check it up on wikipedia. Basically it sort of mean having the compulsion to MUST DO IT THAT WAY sort of thing. I like to collect stuff (and I probably have this problem though its not really a disorder), and most of the time I like to identify a pattern which will make them all nice and ordered. Take books for example, they.must.be.from.the.same.publisher. Why? Because the cover will be similiar of sorts, and the spine decorations will be of a nice pattern. Details omitted, but I got really pissed off one time when my aunt bought me a book from another publisher and I was mentally fantasizing burning that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ) 3-D complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact term for this, so I made up that complex. It means an unhealthy obsession with a 3-D object, humans included. Aimee has this complex. This complex can be further divided depending on its object of interest. Siblings-obsession, celebrity obsession and the likes all fall under this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) 2-D complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting one. Its an unhealthy obsession with 2D stuff, almost exclusively fictional characters (why 2D? Take mario for example. He's a sprite. Period.) This complex is slowly evolving into 3D, simply because now technology has the ability to generate 3D fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One most interesting characteristics about this complex is it occurs mostly in guys (I think). There are many lifeless people out there who obsess with characters from animations or games. Trust me on this, everytime I go wallpaper hunting I will drop by the forums. And I see titles like 'which anime girl will you marry'. There was one guy who collected dakimakura covers (dakimakura is japanese term, not sure what it exactly is, but I think they are bedsheets or something.) The cover does not come with pretty butterflies or fish or even Garfield, there's a picture of an anime girl character in EXTREMELY suggestive position (self-help anyone?). By the way, I looked it up. They are not cheap. (100USD each is not cheap to me, not for these kind of stuff. And I am so not interested in it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Plushie fetish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invented this term. Seems to me that I am buying a lot of stuffed toys for the kids at home. And just before giving them away, I like to play around with it and try and find whats so interesting about it.  In time, I realized I could probably annoy people really good if I made the point to the victim that I think more of the plushy compared to the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, epic fail. I became the victim. So much for being original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SvoL_JWI0eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Bt4qeNnIeXE/s1600-h/P1020882.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/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SvoL_JWI0eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Bt4qeNnIeXE/s320/P1020882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643882452767202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the latest ones I bought for my cute little nieces. That's my Gundam model behind and the fearsome Monster Penguin on my coin can. The main object is the Kiwi bird, the penguin and the Pukeko (its an endemic swamp chicken in NZ. For those of you who can't understand 'endemic', it means its only found in a certain geographic location. In this case, its NZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call them finger puppets, but that would so nice and innocent. And so not me. Thus, I name them 'I like it up my ass plushies'. Crude. Yeah they're for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another purchase I bought is an interesting plushy. There's no name for it, but its the type where 'pull my tail and I shake!'. I was thinking it would jump around like Monster Penguin, but alas I got the shock of my life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ITS A FREAKING VIBRATOR&lt;/span&gt;. Nevertheless I bought it. Its fun and disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is somewhat normal. It squeaks when you press it. Good for mental squishing the cute animal, because it makes a sqeak sound when you squish it. High pitch or low pitch? Just control the speed and strength you use to squish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Wiki-ism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession with Wikipedia. Nobody is free from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ) Lezard-ism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reference to the game Valkyrie Profile 2 in PS2. Symptoms include :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super unhealthy obsession with a Goddess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acute power hungry-ness which leads to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self proclaiming one as God, and using force to do whatever is desired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;7 ) Youtube fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you know more about this than me, so I will cease any explanations before I even start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will defy George Carlin's law of 10 in a list and settle for 7 for now. I am sure many of you can relate to at least 2 of the above MWAHAHHA (the lezard mental case sounds interesting. I might do it someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook obsession. You people spend so much time on facebook and its apps, it annoyed the hell out of me. Unfortunately I am the victim here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Obsession. I notice many scholars have this. The tendency to lock one self up in the room and study (or maybe jerk off or something.) I do not understand this case, and it annoys the hell out of me. The sun is losing popularity it seems. Unfortunately, I am the victim again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just made myself sound normal didn't I? I am victim to so many of the cases above, it defeated my original purpose of listing these&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6691360587926635229?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6691360587926635229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6691360587926635229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6691360587926635229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6691360587926635229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/11/mental-cases.html' title='Mental cases'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SvoL_mxTnMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m7EmbbAnh9E/s72-c/P1020880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4326013930134109324</id><published>2009-10-29T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:51:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>As the title suggest, I do not have a title again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today I am posting up something interesting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that, I really do do interesting things from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did this time? (Nope, not the talking to myself part. I still do though, when I am alone for long periods of time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to the gym with my friend Jason. A lady approached Jason and asked for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the idiot dumbass he is, he doesn't know where Maidment theater is. Despite being here for a year and passing by the place soooooooooooooo many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and passed the question to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew where it was, and I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I told her the right location. INTERESTING thing is, my finger pointed at the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I didn't realize it until Jason asked me where, I told him and he was like 'Isn't that the other way than what you pointed to her?'. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dumb fuck sometimes HAHA xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4326013930134109324?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4326013930134109324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4326013930134109324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4326013930134109324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4326013930134109324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7586198975420987258</id><published>2009-10-24T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:43:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degree</title><content type='html'>Celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that lame thing -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna talk about degrees. I mean certificates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are stupid. I don't know why, but its the truth. People are stupid. I love saying that, it makes me forget I am one of the people. People are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to think that they can't do shit without a degree? People are stupid. I don't need a degree to shit now do I? What's with this degree craze? And the university just loves to award degrees don't they? Even hopelessly stupid people can get degrees. So to solve the problem of finding out who's the smarter one, they made first class honours degree, and second class and third class and fourth class. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, universities award degrees for knowing how to shit. And not everyone can get that degree, trust me. Many of you will get fourth class degree in that by the way. Aimee claims you people SQUAT on SIT toilet bowls. How on earth do you get first class honours degree in shitting if you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when people start going on and on about success in life. Why is success in life all centred around money anyway? ...what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, money is a medium of exchange we invented. It carries a value that we can exchange it for whatever we want. Funny thing is, everywhere there's inflation every year. Which means the value of money is dropping, due to some weird economic mechanism that is evil at work here. The value of money is dropping? Simple solution. Make more money. More money means more value, and more value means you can still do the same shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop worshipping money. Worship me instead. At least I can verbally abuse you to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll proceed to convince you people why you should worship me instead of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Money makes you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;This is a pseudotruth. People feel happy when they get money. But if they overspend, they feel guilty. If the money is dirty money, that is money earned through deception, people feel guilty (that is if they have conscience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you feel guilty. Just tell me all your sins and I'll verbally abuse you into depression. So I can actually do what money does here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Money can buy stuff&lt;br /&gt;This is a fact. Buying is exchanging a certain amount of money for stuff you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to do anything here. I have fulfilled the role of money thus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Money is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;You can get robbed anytime. You freak out calculating your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dangerous too. So why worship money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You can't do everything with money&lt;br /&gt;So can't I, nor can you do everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Money can't talk&lt;br /&gt;I can. I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7586198975420987258?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7586198975420987258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7586198975420987258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7586198975420987258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7586198975420987258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/10/degree.html' title='Degree'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2382734081212165494</id><published>2009-10-13T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:31:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I have chicken bloody pox! Aggggggghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I shall be discussing another issue that might not be an issue today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are earphones/handsfree/earsets/whateveryouliketocallit the perfect convenient item for avoiding conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are perpetually on the earphone. Its a big turnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are walking to class. When they are eating. When they are talking to you. I wonder do they wear it when they bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those earphones a replacement for your teddy bear then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you wonder whether he/she hears you or pays any attention to you at all. It kind of tempts you to say all sorts of bad things about him/her, but then you worry that he/she might be able to hear it? It creates an internal conflict I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing is, if someone is wearing an earphone, it makes you think twice about talking to them. Because they might hear you and choose to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me when walking along with friends that are perpetually on the ear phone. Come on, this world is more than your music as you slog along your boring life of routine and repetitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2382734081212165494?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2382734081212165494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2382734081212165494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2382734081212165494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2382734081212165494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/10/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-9107989037580337394</id><published>2009-10-08T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:51:22.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>People are weeeeirdddd. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend recently. A guy friend, not a gay friend. He's in the health sciences, but a victim of circumstances he has to take physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he learned that I am in engineering, he began reciting formulae for me to confirm its correctness. And insisted I teach him physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today morning 7.30am. 7.30 AM. FUCKING 7.30AM he sent me an sms saying nothing but 'oh I just realized I have a physics test next week'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtfarghsasdkjaskd  heriskedthedarklord'swrathanddisturbedthedarklord'sslumberjustforthesakeofsaying HEHASAFUCKING TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I found my haunt :D well literally the place I'll be haunting in my spare time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am having a headache. I am intending to specialize in green/environmental engineering. But what if due to space limitations I am not admitted? ...Fuck. I need to think of alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, just a brief update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-9107989037580337394?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/9107989037580337394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=9107989037580337394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/9107989037580337394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/9107989037580337394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6378469576629830511</id><published>2009-09-21T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:51:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrink shrank shrunk</title><content type='html'>This is a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out some of my clothes are not meant to be tumble-dried. Figures why some of them shrank hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like underwears getting tight was not due to size increase after all HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;(omg can't believe i typed that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6378469576629830511?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6378469576629830511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6378469576629830511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6378469576629830511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6378469576629830511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/09/shrink-shrank-shrunk.html' title='Shrink shrank shrunk'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2548230727677018532</id><published>2009-09-14T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:49:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusade?</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie's tentative plan to kill the stupid people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crusade against stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a random group in facebook. Any name will do. For example, 'Kill people who brush their teeth while taking a shower', 'Kill people over the age of 8 and still can't fucking use a toilet properly' or 'Kill people who do stupid quizzes in facebook'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a chainmail in MSN and facebook. Tell everyone to join and forward to everyone in their contacts. If they do not, they will die by midnight. If they do, they will be blessed with whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert random story about random boy's name who didn't believe and died horribly. Insert extra random story about random girl who died horribly for extra firepower to convince people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As admin of the group, begin ordering people around. Spread rumours that a group of assasins work for you, and you have ties with the underworld and the dark lord himself. If they do not obey, you will employ hackers to find out where they live via their facebook account and insert some technical computer jargons to confuse them and make yourself sound convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now begin telling them to commit suicide subtly, one by one. Make sure it cannot be blamed on you. Publicize each death beyond sensational level. Manipulate data to make your chain mail extremely credible now. You should get a steady source of new members while you steadily kill off old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find that the number of members joining has trickled to zero, you have probably killed off all the stupid people. Next, aim at application code writers. Use above mentioned steps 1-3, using all the deaths of the stupid people as leverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit. But can someone try this? And tell me whether it will work ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2548230727677018532?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2548230727677018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2548230727677018532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2548230727677018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2548230727677018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/09/crusade.html' title='Crusade?'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3796452349912982819</id><published>2009-09-10T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:37:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>You know what? Before Zhi Wei's birthday I thought of buying an ukulele since I couldn't afford a guitar. I didn't. My friend advised against it. I thought it was useless compared to a real guitar. And it costs itself to send it to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that piece of fuck puts on facebook saying he wants an ukulele. USELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I haven't been updating for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the re-emergence of fucking facebook apps that absolutely piss me off. Not to mention the advent of chain sms-es and 'MSN is closing down you fags forward this mail and the blue dude will turn blue and suck ..' never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people can be uber stupid. STUPIDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the facebook application does is randomly insert your friends into random adjectives, THEN DON'T USE IT! (I am pissed I got labelled UGLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of the whole thing if when people complain, you shrug and say the bot did it? FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chainmails/smses piss me off too. You will die tonight if you don't forward this. You will get laid if you send this too 1000 people. I swear if that were true, I would have died 213896129846231894 times by now, and there will be no desperate guys in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the angst. Just need to release some tension. No, zhi wei, enough with jacking off. Its masturbate I say. (Why do we use the words when we didn't even discuss about this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I have an idea. I'll fight fire with fire. Tell everyone to stop chainmails or they'll die. Hmm. STUPIDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3796452349912982819?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3796452349912982819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3796452349912982819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3796452349912982819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3796452349912982819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/09/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8830927229996901906</id><published>2009-06-07T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:57:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animes and Hollywood</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to have neglected you for so long. I was always lazy to type up new stuff to entertain my readers (which i suspect there's only one. Aimee that's you, don't look behind). As such, in times of impending exam, I turn my attention to you as a perfect excuse for procrastinating my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic Professor Leslie shall talk about today shall be about animes and Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are the Hollywood people thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they made this :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy6ZGzEAI/AAAAAAAAALI/5gIw2oSmkQ0/s1600-h/dragonballz14.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy6ZGzEAI/AAAAAAAAALI/5gIw2oSmkQ0/s320/dragonballz14.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562099046780930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzdkuNsVI/AAAAAAAAALg/aQF8ogSg4dU/s1600-h/dragonball-evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzdkuNsVI/AAAAAAAAALg/aQF8ogSg4dU/s320/dragonball-evolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562703460315474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero............................................................................................ the zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I did not bother to watch. I'd be encouraging them to make more if I did. Its like... its like some kid pooped in his pants right in front of you and you giving him money and saying 'well done'. To top it off, the pants he is wearing is your favorite brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ever noticed that adding the word 'Evolution' makes everything sound right? Yeah God knows whatever it means by 'Dragon Ball Evolution', since Dragon Balls technically are orbs to summon the dragon god, it is not a living thing, it cannot evolve. Dragon Ball evolution? Yeah, Goku evolved from a muscle perfect super saiyan hero to a white punk. That's degeneration by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Not all anime to live action movies suck. At least I don't really think so despite the 'prettiness' of anime people (drawn people look abnormal). Observe Death Note by Japanese producers. Manga and live action versions of L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy6IsBXoI/AAAAAAAAALA/BFMjAQw4VtY/s1600-h/Death_Note___L_by_insomniacvampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy6IsBXoI/AAAAAAAAALA/BFMjAQw4VtY/s320/Death_Note___L_by_insomniacvampire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562094639505026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzdzUxlnI/AAAAAAAAALo/51XCZPaqmWs/s1600-h/c0019227_225718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzdzUxlnI/AAAAAAAAALo/51XCZPaqmWs/s320/c0019227_225718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562707380147826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resemblance is not bad, in my opinion. You have to be slightly racist here haha. Serious. At least Goku is not some random punk who 'you must save the world! and grab that chick while you're at it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing. Cowboy Bebop. Nope I did not watch the anime, nor the anime movie. But guess what? Keanu Reeves is going to act in the live action version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy64DRnMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o68KSY9N0d4/s1600-h/cowboy_bebop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy64DRnMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o68KSY9N0d4/s320/cowboy_bebop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562107353504962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzeET2PjI/AAAAAAAAALw/abUNCF_qEsw/s1600-h/keanu-reeves-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzeET2PjI/AAAAAAAAALw/abUNCF_qEsw/s320/keanu-reeves-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562711939661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm................................. I seriously don't know what to say. From Matrix, Hell, Streets, now anime? Mr Anderson this better be good. Because there's a high probability it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? There's an english version of the famous chinese gangster-police story 'Internal Affairs'. I conveniently forgot the title. I didn't bother to find out about it. This is unrelated though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the final straw is this. This is an unconfirmed rumour circulating around the net. They say that Hollywood's making a live action movie of Death Note too! Maybe anime's the new cash cow for Hollywood. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy7PAAj8I/AAAAAAAAALY/Ao5oaMo0yAg/s1600-h/Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy7PAAj8I/AAAAAAAAALY/Ao5oaMo0yAg/s320/Light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562113513820098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzeZsYYXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pV_5WnnVLGg/s1600-h/zac-efron-hairspray-london-premiere-arrivals-04g0wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/SiuzeZsYYXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pV_5WnnVLGg/s320/zac-efron-hairspray-london-premiere-arrivals-04g0wa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562717679706482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Light Yagami (left) will probably be played by Zac Efron. High School Musical anyone? From dancer to man-suffering-from-delusions-he-is-god-but-he-can-kill. I'll admit that even the Japanese version they couldn't find someone who looks like Light. (Light's such a cool name isn't it) But one thing I hate to admit, Zac there does look slightly like Light (maybe its the hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well its unconfirmed rumour though. But I do not like the idea of Hollywood putting its grubby hands into the anime grounds. I mean, well drawn people certainly look abnormal (note : unusually big boobs, big eyes, eyes with different colours I forgot what this is called, small people bearing SHIT HUGE weapons etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it shatters the illusions one have of the anime. Two it makes me feel like an idiot IF i watch it. Three because its just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder why though. Maybe because its the large industry Japan has in the manga/anime section. I mean, its gotten so that people worldwide are reading comics from there. I wonder do white kids ever imagine going to Japan someday and find out people are seriously drawn there (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is evident though. Hollywood sure is putting its grubby hand in anime grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I hate picture posts. Annoys the hell out of me to upload photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8830927229996901906?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8830927229996901906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8830927229996901906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8830927229996901906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8830927229996901906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/06/animes-and-hollywood.html' title='Animes and Hollywood'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Siuy6ZGzEAI/AAAAAAAAALI/5gIw2oSmkQ0/s72-c/dragonballz14.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4931994533989861671</id><published>2009-05-24T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:28:10.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Today Professor Leslie will make the strange connection between life and survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, life is all about survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to survive your childhood by not dying in some freak accident. And enjoy as much of this phase as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your childhood, you begin education phase. That's where they brainwash you into mindless zombies and tell you you are a free individual cause you are educated. You gotta survive this. Its a whole load of crap actually, and at times life in this phase is really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you begin work. Work for society to earn your keep in society. Contribute your part for society to be parasites of Earth. And working phase absolutely sucks so bad your shit actually smells great at times (ok disgusting comparison sorry). Working politics, politicians, wages, finances, sex, booze, sin, religion and all suddenly swirls around in a cauldron that makes a concoction smellier than your shit (ok i used it again. Real sorry). You gotta survive this somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of work phase, you have kids. You fulfill your biological role, that is to reproduce (which explains why orgasms feel so great. To encourage you to breed). Your kids turn out to be total pain in the ass. You got to survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you retire. You still got to battle those incoming diseases as a result of those many phases of life. You have got to survive this, though it doesn't matter if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you survived everything, you can now go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it was morbid, was not meant to be. Just a ... ok maybe slightly morbid way of looking at life in the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And now they are telling me 2012 Feb 1 is Armageddon. WTF? The year I graduate on my birthday.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4931994533989861671?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4931994533989861671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4931994533989861671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4931994533989861671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4931994533989861671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1624981537017075282</id><published>2009-05-23T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:02:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>Ok, if there's a God, he's on my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got my wish from god. Read previous post. I shall not say what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly trademe.co.nz people came selling stuff that i want, all for 1$ or 2$, without competition. I bought almost 10 books off for less than 50NZD. Ok, they're mostly second hand (with a couple of brand new ones) , but what a grab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was never acknowledging that this probable god gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he or she punished me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAhh I made a 60 dollar mistake!! And a stupid one at that! I mistook a bed cover sheet for a DUVET cover sheet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I acknowledge your probable existence, oh probably god! Now grant me more good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I suspect this god is Aimee, for she hath typeth to me that I have to close my eyes, speak her name out loud 3 times and the sky will open above me and she'll grace me with her presence. She said she has no money though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS : I decided Aimee is not God. She is GAWD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1624981537017075282?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1624981537017075282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1624981537017075282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1624981537017075282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1624981537017075282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/05/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2373597891937465850</id><published>2009-05-17T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:16:08.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>Today I found out one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a God, he's a real cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had a massive headache the moment I woke up I had to cancel the gym appointment with my friends to sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I overslept wayyyy into lunchtime. If Kelvin hadn't messaged me, I would have missed lunch. (bugger phone didn't ring my alarm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I tidied up my room and cleaned my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat down and revised my Mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest question eluded me. I couldn't solve it. God knows why, but my brain is stuck. I could not even understand what the heck the lecturer was writing in the solutions. So yeah, I failed at copying answers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add salt to the wound, I realized my room keys are missing. They cost 15NZD to get a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely pissed, I chucked the text books away and started playing poker on facebook. Lost my trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turned to computer games, hoping to massacre the computer players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked in the ass and had a cucumber shoved inside (ok disgusting analogy. Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the items I bid on trademe.co.nz were outbid (they were fantastic bargains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, is a string of extremely bad news. To top it off, I could not find my maths assignment that I did partly before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I lost my keys when I tidied my room, and I threw away my maths assignment together with scrap paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I yelled out in MSN at god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear god, the only thing that can compensate my shitty day is by giving me 1000nzd to spend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me back my maths assignment AFTER i printed a new one and finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me back my keys, which he hid among my instant noodle stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he let me kick the computer players' ass and shove brinjals up three times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, you cheapskate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all is true except my feelings for God though, everyone knows I am agnostic hahaha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2373597891937465850?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2373597891937465850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2373597891937465850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2373597891937465850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2373597891937465850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6658097780979182825</id><published>2009-04-24T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:07:32.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks at work</title><content type='html'>Was at the gym, in the cardio section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the bicycles-that-won't-move thingys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an empty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went towards the empty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy cycling the bicycles-that-won't-move BESIDE the empty one saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made eye contact somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked (while pointing at the empty one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you using this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tutorial session, teamed up with some Indonesian and China Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Indonesian said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are Malaysian right?"&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because your accent is super strong".&lt;br /&gt;*LOL WTF I HAVE A STRONG ACCENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6658097780979182825?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6658097780979182825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6658097780979182825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6658097780979182825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6658097780979182825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/04/quirks-at-work.html' title='Quirks at work'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8751890420526732976</id><published>2009-04-19T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:05:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive and very much enjoying life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Classes are few.&lt;br /&gt;Food's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Babes galore.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sceneries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian students here who don't know how to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, our politicians have to be the only ones in the world worshiping a tree as tree of democracy. And the other side is equally stupid to try and come up with ploys to destroy or undermine that tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT TREE IS FUCKING INNOCENT! NOW GO DRAW UP A PLAN OR PROJECT THAT BENEFITS THE PEOPLE YOU MORONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NZ is, well, pretty much an ecofriendly place. Greenery everywhere, rare rubbish sightings on the roads, no politicking in the newspapers (the newspapers are fuck boring. Everyday there's a feature about a cat. A handsome cat. A heroic cat. A lazy cat. Wtf?) I don't bother reading the newspaper here btw, Malaysian newspapers amuse me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, NZ is pretty much the place to retire at. No joke. Its so peaceful here, anyone can just come here and waste life away with the sheeps, and cows, AND CATS. Funny how there doesn't seem to be any strays, and dog sightings are far more common than cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will update with more freak theories when I have the time (and idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a rant about facebook to satisfy you guys for now, if you even come to my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, people get stupider as we multiply (which john made some huge calculation errors and claimed he solved the problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono, politicians or Malaysian students abroad aside, its facebook. Malaysians on facebook. Melayu Cina India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU STOP FUCKING DO THOSE STUPID QUIZZES? GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers given are so general, it is correct for everyone. Are you a true Johorean? Yes you are. Are you an anak Kedah? Yes you are. You are a hot lover (obviously you are not, I mean look at yourself..). You are a good kisser (ever kissed?). You are great in bed (bet you're a virgin). You are sentimental (yeah, sentimeter + obviously mental). If you are a politician, you will be the Prime Minister (a big IF. How many Prime Ministers can we IF HAVE anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fuck's sake, those quizzes&lt;br /&gt;1) Waste time&lt;br /&gt;2) Annoy the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;3) Insults intelligence&lt;br /&gt;4) Waste energy and memory&lt;br /&gt;5) and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just find out how to turn off those quizzes, facebook conveniently hid that teeny weeny little button that can shut your quizzes out of my laptop screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the anger and the angst in this post. I just spent 3 whole days on assignments. It severely damaged my internal organs, killed 80% of my brain cells (which explains why I hate Aimee for introducing me Zahada at this untimely moment. It killed the other 20%) and made me lose weight. So yeah, if you have weight problems, come do my assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8751890420526732976?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8751890420526732976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8751890420526732976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8751890420526732976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8751890420526732976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6771206075036799260</id><published>2009-02-21T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:11:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie has a new theory. Its about human intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me illustrate what intelligence is by giving you incomprehensible and incorrigible examples, analogies and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a fixed value 'x' (oh its mathematics now), assigned to intelligence. Note that 'x' is a constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us say, the more intelligence we have, the more functions we are able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains how the first humans managed to survive. There's only one man and woman. And they managed to survive by finding food and reproduce (imagine that! One man hunter vs. a dinosaur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the man had 'x' divided by 2 units of intelligence. Meaning he can do half the things ever possible for human, because he's smart enough. So he's smart, he can kill a T-rex by himself without brawn (but lets just add the brawn to make it more realistic). So the first man is a muscular and smart man who can kill a T-rex with his bare hands (what part of intelligence comes in anyway.. but this is proven by absolutely nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a lot. Today we have 7 billion people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 'x' divided by 7 billion units of intelligence. Note that 'x' is not infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, you are getting stupider as we multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why people go into 'specialization', meaning you 'can only perform one task which somehow passes the bottom line of bullshit retarded job done at a single time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we extrapolate the non-existent graph, soon humans will have .. lets say an infinitesimal value of intelligence unit per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more multitasking. Too difficult. Specialization brought to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group of humans to work. One group of humans to do nothing. One group of humans to screw everyone up and reproduce. One group of retarded humans can only complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which means the more people we have, the stupider we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I am opting for the group to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I feel stupider by the minute already, people stop fucking around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long hiatus because I was too busy doing nothing, I shall update about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 12 hours I am flying to Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes unfortunately I am coming back. After 4 years. Till then, I shall be (probably) updating this blog (maybe) frequently with (perhaps) the most enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I registered a skype id to make free calls to my family and friends (why does Digi put friends first anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its prof_leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know its a nice id. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6771206075036799260?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6771206075036799260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6771206075036799260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6771206075036799260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6771206075036799260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6765165666219916032</id><published>2008-12-19T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:12:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Parts</title><content type='html'>Today Professor Leslie shall discuss about body parts. Consider this sexual education for the strangely naive and sex-ignorant people even at the age of 18 (yes, they do exist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor thinks that since evolution is constantly occurring, then the following arguments should theoretically be possible eventhough unlikely (which means it won't happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specific topic under body parts would be the protruding parts of our body (or some call it extremities if Professor is not mistaken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are thinking only of penis, go wash your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's explore some of the vocabularies currently existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 1 : From head&lt;br /&gt;We call it a horn. Somehow humans don't have horns, but we observe it in creatures like goats and such. We humans have nothing better to do, so we photostat this body part and copy it onto otherwise normal creatures to create abnormal creatures. Satan, Unicorns and John comes to mind. Nothing of interest here, just to highlight this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 2 : From teeth&lt;br /&gt;We call it either a sabertooth, a fang or less accurately a tusk (screw technicalities, it is from the teeth if I say it is). Somehow humans don't have this also, or it is not obvious or does not function. Again, we copy and paste this feature onto other otherwise normal creatures to create strange monstrosities. Dracula and Zhi Wei comes to mind. Nothing of interest here, just to highlight this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 3 : From hands&lt;br /&gt;We call them fingers. If you have not heard of them, take a look at your hand. Those wormlike things you use to grab things are your fingers. You should have ten of them, normally. Nothing of interest here, just to highlight this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 4 : From legs&lt;br /&gt;We call them toes. You should have ten too. If you have not heard of them, look at your toes. If you can't see them, time to get some exercise. Nothing of interest here, just to highlight this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 5 : From your crotch (males only)&lt;br /&gt;We call it a penis. Magical muscular wonder of males. Makes you wonder why God or evolution made this organ this way (Key and keyhole comes to mind). Funny if you think about it. Not funny if you kick it hard, or break it. Voted (in a nonexistent poll) as guys' most important part in the body, and its protruding out instead of protected by strong skeletal frame. If you are a guy and you think this part is dispensible, you are probably gay and seriously lack libido. Unless you are a hermaphrodite anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangest part of a male body. Size is adjustable, though maximum size varies. Hardness adjustable, depending on environment. Displays attracting and attention to loving stroking. Very sensitive to heat, and obeys the Physical Law. Size becomes small when exposed to cold, and relaxes in a warm condition. Definitely should not be exposed to high temperature as permanent change is possible to occur. Serves multiple purposes like removing fluid waste and discharging reproduction cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how leisure activities are called rest and RECREATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protruding part number 6 : From fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;They are finger/toenails. Professor usually forgets/procrastinates to cut them. Not an essential part of the body, but can be useful in a few disgusting ways. Cleaning your teeth, digging your nose or ear comes to mind. Nothing of interest here, just to highlight this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since we like to copy body parts and paste them on other creatures, lets have some fun and play some Spore on humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary protruding body parts on humans (all nouns)&lt;br /&gt;1) From your ass&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie deduces that should evolution take a naughty turn, what comes out from your ass should be cilia like little things. The reason we would ever need these would be to sweep away dust or dirt before we sit down. It should be called Jasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example usage : Mr. A cleaned the chair with his Jasons before sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor has just finished typing this part, and remembered there's such thing as a TAIL&lt;br /&gt;** If shit comes to your mind, shit comes from asshole. Question answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) From your knees&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie can find no reason for any organ to protrude from the knees. But in all possibilities, parts coming out from knees should be sharp and hard. This is because in the midst of a fight/brawl, it will come in handy in giving a kick to the crotch (called something like boning of sorts). This part should be called a Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example usage : Leslie used his christopher to severely damage Mr.B's testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Professor checked the dictionary, and 'boner' actually meant 'penis erection'. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) From your neck&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie can actually think of a reason to protrude a body part from your neck. To protect your windpipe (Though it seems unnecessary)! This offers protection from external forces (note :Star Wars) that will crush your neck with unseen powers. It should be like a rib cage as well. This part should be called an Aimee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example usage : Zhi Wei would have broken his neck if he didn't have his Aimee around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) From your shoulderblades&lt;br /&gt;They are called wings. Professor Leslie remembered this as he typed and is saying 'wtf' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) From your chest&lt;br /&gt;No, not boobs. Professor is thinking that people who do not like hugs might develop this body part. It should thus be hard and tough to deter people who give hugs. This part would be called a DVD (because I ran out of names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example usage : Since Alamak disliked hugs, he always kill people who hugs him with his DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all from Professor today. If you feel bored, feel free to imagine other protrusions on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6765165666219916032?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6765165666219916032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6765165666219916032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6765165666219916032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6765165666219916032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-parts.html' title='Body Parts'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-344170116545332651</id><published>2008-12-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:59:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random random</title><content type='html'>Came across this forum the other day while surfing (yes I am that jobless). The topic in the thread was 'Homosexuals'. Basically they were discussing whether its right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the religiously pious ones were saying its definitely a sin. Its wrong. Its unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the brilliant reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A car is also not natural. So car = sin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Professor Leslie (resurrected at last) shall offer some opinions regarding homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals do it too! And people of reknown like Alexander the Great and your idolized Spartans (imagine 300, many people wanna be like them) are said to be gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an interesting theory that got my attention. Homosexuality is a form of evolution too, in the face of a state of overpopulation. Basically what it means is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People horny --&gt; People have too much sex --&gt; too many babies --&gt; overpopulation --&gt; people still horny, but too many people --&gt; They have same gender sex! --&gt; No babies! --&gt; Horniness appeased but population under control --&gt; problem solved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie feels that homosexuality is nothing wrong. It's fine if you are oriented that way (which I am not), as long as you do not disturb others who refuse you. Heck, its wrong even if a guy forces himself on a girl eh? So no issue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the abscence of readers, Professor shall refrain from sexual jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top current embarassing moments (my life's full of them, wonder why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture in your mind comical characters for the best humour effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At a local tid-bits shop that offers free samples&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *walks in casually, sees SQUID! Dried squid! Drowns in revelry and daydream*&lt;br /&gt;Shop attendant : *stare stare*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *eyes shining, mouth drooling, pretends didn't see the sample given, grabs a big piece from the mound*&lt;br /&gt;Attendant : "HELLO SIR! *points at sample, miserably cut down small pieces*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : -_-" *got caught*&lt;br /&gt;Customers : *glare glare gossip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) At a local private hospital, about to remove my lower wisdom tooth&lt;br /&gt;Aunt : Go brush your teeth! Wait dentist see dirty very embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *nods, walks into the toilet with toothbrush in hand*&lt;br /&gt;People : *stare stare gossip gossip*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *stress -____-"&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *starts brushing teeth in toilet*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *feels a sudden stress from behind*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *peeks*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *leaning against wall, staring at Leslie with 'wtf-is-this-guy-making-this-place-his-home-or-what-why-is-he-brushing-his-teeth-here-i-want-to-mop-the-floor-but-he-is-strange' look.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *brush brush*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *stare stare*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *brush brush*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *stare stare*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *stare stare*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *creepy*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *stare stare*&lt;br /&gt;Leslie : *done*&lt;br /&gt;Toilet cleaner : *sighs&lt;br /&gt;Both : *walk out of toilet together, as if just finished watching an action movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out in 6 hours O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-344170116545332651?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/344170116545332651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=344170116545332651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/344170116545332651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/344170116545332651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-random.html' title='Random random'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7897474015386793086</id><published>2008-12-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:04:39.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee</title><content type='html'>In case this blog dies.. or gets deleted.. I publish this meaningless post to keep it alive.. for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN WEARS PINK UNDERWEAR!! ( he does?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7897474015386793086?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7897474015386793086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7897474015386793086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7897474015386793086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7897474015386793086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/12/wee.html' title='wee'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7237320968987237748</id><published>2008-06-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:07:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Heroes</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie has observed that recently there seems to be a mushrooming population of super heroes in our media, comics and such. ( Tomatoman, potatoman and cicakman comes into mind )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Professor Leslie has grouped together the types of heroes, and the criterias that you might have that made you a hero, and shall discuss it here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 :&lt;br /&gt;- You must have strong arms. Everyday heroes seems to get themselves in positions where they will fall off the ledge, whether intentionally, unintentionally, pushed by enemy, pushed by friends, tripped over a rock or just plain blind. Therefore, you need strong arms to grab the ledge, hang around for 10 minutes yelling for help, then be able to pull yourself up without a single scratch. If you have it, you are Rapunzel's prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2 :&lt;br /&gt;- You must be invincible. A hero cannot get killed, else you're no hero. You can get stabbed, shot, blasted with uranium shells, hacked with an axe together with arrows in your guts and then your head lopped off, or placed in a freezer and then smashed with a 1000 tonnes hammer and you're still alive. If you cannot be killed, you are god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3 :&lt;br /&gt;You must be a morally blind person, and must be stuck to only one belief. Who ever heard of a superhero going 'oh the bad guy's innocent after all, maybe i should spare him'? Nope, all superheroes go 'peace will only come after i assrape that bastard villian'. No superhero considers 'oh the villian's desperate for food, that's why he robs. I should help him.' If you have this, you are a normal human, most probably an evangelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #4 :&lt;br /&gt;You must have suffered some past tragedy. Your pet dog died, your village kena ransacked, you have been tortured by a master of some craft, you have been bitten by an ant, or you simply ate the wrong ice cream after dinner. All these somehow turns you into a hero. If you have this, you are a strange mutant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #5 :&lt;br /&gt;There almost is always some device or weapon that will help you kill your enemy. All the enemies come out initially fucking strong, and the hero fucking weak he can't kill an ant. But after an irony that the enemies somehow can't kill you ( note : rule #2 ), the enemies get exhausted by the effort or they just suddenly grow weak for no apparent reason that you can kill him/her. If you know these kind enemies, you damn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #6 :&lt;br /&gt;You must be awfully handsome/beautiful. Enough said. If you are not, you must wear a mask to hide your face, and conveniently use it to hide your identity. If you do this, you must be really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #7 :&lt;br /&gt;You must be beyond godlike lucky. Picture this. A superhero using a sword is fighting an evil wizard who has powers like omg-he's-god. The evil wizard uses his power to summon monsters, dragons, and at the same time hurl fireballs, lightning strikes and nuclear bombs at the hero. The hero manages to kill the dragons, monsters and at the same time avoids everything the wizard throws at him. The wizard must be a strange one ( powers beyond godlike and he can't hit a single person ), or he can't shoot properly cause he's blind, or he's just a stupid fuck destroying everything but the hero, or the hero's plain lucky cause there happens to be a rock everywhere the wizard shoots. If you are this type of hero, you are plain lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #8 :&lt;br /&gt;You need a costume. Go some halloween shop and get that awful looking gorilla suit and you can be gorillaman. Simple as that, if you are this type, you are probably a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #9 :&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the ultimate hero. A hero with no purpose at all. Picture this. A hero is wandering around aimlessly with no purpose in life. He spots a girl getting groped by a REALLY FAT UGLY GUY ( picture your principal ) and he BEATS THE SHIT FAT OUT OF THE REALLY FAT UGLY GUY! And he gets called a hero. Then he resumes wandering around aimlessly, staring into space. If you are this type of hero, you are a loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #10 :&lt;br /&gt;The hero of heroes. You kill stupid teachers and government servants who don't give a fuck and ruin your day somehow everyday. You are a hero of heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, are you a hero? If you are, check what type you are, and I'll mail you a 'You suck! Haha' card to you :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7237320968987237748?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7237320968987237748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7237320968987237748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7237320968987237748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7237320968987237748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-heroes.html' title='Super Heroes'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6007484558328303531</id><published>2008-05-28T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:22:55.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still do not have a title for this</title><content type='html'>Due to my amazing laziness and my amazing ability of procrastinating added with my amazing ability of finding excuses not to blog, I can conclude that I am an amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall discuss something weird to me. Perhaps you guys all know about this, but I seriously didn't know until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a certain class with a certain number of people in a certain place. And in my dictionary classes = boring, therefore we can conclude that I am handsome and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bored ( who wouldn't in a class? ), so I was counting the tiles.. how many spins the ceiling fan turns in one second.. then my eyes got fixed on this girl. Now now, she's not attractive. Serious, -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my eyes refused to leave her. Something just makes me focus on her face. Then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EH!! SHE HAS A MOUSTACHE??????????????????? (took me a while to remember how to spell that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was slight, but it was a noticeable line of black HAIR. Something like what I have if i didn't shave for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought the fairer sex were the.. erm... lets say they only have hair on their head, legs and erm you know.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a moustache O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't stop piecing moustache on people's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee looks disgusting. Serious. Make sure you shave often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this applies to everyone, I never bothered to research on whether girls are hairy creatures or not. But Aimee sure is disgusting with a moustache, I can assure you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better escape. She's going to kill me for my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just joking larrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6007484558328303531?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6007484558328303531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6007484558328303531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6007484558328303531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6007484558328303531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-still-do-not-have-title-for-this.html' title='I still do not have a title for this'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1265547273805189307</id><published>2008-05-04T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:22:36.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates!!</title><content type='html'>No updates this time round. I promise will update 3 weeks after this, after my mid year exam and during my holidaze :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1265547273805189307?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1265547273805189307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1265547273805189307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1265547273805189307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1265547273805189307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-updates.html' title='No updates!!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8958467509876065194</id><published>2008-03-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:18:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>Prof Leslie shall discuss on why maths is a big scam. ( hehehhee )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone knows that 1 + 1 = 2.&lt;br /&gt;But, 1 x 0 = 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are what you have learned in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, you learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a + 1 = 3&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a = 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, the zeroes are still common. But alphabets are introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After secondary school, this is what you learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a x b = c&lt;br /&gt;Therefore a = c/b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only numbers you will face is 0. And lots of alphabets. Or else its Greek alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths ( lower to higher )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numbers ---&gt; numbers + alphabets ---&gt; alphabets and zeroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, my logic only processes 1s and 0s. Try to feed to a CPU alphabet values, it will crash on your stupid face and go "BOOM!" ( who knows you might start to look like Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie or something. Turning handsome//beautiful cause of an explosion? xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : Why are we moving away from known value numbers to unknown  value alphabets? Makes sense during learning, doesn't make sense when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x represents an unknown value in different questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Question 1, x can be 12. In Question 2, x can be 0. In Question 3, x can be P/(2ac + 4bd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. wtf is 'x'? Is it just 'x', or is it 0, or is it P/(2ac + 4bd) or is it 12, or is it just some imaginary number that we use imaginary numbers to calculate with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is an alphabet -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird to me how maths can evolve to such an extent. I mean, to calculate an unknown value, yes we can say that 1 + 2 = x, what is x?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but x + y + z = 3???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird isn't it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8958467509876065194?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8958467509876065194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8958467509876065194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8958467509876065194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8958467509876065194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/03/conspiracy.html' title='Conspiracy'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8359667208002497480</id><published>2008-03-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:52:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update</title><content type='html'>Been really busy, and the hostel's internet's a bitch as usual. Doesn't really feel private. As though the institution is reading every word as i type it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been busy with assignments, mcDs, mcEs, KFC, Pizza Huts and basketball. Yes you read it. Don't have to zoom back. Its basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about the sport. Sometimes it feels like my face is getting more action than my hands. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe add another note. Makes me feel short.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like another, make it 'Fuck right?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem 2's freaking hectic. Projects for EVERY subject. WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grades seem to be slipping. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to summarize 2 months. Pissed-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie has an interesting question to ask you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question :&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself logging into eBay ( or anywhere ) and auctioning yourself off, how much do you think people will bid for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave a figure you're comfortable with, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;If you gave a figure that you'll probably get if your organs were all harvested and sold off to China, you probably got it marginally correct.&lt;br /&gt;If you gave a figure that matches the pirated DVD sold near your house, damn right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the entire point is just to show you how much you need some self esteem. I just crushed all you have into sand, unless you are a shameless bitch who thinks you are worth more than you are :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crude, but someone's happy from reading that. ( At least me )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8359667208002497480?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8359667208002497480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8359667208002497480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8359667208002497480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8359667208002497480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-8549406027217650351</id><published>2008-01-06T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:31:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to college</title><content type='html'>Come morning, I will be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... back to hell -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more updates for at least a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare an emergency hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-8549406027217650351?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/8549406027217650351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=8549406027217650351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8549406027217650351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/8549406027217650351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-college.html' title='Back to college'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3927807377466606230</id><published>2008-01-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:28:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of the 3rd year in blogging</title><content type='html'>And voila! Professor Leslie enters the 3rd year of this blog, officially the birthday ( can't fucking remember, go read my first post and check the date ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a starter for the year, let us just remember the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that I had lost a friend from National Service due to a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, as I progressed through this strange thing called 'life', my friends and family just decides halfway to leave the club and go to the condominium above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us just welcome the new year, and retain the old memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fragment of their lives in me. They live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today's topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like, there is a nationwide uproar over our unHealth Minister Dr Chua over his.. sex DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say he's done wrong by resigning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least he is not crying his way out like certain people when they find themselves in deep shit ( or yelling at people calling all sorts of names for that matter ). For that, he deserves recognition for showing some... conscience? Leadership perhaps. Responsibility definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that I specifically want him down. People who know me know that I can't be bothered with this country's politics. Its screwed up. Not just this country, politics IS a screwed up business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this DVD thingy is very obvious an attempt at political assassination with an almost certainty of success. Certainly despicable for doing this, but who are we to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we say that Dr Chua is wrong for screwing around his friends? Do we say that the guy with a strange fetish for Dr Chua is wrong for filming him in action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we perceive is but what is exposed to us. We do not know everything, therefore our judgement is flawed. I stand on neutral grounds, on grounds of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you people who thinks Dr Chua screwed up badly, think of others in the government who deserves to be pulled down too ( quite a list )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just shrug off everything and live your lives on neutral grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a gentle reminder to the general public who cries out condemnations to others. Look at yourself in the mirror, make eye contact with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you help that starving kitten in the streets? Or did you just view it with contempt and hope it gets put out of its misery soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you not screw something up too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in this world can claim they are without mistakes. Holier-than-thou attitudes, as I quote Dr Chua, is in fact, an attitude that should not exist in the first place. Humans are a strange construct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever Engineer made humans, he/she definitely screwed up. Logically thinking, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CREATE SOMETHING THAT MAKES ERRORS ALL THE TIME????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would smash your computer if it calculates 1 + 1 = 100 EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Certain sources report that its Katerina Hotel. Damn, there's cameras there. No funny business people when you're there. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S : Why the fuck is the word verification to post this blogpost IS SO FUCKING LONG??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out : qcgyxmac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 characters!!!!!! 4 is 3 too many I say!!!! Ah I keyed in wrongly. Now I have to retype another 8 different characters. For the fourth time. Fuck betul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3927807377466606230?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3927807377466606230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3927807377466606230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3927807377466606230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3927807377466606230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-3rd-year-in-blogging.html' title='First post of the 3rd year in blogging'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2811434921116605370</id><published>2007-12-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:49:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health &amp; ancient civilization</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie shall talk about Health and Ancient humans in this blog post. I know, the two topics are unrelated at all, but an attempt to merge them into one nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we shall speak of Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read the newspapers, magazines or whatever reading material you have your hands on. Second step, make sure its not porn. Third step, find anything to do with health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie shall predict what you just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either eating something causes cancer, eating something is good for your health, exercising can reduce risk of disease and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating rice or bread stuff causes diabetes. Eating protein causes this disease. Eating vegetables causes neurological impairment. Eating fermented stuff got free glutamate. Drinking wine can cause this that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor's verdict : These are all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you followed all their advices and reports, you would be living off grass the next half of your life and exercising everyday. Then they decided that you are an interesting character, and put you in the media spotlight. You are a healthy person cause you eat grass and jog and have sex all the time. Then they encourage people to follow you, and ask for advice for you on how to keep your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, whamm!! They suddenly decided that you are a piece of shit after all. They do research, and find that eating grass causes some disease or symptom which is rather hard to prove. Maybe.. Eating Grass causes early deaths, or Eating Grass makes your shit smells REALLY BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you suddenly find that you have been an arse eating grass while others indulge in their favourite food. And you actually find someone who is fucking unhealthy and somehow manages to outlive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Professor Leslie says avoid eating grass. The sheeps and cows need them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie's advice. Eat whatever you want, do whatever exercise you like, and have safe sex all the time. Guarantee even if you die earlier, you die a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie has been doing extensive research into Neanderthals in his imaginative lab. Neanderthals = Supposedly primitive men. In his imaginations, Professor Leslie has came across a few interesting discoveries of primitive men and wishes to share them in this insanely nonsensical and supposedly scientific report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First note : Never meant to be offensive. Just purely for entertainment as usual. So if you feel offended, get on with it, or don't read if you think you will be offended. If you can't get on with it, forget about it. If you can't forget about it, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie's incomprehensive report on Neanderthals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neanderthals, primitive men believed to have existed before the world existed ( well wtf that means anyway ) are an elusive lot ( yeah right ). They live in packs of males and a few unfortunate females ( nothing sexist here.. maybe.. yet? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eating habits are peculiar. They forage for berries when they are hungry, hunt for cicakmen when they are not hungry, eat sand for desert ( haha pun made ) and occasionally wonders when they can invent ice cream. They work in a group alright, with great teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will draw lots with uneven stones and randomly choose a shape of rock after everyone has picked one ( damn unfair, but wtf they survive this way ). The unlucky guy has to lie down on the floor and play the damsel in distress, eventhough he is a fucking ugly old fag. This will lure the heroic cicakmen to his rescue. He moans and tells them he suffers from a bad leg, and only by making him amused can his illness be cured ( wtf how come he knows own cure one? ). The stupid cicakman will then proceed to perform some stupid stunts or tell lame jokes. Whilst distracted, the neanderthal's friends will come from behind the cicakman and club him to death. Occasionally the cicakman is clubbed so bad that its so disgusting to just look at it, not to mention eating it. This reminds me of strawberry ice cream, with cicakmen seasoning. Damn disgusting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their social habits are funny. They bash each other's head with their hunting clubs, often resulting in fatalities among younger children who are too dumb to avoid them. They view strength as the ultimate virtue, but an unwritten and unsaid law is that they idolize people who can avoid all the hardblows on their face. Anyone who can bash another's skull in is considered a hero. Thus, this explains their fucking low population. But not to the point of extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mating habits are outrageous. The male will ogle at a potential mating partner for two minutes cause he feels shy, then will say 'wtf', grab the female by the hair and drag her to the nearest cave and rape her silly. Courtship is deemed as heretical and worshipping the occult. Apparently female friends told of this habit seems to like the idea. Perhaps we do descend from neanderthals after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuality is an issue among the neanderthals. The male feels extremely comfortable amongst other unsuspecting male friends. But mating habits with females do not apply here. Homosexuals are deemed as elusive gods. The more elusive the better. Probably cause none of the horny straight males would actually worship them. In the end, the homosexuals are no discriminated or cast away, but left to live on without being able to satisfy their sexual urges, unless they come across another homie ( homie is the general neanderthal slang for homosexuals ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is an interesting subject among neanderthals. They appear to worship anything they find interesting. A member can take interest in somoething positively mundane ( like a strange shaped rock.. wow.. fascinating ) and begin concocting a story to his friends on how he have seen a spirit or a god in that stone. The rock is then honoured at the leader's house. Which basically explains why the leaders seem to suffer from OCD, especially the need to arrange the rocks alphabetically. Leaders often find his cave or hut cluttered with every imaginable object, from sand to stones to rotten tree branches. Members of a pack have been known to drown because they tried to move a rapid river. Some joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics are also an interesting subject. Stupid people are valued better because they can't govern properly the pack, therefore the pack gets much more freedom. Best candidate for leadership in order of best to worst : Stupid &amp;amp; Lazy, Stupid &amp;amp; hardworking, Smart &amp;amp; hardworking, smart and lazy. Stupid &amp;amp; Lazy is because as mentioned above, incompetency leads to more freedom amongst pack members. Smart and Lazy is the worst qualifications for leadership because the smartass will get everyone else to do his stuff, which makes everyone pissed off. Elections are held everytime a leader is killed either by accident, disease or have ED. Which is basically almost once every 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude this report that, it would appear modern men and the studied subjects aren't that far apart after all. The two groups of men both do stupid things, are afraid of everything, believe in anything and likes sex. Communication will be impossible. Because they are frigging made up you dumbass who goes 'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2811434921116605370?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2811434921116605370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2811434921116605370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2811434921116605370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2811434921116605370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/12/health-ancient-civilization.html' title='Health &amp; ancient civilization'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2641467046642725962</id><published>2007-12-20T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeooo</title><content type='html'>Righto! Update! In the mood anyway, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Singapore tomorrow ( Thursday the 21st ) to visit my bro for christmas ( and.... $never mind$ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be back around after Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I think I shall update a bit on anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Claymore recently. Can't say I am too happy with the ending, but overall quite satisfied anyway since it followed the manga faithfully until around episode 19 ( And yeah I hate the director for doing the ending of his own ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/R2ldSZ_Us0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zjVeI8gMbh4/s1600-h/7+Claymores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/R2ldSZ_Us0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zjVeI8gMbh4/s320/7+Claymores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145746620043014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically its not a chibi anime like the one you see on the picture above =/. Its brutal, full of blood and decapitating scenes. In short, gory. But rest assured, no nudity :D I hate the overboard nudity they like to include in animes. Make the mangaka and the producers look like hentais (perverts), and myself for watching them -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I like this series. Its dark and depressing. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav chars : Teresa, Galatea, Miria, Flora ( wtf all names end with 'a' and all single digit Claymores ). And yeah, Helen's character is not bad. Teresa and Galatea my favouretest though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 4.6 / 5 ( For initial 19 episodes ). After that I refuse to rate.&lt;br /&gt;A Must-Watch for people who liked Elfen Lied (though not as emotional) and big swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched Shakugan no Shana. Got it from Sam. He referred it to 'Shakugan no SHITna' because he didn't like it ( and stupid me that time actually checked up Shitna in wikipedia, and was wondering why was there no such article ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an alright anime, though not at all exceptional. One thing though, it does seem a bit overboard on trying to attract males with fetish. Character with big boobs, all kinds of costumes ( loli girls, maid outfit.. ) and incestous relationship. Disturbing. But it was alright since it was not exactly excessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 3.6 / 5&lt;br /&gt;A Can-Watch for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, this one is in a class of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this strange anime entitled 'Shinigami no Ballad', which literally translates into 'Shinigami's Ballad' or in Wiki its 'Ballad of a Shinigami'. (Shinigami = God of Death).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/R2ldHp_UszI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QJVlgWvplNU/s1600-h/Momo+with+ID+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/R2ldHp_UszI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QJVlgWvplNU/s320/Momo+with+ID+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145746435359421234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Death God who is a crybaby and introduces herself with an ID card. Now I have seen it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anime is bizarre because despite the involvement of a Death God, there's no action, no main plot, and basically nothing much of interest, basically because throughout the anime, the characters just talk. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the producers try to introduce an argument that not all Death-related characters are wearing black hoods, with skulls for face and an evil grin. Wicked. They show the Death God as a crybaby girl ( dressed in pure white and white hair somemore ) with a badass sickle and a sarcastic cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But IT IS in a class of its own. Outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what they talk about. Ah I think I am not making sense here =/ I think I am ranting. Lemme explain clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only six episodes available, and the central character is a Shinigami named Momo with her kuro neko ( black cat ) named Daniel. Their task is to bring souls to the afterlife, and they provide house-visiting service to people who have regrets after they passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it does make you think a bit about your life by showing you various scenes of life and the loss of it to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this does not fall into any category that I can actually think of. Philosophical maybe? Naah, not fantasy, Psychological maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No battle actions, no sexy anime girls ( Momo's cute though ), heck no antagonists and 6 stand alone stories. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating is 4.6 / 5. ( kinda high, cause I really like it )&lt;br /&gt;A must-watch for people who like to ponder about life and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting quote by Momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dead people can't cry. So I cry on behalf of them." - Momo the girl God of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been to the cinemas quite a few time recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think of "I am Legend" star Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather good. Not bad, albeit a bit that reminds me of '28 weeks later'. Ya know, the zombie stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main idea of the story is to tell how Will Smith slowly becomes crazy living by himself with only his dog Sam and the zombies for company. Go watch it yourself, though its rather exciting the first half when you know there are fucking zombies, but bracing yourself for a sudden spring and 'WAAAAHH' by a zombie right on the big screen into your face as you stared down its fucking disgusting throat and disfigured face. Hideous. After that, the plot thickens, and not much suspense. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 7.8 / 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie would be "The Golden Compass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or are the books suddenly springing out in every bookstore? Sounds to me like the movies is a great way to promote a book. Fuck you all I say. Reading something because its famous is a stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its in the movies, its famous, so it must be good! After all, who would want to make a movie out of a shitty story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't argue with that logic, but it pisses me off that people don't have the initiative to read a good book, rather waiting for it to be famous then read it so that you won't be in an awkward situation like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? You haven't read that book? Wtf its so famous and you didn't read it? GET A LIFE MANNnnn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt people even know the trilogy is dubbed as 'The Dark Materials' trilogy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie. I would say its..... fine. Not too good, not too bad. Not outstanding. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many scenes specially to introduce a character only ( like Serafina Pekkala ), and the story pace is fucking fast. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people think the bear battle is awesome. I kind of thought it lacked. A lot. The reason Ragnar lost was not because he was roaring and Iorek took the fucking opportunity and won by chance. If I did not remember wrongly ( correct me if I am wrong ), Ragnar lost because he overindulged by being a king. Something to do with him making a pretty armour with no defense properties at all. And all the movie portrays is him being fucking arrogant and Iorek is a fucking bear who won by chance. Sounds dumb to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, they even portrayed Coulter ( Nicole Kidman ) as the bad character, where in actuality her character is not exactly evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of the book, the seriously most fucking intense and suspenseful moment of the first book IS NOT IN THE MOVIE!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( though most of you who actually reads my blog probably have read the book, I won't post the spoiler here )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie does seriously lack a lot. If they could do a good job with Lord of The Rings, why not will Philip Pullman's Dark Materials? I wouldn't mind if the movie was 3 hours long. I only want a good movie adaptation of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trend of promoting books through movie is disturbing to me. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 5.4 / 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie predictions :&lt;br /&gt;What movie adaption from trilogies possible next? or What would you hope to see (well done) in the big screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say..&lt;br /&gt;1) Old World trilogy by Garth Nix ( Sabriel, Lirael and Abhorsen )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sword of Truth by Terry Goodkind ( 11 books altogether. Made a review before. But if this is going to hit the big screen, this is fucking tricky to make cause of all its twist in the plot and such. Not to mention several sexual scenes involved. But this is a damn smart book )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Starcraft. Seriously, they should make a movie of Starcraft. I would loveeeeeee a movie of Staarcraft. Seriously. No really I swear. If they don't make a mess out of it anyway =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? I can't seem to come up with the many books I have read. I forgot -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Caspian of the Narnian story is coming. Damn they are not going in chronological order, just hope it doesn't suck. The witchy was ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a very long post. This will be the last part, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should get your hands on this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysian Politicians say the darndest thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a rather steep price, but its worth the read I say. Shows you what funny characters our politicians are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote one here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you! Fuck you!" &lt;-- Guess who? Hint : Kinabatangan and 'bocor'  He actually said that in Parliament -_-", and shamelessly admitted that 'if there had been a chair, I would have thrown it as well'.  Well, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;s it the book :P Our politics is certainly an interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book does tell you how our politicians have a 'good sense of humour'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2641467046642725962?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2641467046642725962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2641467046642725962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2641467046642725962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2641467046642725962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/12/weeeooo.html' title='Weeeooo'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/R2ldSZ_Us0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zjVeI8gMbh4/s72-c/7+Claymores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4320578245772019218</id><published>2007-12-14T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:35:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Leslie in hibernation</title><content type='html'>Been in a state of perpetual hibernation the past few weeks. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Professor Leslie shall speak about an interesting phenomenon that I and Zhi Wei had noticed recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surge in the number of help books for students to score fucking number of As. As usual, Professor Leslie thought of writing a book like these and cashing in on people's stupidity (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to study like fuck, get fucking number of As, and still be fucking cool" doesn't sound like it will appeal to nerds, but whatever, it might work. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 1 :&lt;br /&gt;Remember, getting the highest number of As is your life. It can determine everything in your life. So aim for the impossible, if you fail, never mind. It was impossible to begin with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can slit your wrists and just die if you feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 2 :&lt;br /&gt;Buy self help books on how to improve your grades and still get tons of boyfriends/girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 3 :&lt;br /&gt;A very useful theraphy would be to run around naked (again!) and carrying many books of knowledge with you. If the police comes and arrest you you can deter them by starting to tell them about general knowledge which they are too stupid to comprehend, or you might wanna just throw the books at them. Or just try and pass off as a scientist who discovered something in his/her bath and keep yelling 'EUREKA! Discovery of the century!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 4 :&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy to talk to people. Hey, people don't like you cause you study too much and you suck ( which is probably true anyway ). Appeal to their better side. Make them see the positive in you. Show them that in the world of people who study too much and people who suck, you are the best. They might like you, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 5 :&lt;br /&gt;People say you read too many books. Burn your books in front of them. You got them stored in your computer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 6 :&lt;br /&gt;Have great friends around you. Eventhough you don't have any friends, just have great friends around you. They help you with mental stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 7 :&lt;br /&gt;You know how the self help books like to assure you that nobody is stupid? They're lying. You were dumb enough to believe them and bought their book. So don't buy self help books, and get a DIY toolkit to help you study. Because it allows you to screw around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 8 :&lt;br /&gt;The simplest words you can put in a help book. 'Believe in God'. And nobody actually thought they can say those words to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip number 9 :&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to achieve your goal, never mind, its not the end of the world. Go sell char kuay teow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 super offensive tips that offer no help at all to improve your grade. This might be a bestseller yet xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, you might get to become a minister in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention two interesting habits of people in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Everybody smokes like fuck&lt;br /&gt;2) Everybody drives so dangerously a boa constrictor chokes and dies of its own poison just by looking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4320578245772019218?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4320578245772019218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4320578245772019218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4320578245772019218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4320578245772019218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/12/professor-leslie-in-hibernation.html' title='Professor Leslie in hibernation'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6783377986164588801</id><published>2007-12-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:24:14.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to show I am alive</title><content type='html'>I am officially alive and kicking. Since almost nineteen years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just to inform you guys that I am alive, and is knockdead handsome. Now now, girls, please queue up for my phone number. I don't simply give to anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate. I shall only tell you what is interesting from my trip to Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, nothing about the scenery. You go there and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting things during the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Total number of dogs and cats seen during the 8 day 7 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs : 21&lt;br /&gt;Cats : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are absolutely not made up. I counted everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of domesticated and strays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs - Domesticated : 20&lt;br /&gt;               Stray : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats - 1 Domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the strays gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Into the cooking pot" my aunt says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this lady in my group. I am so scared of her. She is from Batu Pahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she sees me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHHAHAAA BOY YOU LOOK LIKE MY DAUGHTER"S BOYFRIEND LEH!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___- For eight days seven nights she did that EVERY time she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she will start talking to me about her daughters. And severely imply that one of them is of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I actually talked to her. So what she actually said was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHHAHAHAHA BOY YOU REALLY LOOK LIKE MY DAUGHTER'S BOYFRIEND LEH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I said something :&lt;br /&gt;"hAHHAHAHAHAHA BOY YOU EVEN TALK LIKE HIM LEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly named her : "Stalker Aunty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing number 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN my tour group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Ah Beng's mother...&lt;br /&gt;That boy's mother...&lt;br /&gt;That fellow's mother...&lt;br /&gt;Oh that form 5 boy punya mother...&lt;br /&gt;Ah i see that senior punya mother.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh that girl's mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- Every lady is someone's mother, and I know that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE HAVE ALL THE FATHERS GONE???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, finished about Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now talk about the movie I just watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enchanted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeet is a great show, I say. Christopher says its like High School Musical. Fuck you Chris, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not in any sense like HSM. Not everything with dancing and singing is LIKE HSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main idea is a brilliant one. A princess from Disney world falls into our world. That's how fucked up it can really get. And boy, they do a good job telling you how fucked up everything can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mild spoiler*&lt;br /&gt;In any case, one interesting thing strikes me as the conclusion draws close. As Prince Edward finally marries his wife, as they are about to kiss, the bride's handphone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I thought was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DIGI&lt;/span&gt; - I will follow you~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the show 8.25 out of 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6783377986164588801?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6783377986164588801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6783377986164588801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6783377986164588801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6783377986164588801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-to-show-i-am-alive.html' title='Just to show I am alive'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2109204463686308296</id><published>2007-10-17T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:54:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.. again</title><content type='html'>A little update on anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Death Note, it was awesome! All the smarts certainly make you feel stupid, and the suspense is thrilling. Personally I kind of thought the movie was slightly better than the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of 'M' and 'N' after 'L' died simply sounds a little corny eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching 'Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya' now. 14 episodes only, very short. But you bet, its freaking hilarious. Many ideas in it that will make you go 'HAHA WTF!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part here is, the main guy's situation is extremely, how do you say it.. understandable? Imagine you were in his situation. You would probably act the same way as him too. That's the magic in it. Its so.. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime watched so far, in order of date :&lt;br /&gt;1) Love Hina&lt;br /&gt;2) Elfen Lied&lt;br /&gt;3) Fate Stay Night&lt;br /&gt;4) Death Note&lt;br /&gt;5) The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. few I know. But I only began in June. And they are expensive.. well.. I did mention how hard it was to get the authenticity of the products in Malaysia verified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully going to get my hands on Fullmetal Alchemist soon! And if I can I want to get Claymore and Kekkaishi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get my bro to buy me some. Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he'll probably knock my head with his dog and tell me to forget these kind of childish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't childish actually if you think about it. Its kind of hard to find a totally 'clean' anime if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above in the list are 100% clean. But that does not mean they are not acceptably clean. Well that depends on how you look at it. Sure wasn't that big a turn on to me -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I do not have a problem. You probably have if you were thinking what I predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read in newspapers today. My home subscribes to NST, I have no say in it. Its news anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see now.. ( fllip flip flip )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawi-lookalike prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawi's hairstyle will be the standard for male school prefects. It is known as Persona hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;Johor Education Department director Mr. Mokhy Saidon said it was a way to discipline students. And he hopes it will make students emulate the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!@#!@($*E^!@($*?????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think SHAVING YOUR HEAD IS NOT GOING TO MAKE YOU A DISCIPLINED PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone try to apply a physical method to shape a mental attribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look at that guy! He shaved his head! Probably your average hardworking, obedient, nice and always stays out of trouble DUMB fellow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Sheikh Muszaphar in space. Well bravo to him for being a pioneer to go into space. You're in space, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, many more are going to follow in your footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Let me rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, many more WANTS to follow in your footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?? Don't forget we need to EAT HERE!! We need farmers, lawyers, mushroom growers, fishermen, doctors, animal lovers, cooks, nasi lemak ladies and Hainan chicken rice stalls here!!! Why does everyone want to blast off into SPACE where there's NOTHING??????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mentality that whenever someone succeeds in doing something, EVERYONE has to set THAT success as their ambition!! No variation there ( see i am not swearing, see see?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is no one announcing they want to follow Nicole Ann David?? Or Datin Sharifah Mazlina?? or even Datuk Azhar Mansor -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Because blasting off into space LOOKS easy. You just sit there, they strap you on to a toilet seat, and you blast off. Of course, reality hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I might be overreacting here. They are kids after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb kids.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Lust, Caution by Ang Lee. But WHY THE FUCK IS IT NOT SHOWING HERE??? ( oops I swore. So what? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a good movie, but, never know until we actually watch it eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2109204463686308296?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2109204463686308296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2109204463686308296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2109204463686308296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2109204463686308296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled-again.html' title='Untitled.. again'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2169805009306627981</id><published>2007-10-14T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:14:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I shall begin this update with why i did not update. Which literally translates into : EXCUSES. Or in a more formal way, reasons-to-convince-you-why-my-work-is-not-done and why-I am-not-at fault-and-therefore-you-should-not-blame-me-for-it. Alright, excuses sounds easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse 1 :&lt;br /&gt;1) Bloody Cendana Internet connections in the room were cut off. After a week. Port's ready, server's ready, cables ready, WHY MUST CUT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Because they got the approval already, but no black and white yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Seriously, These people need to know that black is the abscence of colour and white is the combination of seven colours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Put this in mathematical form, you get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Assuming colour = x&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   0x + 7x = Internet activation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But since 0x has no value, therefore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7x = Internet activation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Come see me, I have some white paper. Lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure. I suffered lots of taunts and jeers from my friends to update. I have learned in school that peer pressure is always bad. I wrote countless essays of how peer pressure encourages stupid youths to start smoking, have casual sex, commit suicide and take drugs and all every other negative social issues that could possibly exist. So why would I succumb to peer pressure if that is so bad? That's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. I didn't update. Because I so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse 3:&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of potato chips. Potato chips are an excellent source of energy for operating the mouse and typing on the keyboard. Without all the carbohydrate, water, monosodium glutamate and (insert many many chemical stuff that we stuff into ourselves daily here), I simply cannot update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, done with the excuses. Now on to updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids beware! There's a pedo on the loose in the streets. He likes cucumber and brinjals. If you see him grab the nearest magic gourd and shove it up his ass ok? Make sure it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, while you are at it, try and obtain naked pictures of guys who post what they shouldn't post in the net. Blackmail them for money first. Get the money, then post it anyway cause they suck.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why the big hoo-haa about a Malaysian guy in space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an exagerration to have almost an entire edition of Star newspaper dedicated to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the man who will fuel idealism in the country. Taxpayer's money are being channeled to buy petrol to fuel his way up into space, and unfortunately he's coming back and most probably will be saying he wants another go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every kid in the street wants to be an astronaut. But nobody knows the difference between an astronaut, a cosmonaut, a juggernaut, and heck nobody even knows what a space tourist is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Go into space? Siao ah! So expensive, no whores, nothing to buy, nothing to see, no air to breathe?? WASTE MONEY SIALL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are the future taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So technically, in mathematical terms, if we have a kid becoming a whatevernaut, we will have one less taxpayer. This can be seen in the mathematical expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Kids = a&lt;br /&gt;   astronauts/cosmonauts/juggernauts/whatevernauts = b&lt;br /&gt;   constant = k&lt;br /&gt;   tax collected = t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   k(b-a)=t&lt;br /&gt;   If every kid is a whatevernaut..&lt;br /&gt;   a = 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   therefore, tax collected will be t = kb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now as we all know, in taxes, the whatevernauts tax collection comes in (onebillion minus income tax).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Income tax, unless imposed on guys like Bill Gates(is there a Bill Doors or Bill Windows?), will definitely be below RM1,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Technically, income tax will be way below negative level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our nation will collapse. People will suffer. Famine spreads. Disease overwhelms us. Everyone is unemployed. The space is literally littered with Malaysians. Nobody grows crops. Our economy collapse. But hey! We are in space. That's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is all crap. There's always that mak cik that sells nasi lemak down at the corner stall. Our people in space will surely come back for her nasi lemak. The only problem is we have to send them back into space and hope they get stuck up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Carrefour a moment ago. Ok its 1.05am, maybe not a moment ago. About 5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK ARE THE MALAYS BUYING STUFF AT THIS TIME????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously jampacked, crowded, congested, constipated, whatever word you have in mind, put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in the morning? What.. not enough supplies? Don't bullshit me lar. EVERYONE OUT OF SUPPLIES???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THE NONMALAYS BUYING ALL THAT JUNKFOOD?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to feed the entire town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, BP-ians are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am beginning to hate salesmen. I won't mind attractive salesWOMEN though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I seriously look like a 40 year old datuk with a harem of a dozen mistresses, tons of corruption case against me while driving a convoy of limousines??? WHY IS EVERYONE OFFERING ME CREDIT CARDS????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had an idea while chatting with Judy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Al Gore for winning the Peace Nobel. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to win it next year. Heck, I shall make a documentary myself on peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall buy a camera.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;And make sure every picture will have a peace sign on at least one hand.&lt;br /&gt;Then make a documentary out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap, I am way behind. BILLIONS of people already done that. Got a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can imagine me sayng the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the prize money, I shall buy many more cameras and capture every single peace sign I see in the world. Then I shall document it again, and spread peace to the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, everyone's buying nuclear weapons and I am buying cameras. I shall win it hands down. Bwahahhaaha.~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even imagine what the announcement sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we present the Peace Laureate to Mr.... because he did not purchase Nuclear weapons like other power-crazy leaders of countries!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2169805009306627981?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2169805009306627981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2169805009306627981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2169805009306627981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2169805009306627981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-820949069775933626</id><published>2007-09-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:39:26.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to release stress</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie's tips to release stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning : Extremely imaginative, unrealistic and dangerous. Please do this at home if you want to release tension and stress in a very insane way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie has decided that everyone in the world experiences stress. Stress occurs when one is pressured into doing something that he/she feels is boring, too much work for a stupid pay, not enough sex and leading a seriously dysfunctional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear! For today Professor Leslie shall teach you how to release yourself from all that agony and become a somewhat abnormal person, minus the stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1:&lt;br /&gt;Forget what the health experts tell you. Its all bullshit, or its some way to make them look smart so that they will be called experts, or its some marketing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what Professor Leslie says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the tension slipping away already right? Be thankful I don't charge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2:&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel the pressure mounting on you, gather all your homework/assignments/work, pile them up, burn them. Then gather the ashes and put them into your boss/teacher/any stupid person's underwear and watch them scratch their crotch till it bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic I know, but somehow it works. ( I did something similiar, but not to that extent. Not telling you what I did, but it sure feels good. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3:&lt;br /&gt;Sit down in a quiet and secluded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then phase out into a fantasy world of your own. Where you can do anything you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as.. shoving shit into the mouth of that pervert who keeps staring at your ass ( this applies to guys too. ), imagining you using an umbrella and slowly stabbing that idiot you don't like to death, then drink his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's why sit down in a quiet place. You might suddenly start smiling to yourself and say 'Kill you kill you kill you'. People will run away if they see you, then you have nobody to stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 4:&lt;br /&gt;Hire yourself out as a terminator. If you do so, contact me. I have lots of cats here in Cendana for you to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at it, please clean up their shit. They are on every floor. 5th floor for penguin's sake. Ever seen a cat that goes way up to the 5th floor just to SHIT??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 5:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing violent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stressed cause of monetary problems? Here's how to feel rich and happy, and not be rich. A cheap way to destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the toilet carrying maybe 10 RM1 notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the money to wipe your ass. Instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 6:&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stressed cause of monetary problems? Here's how to feel rich and happy, and be very much poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out with your credit card. Buy every single imaginable thing that you might remotely have need of. Swipe your card with every purchase ( anything above 1 cent ). Swipe your card until it melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go report card missing. And act very pissed when dealing with police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bank calls, act innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way until you land up in jail bankrupt. Hey at least you felt good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 7:&lt;br /&gt;They say eating chocolates help. I say bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating things that you don't like might well work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge yourself to eat that piece of week old tough and rubbery mutton. Tell yourself you can detoxify your body once you eat it. Take it as a challenge. Make sure you eat all of it. When you are done, you might actually feel good about it. At least you have done something nuts in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 8:&lt;br /&gt;This is a very fun one. Go snap of a tree branch with a lot of tiny branches ( sorry tree ). The more tiny branches the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook up all your underwear on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then run across town waving it like some flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you can run faster than a policeman's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 9:&lt;br /&gt;Go to your bank, and deposit money into Professor Leslie's account. You will instantly reduce MY stress. Then call me to thank me. I will say 'No Problem'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 10:&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a decent one. Read this post again, and think that, actually in this world, there are people who are more stressed than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what? LAUGH AT THEM LAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember : Laughter the best medicine. Conscience = stress. So no conscience = no stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a community mesage by Professor Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother making police reports. The police are my neighbour. Their hostel and station is right next to my hostel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-820949069775933626?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/820949069775933626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=820949069775933626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/820949069775933626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/820949069775933626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-release-stress.html' title='How to release stress'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-5951300160162475525</id><published>2007-09-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:58:55.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah</title><content type='html'>Damn long never update, I am still alive ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I seem to have nothing to update, what with me announcing I shall not blog of INTEC, and 99% of my time is spent in INTEC -__-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a post to show that I am alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the OST for Fate/Stay Night. Yep, they are definitely better than Elfen Lied's. Me likey! The OST CD is RM60 O_o I shall go into greater details when I am actually hardworking enough to do it -_- My copy is all in Japanese titles, while the listing is all in English titles. Somehow have to match the titles, fortunately they are arranged in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;( I learned that 'Ou' in Japanese means 'king'. Sounds like being a king is kind of painful eh? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall proceed to elaborate on the hilarity of BP vendors selling 'original' DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Summit, a local shopping complex, and I visited several CD/DVD shops just to check out F/sn original DVD's price and ogle at them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st shop I visited, they are selling it for RM19.90. Hmm.. wtf? Why so cheap one? ( I even saw Elfen Lied selling for RM19.90 )&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd shop I visited, they are selling it for RM24.90. The cover looks different somehow, but why still so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd shop I visited, they are selling it for RM39.90. I would say this is probably the genuine one, but the differences in prices made me lose confidence. Again, the cover was different from the above two shops. Why does one anime have so many different covers???&lt;br /&gt;The 4th shop I visited sells it for RM59.90. WHY DOES ALL THE SHOPS HAVE DIFFERENT PRICES???? ( and different covers too! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I visited a shop in KL, which I am pretty confident is the real stuff. RM79.90. And it actually comes in a box. I kind of forgot it will come in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the shops in BP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum had recently been said to have dengue. Somehow her blood count is above 80, probably a mild case. But thankfully she seems fine. And she seems happy that she has lost a few kgs because of it -_-" Well the important thing is she is healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, on the other hand, is gaining a lot of weight. He gained 10 kgs O_O Well after his surgery he weighed some 50+ only ( lost terribly a lot ). Now he seems more cheerful and more talkative, having gained back some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the trip to Singapore. Bet my little niece is driving her mum nuts now. I am so going to love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice ye scholar holders! Garmen wants to increase our 'salary'! Next year we can eat better stuff, if we ever have access. All I had been able to eat was in a single mamak stall near my hostel. So sick of that mamak, and the workers have this bloody attitude that makes me want to kick their balls. Blehhhh~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-5951300160162475525?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/5951300160162475525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=5951300160162475525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5951300160162475525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5951300160162475525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/09/wah.html' title='Wah'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2910181962956033259</id><published>2007-08-23T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate Stay Night</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, just hasn't been in the best of mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been spending the midnights watching anime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah the things needed to get me normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching... Fate/Stay Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rs1aLcDfBZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2Ya9Q6eEMKs/s1600-h/Fate+Stay+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rs1aLcDfBZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2Ya9Q6eEMKs/s320/Fate+Stay+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101833105436509586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is a review post about the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give it a 4.5/5.0. I still like Elfen Lied better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the soundtracks, F/sn has a better compilation, in my opinion. For Elfen Lied, the only memorable songs were 'Lilium' (many versions) and 'Neji' (which sounds a little creepy). Still trying to get my hands on F/sn OST, I swear I'll buy all of them when I have the money. But for now, I just have to rely on other sources to satisfy the need. Not sure about the titles of the soundtracks yet, but La Sola definitely leaves an impression in you. Yeah I know, I love those kind of songs, ethereal kind of peaceful yet with a tinge of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rs1bGsDfBaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhJanbm6zhI/s1600-h/Saber..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rs1bGsDfBaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhJanbm6zhI/s320/Saber..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101834123343758754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although why Japanese likes to put girls as the main characters, I will never know. But hey, who's complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is the main character in F/sn. I like her dress and battlesuit the most. Remove the armor, and you get a really nice looking dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For info about the anime and yet still be spoiler free, go search Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can tell you is, the ending definitely wraps things up nicely. Can't divulge much more. Elfen Lied's ending is much more tantalizing as it offers a hanging conclusion and yet still be an excellent conclusion ( which is a stroke of genius ). As for F/SN, its conclusion is definite, and leaves a bittersweet aftertaste. Go watch yourself if you happen to be curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, this is second only to Elfen Lied. A must-watch alongside EL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I dread going back to INTEC. I demand my life back, or whatever there was anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2910181962956033259?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2910181962956033259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2910181962956033259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2910181962956033259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2910181962956033259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/08/fate-stay-night.html' title='Fate Stay Night'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rs1aLcDfBZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2Ya9Q6eEMKs/s72-c/Fate+Stay+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-5956182396390079655</id><published>2007-08-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:40:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update whooo!</title><content type='html'>One thing about INTEC is, its weird to find normal people. This is seriously a nest for social insecured people to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all kinds of weird people here, ranging from :&lt;br /&gt;1) People who are sex obsessed&lt;br /&gt;2) People who are antisocial&lt;br /&gt;3) People who are oversocial&lt;br /&gt;4) People who study too much until they look like zombies&lt;br /&gt;5) And people like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to blog about, yet when I log in, its all blank. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall mention briefly about Rush Hour 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story sucked big time, the girls are quite pretty but not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jokes are all about subtle criticisms of US the A, or else its all about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex jokes are, Jackie Chan the nice guy who's already 50+ and still a fucking virgin, and Chris Tucker keeps trying to.. well not being gay but trying to get nice Mr Inspector Lee to get laid by some hot chick. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate it somewhere around 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started an offline journal because of withdrawal symptoms due to lack of blogging. And now I find that an offline journal is even better even if the only reader is me. I can criticize everyone there and nobody will find out. BUAHAHHAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the problem is, I don't know how to update my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty hectic. Yeah right, busy sleeping is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's plentiful of assignments to be done. If each assignments earns me 10 bucks, I would be a hundredaire now. Oh wait I already am. But well, you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for a brief ( brief as in short, not as in underwear ) update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one word of advice for you people, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember in your life. Whoever you are, whatever profession, how many children or how often you have sex, remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie is never wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-5956182396390079655?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/5956182396390079655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=5956182396390079655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5956182396390079655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5956182396390079655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-whooo.html' title='Update whooo!'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3376907813773222397</id><published>2007-07-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:31:13.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo</title><content type='html'>Many things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Harry Potter with Zhi Wei ( sounds gay but we're not, half the conversation we had for the past couple of days were of hot chicks, hot legs and fat people that goes boinkboinkboink as well as kicking young people like football ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix - DA MOVIE! Sounds much more impressive when said that way, but it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 nonsensical things on why you should not watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.First of all, Dementors weren't scary. Rowling could write better than they can film.&lt;br /&gt;2.Daniel Radcliffe is beginning to show his muscles. Damnit, Harry Potter is a snivelling 90 pound weakling, not one who looks like he can trash Dudley the pig anyday!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.I still don't think Katie Leung is hot. Emma Watson looks better. But that Luna Lovegood looks quite cute, she has a sweet voice ( and sweet hair zhi wei says )&lt;br /&gt;4. At least Rupert Grint still looks like the loser Ronald Weasley is.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sirius Hitam's death wasn't dramatic enough.&lt;br /&gt;6. First half was really boring, second half wasn't made exciting enough.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ginny seriously has no script. I keep forgetting who she is, but she's there.&lt;br /&gt;8. Style has changed. Dementors are naked, and the fire communication thingy? Sirius lost his head.&lt;br /&gt;9. At least Helena Bornham Carter is the right person. I liked her. She's really good at acting all crazy. ( Fight Club )&lt;br /&gt;10. Order of Phoenix wasn't given much focus. Zhi Wei says the film doesn't really focus on any character, I say the film itself doesn't focus on anything. Its like they just want to get things done, like 'Alright the introduction is over lets get to the good part. Harry now go fucking kiss Cho'.. ok maybe not. The kissing scene was horrible. Shows that he can't kiss :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall score : 5.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why quite low? Because the one thing they did is assume everyone already knows everything when they are watching, therefore not much explanation can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, WHO THE FUCK ARE THE AURORS? Dumby just suddenly mentioned them when he confronted Tom the Marvo the Lo Riddle a.k.a. Vol the Mort a.k.a He-who-must-not-be-the-named. Out of the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially an uncle! My bro has just got his new firstborn baby daughter! Her name is Jezelle. Don't ask me the pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shalt not blog of INTEC. Because when I start, I am only going to put myself at risk that some students might come across what i write. Dangerous stuff you know. Like how we have potential V.Tech-shooter student-wannabes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I blog about Transformies and Die Hard 4.0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief review about them then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformies - Action packed, brutal, mechanical, hot slender woman, beautiful cars, WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO ATTRACT ANY NORMAL GUY????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard - As the name suggest, Bruce Willis certainly goes beyond dying hard. He is practically invulnerable. All that physical abuse inflicted on his, then the verbal abuse, then all that action and bla, he still survives. And that terrorist fellow got killed when a bullet shot through Brucey? That fellow would probably star in a film called 'Die Easy'. Brucey could take that shot, but he could not take a shielded shot. HAHAHAH! What I am trying to say is, its slightly exaggerated. But hey, its worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I shall flame local films without having watched them. ( What else, titles lar!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is Cinta'. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF TITLE IS THAT!???????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about..&lt;br /&gt;"Shit is Tahi", followed by a sequel "Excrete is also Tahi", then a trilogy ending 'Feces and others ALSO TAHI!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the story, can't flame it. But I sure can flame the lack of creativity in the titles. 'ZOMBI KAMPUNG PISANG!!!' woo scary. The name automatically turns it into a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailers for Rush Hour 3 looks promising. I definitely want to watch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, all these Idol shit is getting out of hand. First came the American Idols. It was well received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we here in Bolehland, being the suckers we are, begin to implement that in EVERYTHING! High School Idol, Malaysia Idol, Fucking Idol this, fucking Idol that, fuck everything idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Summit Batu Pahat today there was a 'SUMMIT IDOL' wah damn impressed. Which explains all the lala girls and lala guys coming out in full force, while me and zhi wei going round and round muttering 'fashion disaster, fashion disaster *sighs*'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must everyone stick to this Idol idea? I mean fuck it, be original! You tell us not to support piracy, but copying is not exactly sticking to originals is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Professor Leslie, in the cinemas, as they were advertising Malaysia's 50th year of independence before the movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am feeling damn patriotic now, I am watching a movie from the West."&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei : "hah wtf!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. The next time I might actually update is around the 10th August, that's when my next trip back to BP will be. Or I might update if i can find internet the access in Shah Alam ( seriously, the college blocks everything and monitor you closely, the nearby cyber cafe is Muslim run, and they paste all over the premise that you are being monitored when you surf the net. Talk about invasion of privacy. And there are no Starbucks nearby. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3376907813773222397?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3376907813773222397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3376907813773222397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3376907813773222397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3376907813773222397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/07/wohoo.html' title='Wohoo'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7187370217374499620</id><published>2007-07-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:35:46.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I am going nuts. My mum changed hairstyle, and I could not recognize her. Today, after going home from Summit, ( my sister came back ), here's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *turn to dad* Hi Dad, *turn to sis* Hi sis, *turn to mum*.. Uh.. Aunty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : BWAHAHHAAHHAHAHAhAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I survived that. So I shall briefly mention about the first week in INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostels provided are good actually. Its very spacious and in considerably good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week was orientation week, so naturally I always felt it was slightly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone wanting to find me, my place is in Cendana College, Shah Alam Section 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have no complaints about the college itself, nor the hostel. I am happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, Shah Alam weather proved to be crazy. I did not sleep at all the first night there. I bathed cold water, and two steps out of the bathroom and I was already sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some seriously uneasy sleep that could not be called sleep for only one hour to two hours, I woke up as sticky as super glue because of the excess sweat, and I was seriously dehydrated and my lips were cracking. I even slept on the floor because the fan did not reach my bed, which left some sweat marks on the floor, which would resemble a police murder scene if it was blood instead of sweat. That's how bad it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PRACTICALLY MELTED THERE YOU KNOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping on the floor for the entire week, and probably would for the entire year there. Oh well, never been particular about the height from the floor, as long as I have something decent under my back while I sleep, and cool enough. Fuck the weather, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing I noticed in INTEC, everyone's a scholar. Haha, if you think schooldays are stressful, wait till you get to INTEC. Everyone's a top student there. Its nuts I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, a couple of homies and myself from Batu Pahat are among the naughtiest one there. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing up some issues about the soundtracks from Elfen Lied which I mentioned in previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the saint version of Lilium is an extended version, but its not. Opening version of Lilium and Lilium extended version is sang by the lady ( Kumiko Noma) in a soprano style. Saint version is sang by guys in a Gregorian chant style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all rock anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilium opening version - 1 minutes 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lilium extended version - 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Lilium saint version - 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Lilium final extended edition ( only in original soundtrack I think ) - 5 minutes and half ( 13MB!! )&lt;br /&gt;Lilium musical box edition - 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now trying to get my hands on another anime. Its called 'Strawberry Panic', from what I found out from the net, its seems to be quite good and hugely popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, it seems to be about lesbian love romance stuff. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems interesting enough, might watch it for the heck of it, since I keep getting told that Year 11 for AUSMAT is simple enough that I can relax this half year. Well, I don't intend to fail and relax THAT much, haha don't worry about me. I will get my homework done before I do all these funny stuff alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this song from Strawberry Panic Original Soundtrack, 'Hitori Setsunaku'. Its in piano, no singing, only 1 minute long, but its soft and relaxing. Quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi Greneby's a great source for good animes. Just wait till she uploads her movie for 'Lilium' in Newgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out Elfen Lied from Emi's Lilium, and subsequently of Strawberry Panic from her flash movie 'Lilium - teaser'. Damnit, she can really draw. Her drawings really makes you feel like wishing that you can draw half as good as her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to watch her flash movies, go to Newgrounds and search under 'Lilium'. You'll get it, the first version is sort of a slideshow thingy, and the teaser is a good flash movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the best flash artist out there ( Newgrounds, its probably the largest flash based site anyway ) is the chluaid, or Adam Philips. His drawings are really good, and his movies are all in the top 50 of all times. Go check out his work if you want, they are 'The Yuyu', "Bitey of Brackenwood", "Prowlies at the River"and "Littlefoot' for the Brackenwood series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough advertising for Newgrounds, I should get paid for this. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a shock when I came back from Shah Alam. There's no bus ticket back to Kuala Lumpur on Sunday! KKKL, Transnasional, Cepat Express, Orchid express, and all the others are all sold out, and they run many buses to KL in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? Hasry express seems to have many spaces in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bas ke KL hari Ahad ada?&lt;br /&gt;H.C.G ( Hasry Counter Girl ) : Ada 8.00am dan 9.30am sahaja&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Oh shit, lucky* Pukul 9.30 ada berapa tempat? ( There's 6 of us btw )&lt;br /&gt;H.C.G : *checks file* Eh banyak lar..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok saya nak 6 ticket.&lt;br /&gt;H.C.G : *checks file* Eh sorry tak cukup, hanya ada 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! BANYAK IS 5?????????? HOW THE FUCK IS 5 CONSIDERED BANYAK?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice, bought the 8am bus. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think about it, why is everyone else all sold out except for Hasry? Explains something about the quality of the ride already eh :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7187370217374499620?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7187370217374499620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7187370217374499620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7187370217374499620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7187370217374499620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/07/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7896624618876384437</id><published>2007-06-30T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:10:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of CGIs and Animes</title><content type='html'>Alright, this is a review post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is Transformers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome, with excellent stunts and special effects. I'll cut things short, definitely a must watch. Especially loved the part where they tried to humour the audience with giant robots trying to look small. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small question for you to ponder on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Allspark sends radiation to any mechanical object, it becomes a transformer. That's what is told in the story. So people, beware of your Nokia phones. They have a gun inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, beware of vending machines. They might suddenly transform into a Transformer that shoots coke cans as projectiles from their cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Ever wondered where the weapons from these Earth-made transformers came from? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animayshiun! Animayshiun!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching two animes lately, namely 'Love Hina' and 'Elfen Lied'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Hina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Hina is a kind of romance story with loads of slapstick humour. It is also a rather weird and totally random anime where everything unimaginable becomes imaginable. Such as.. flying turtles that go 'meow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its also a 'should watch' as its really an eye candy to the audience. But beware though, thought the actual anime does offer some mild soft hentai ( anime pornography ), its not exactly really explicit and meant more towards humour ( such as the guy often accidentally stumbles into the girls bathroom without realizing it, and get the crap beaten out of him. ) Not for extra conservative people ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know, the manga is extremely explicit. So I would avoid it. And it costs RM32 per book for English edition. Even the price is explicit. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Harem comedy ( one guy, lots of girls, one house, lots of romance. You get it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Episodes : 24 + 1 episodes, 1 Christmas special, 1 Spring special and 3 Love Hina Again! episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.1&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In German it literally translates into 'Elf Song', this is a really really MUST MUST WATCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is a dark themed anime. There's extremely lots of blood and gore, and nudity that is not explicit. More towards like.. a scientific experiment with human, and they're usually girls. So you understand um.. the speciment is tied up naked and sort of stuff like that. Not explicit to me anyway, but if you really get turned on by those, you should see a psychiatrist for extreme obscene sexual thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning again : Lots of blood and gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening theme is very nice. Based on German Church and sort of prayer like, the singer sounds almost ethereal and, well, I like the music box of 'Lilium' very very much. If you want to listen to it, check up on Youtube, type it under 'Lilium' and listen to the 'Saint version'. The 'Saint Version' is the full version of about 3 minutes long, and the normal 'Lilium' is only 1 and a half minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music box version of 'Lilium' is nice though! Its so... calming and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is a thought provoking anime, one that really makes you wonder about cruelty in conducting experiments on lifeforms. Watch it if you want, but you have been warned. I couldn't get enough of it, kind of short at 13+1 episodes for an anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they are not published in English manga. I would buy if even if its RM32 -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did hear the manga was seriously lacking compared to the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Dark, psychological, blood and gore, with a tinge of romance. Overall, I would say a BEAUTIFUL story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total episodes : 13+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For both animes, the stories in the manga and the anime actually differed slightly. The plot's been changed, but the animes are good. As for mangas, I have checked around the net, everyone says that for Love Hina the climax is much more satisfactory, but for Elfen Lied it does offer much explanation though is slightly anticlimatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding the Love Hina manga lest I get mistaken for a sex maniac :P ( its THAT explicit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I will be going to KL later this morning. Registration for INTEC is going to be on Sunday. Then I will start my AUSMAT course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* Well, hope I do well to get into New Zealand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7896624618876384437?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7896624618876384437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7896624618876384437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7896624618876384437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7896624618876384437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-cgis-and-animes.html' title='Of CGIs and Animes'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1889012870174633341</id><published>2007-06-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:04:11.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>This post featured shall be an interesting post on interesting quotations for interesting people by interesting Professor Leslie and other interesting personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start off a few quotes that you can quote from me, and then I shall make up many many more quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, hazardous to your mental health, but otherwise makes you a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)"And so the short and fat thumb looks at the tall, slim and slender middle finger and says,"&lt;br /&gt;'At least when I am pointed up, the hand sign means Good! And when you're pointed up, it means 'DICK!'" - Professor Leslie, addressing the issue of inequalities in the world to Aimee. Similiarly it can be used to comfort (wo)men who are depressed about their weight and are jealous of those tall, slim and slender models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)"Damn it!" - An ant on Professor Leslie's table, after it was squashed mercilessly with a rampaging eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)"There's something wrong with all the peanut butter in the world, I bet its witches work!" - Anthony Mosse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)"Takes one day to change a person, and one millenia to make him/her realize he/she has changed. And when you actually convinced him/her that he/she has changed, he/she changes again." - Professor Leslie, blabbering mindlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)"All it takes is one prod for your entire grand project to collapse.." - Professor Leslie acting sadistic against himself when he was building a tall tower made out of Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)"Confucius is confused!" - Anthony Mosse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Isaac Newton did not say 'Gravity!' when the apple hit his head. More likely 'Ouch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)"Money can't buy anything, but without money you can't buy a thing!" - Chinese saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)"No sex?" - Professor Leslie, in any nonchalant question that has nothing to do with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)To people who said that pornography is a form of art, why don't you paint pandas having intercourse? - In relation to the not-so-recent panda-porn method to get the Chinese pandas to do captive breeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)"Up until now, I always thought God Almighty was without any failures. Until I saw him/her.." - Professor Leslie, commenting on people who like to act like fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)"Kut-ca-let, Kut-ca-let, BRITNEY SPEARS!!" - Span Miux Seluar Segi Empat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)"They all fucker &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de!&lt;/span&gt;" - Christopher Kek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)"EXPLODE!" - Lee Zhi Wei, practically everytime he is asked a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)"Eeeeee so damn cute/nice/whateveradjective" - Sim Bee Bee. Special emphasis on the word 'Damn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 interesting quotes. Feel free to quote those by Professor Leslie or Anthony Mosse, others please seek permission first from relevant parties ok? And do put a credit to whomever you are quoting. Don't make it into your own quote!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : Any truth or coincidental saying is merely coincidental and accidental and unintentional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1889012870174633341?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1889012870174633341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1889012870174633341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1889012870174633341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1889012870174633341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-209859203865267602</id><published>2007-06-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:59:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Update</title><content type='html'>I just don't have any nice and fancy topics ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie shall discuss about overall happiness and health today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie has read in Reader's Digest, January 2007 edition that eccentrics are generally happier people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dictionary.com ( my browser's cranking up on me like it has ED. I am using Internet Explorer to update. Sabrina helped me find the actual description for the word )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccentric means&lt;br /&gt;6. a person who has an unusual, peculiar, or odd personality, set of beliefs, or behavior pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Professor Leslie's words, someone who doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, its been proven that NOT making sense actually helps make you happier! NOT making sense has the same effects as chocolates! Which makes sense because eating chocolates are NOT making any sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is a community message by Professor Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to make sense. But you find it difficult to NOT make sense. And do you know that a lot of jokes that are damn funny don't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you might feel self conscious to make sense all the time. But let me tell you this, making sense does not make sense. Our earliest ancestors bonk each other on the head with a hard and heavy item as greeting. You think they are uncivilized? They think you full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore making sense is extremely subjective. When everyone in the world starts to NOT make sense, the world will be a happier place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, start a simple goal to NOT make sense at least once everyday! It lowers your blood pressure, promotes health and overcomes Erectile Dysfunction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few suggestion of how to NOT make sense and have people scrambling to take your temperature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) Start your day feeling senseless! Get down the stairs and see your mother preparing breakfast, rush towards her and give her a hug, then turn back and say "MUM YOU SCARE THE BEJABBERAHSKDsalSAE OUT OF ME!! I LOVE YOU MUM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ) Go out in the streets, grab a hose and spray the person in front of you. Then smile and say 'Happy new day!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) Buy a ktm ticket and throw it in the tracks then get arrested and laugh it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ) Cry because there's a plate of roasted chicken on your dinner table. Lament and overdramatize on how the chicken could have led a happier life filled with hens and lots of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Say hi and hug your tree everyday ( hey this actually is true you know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ) Get downstairs, see you father who is reading the newspaper, snatch the newspaper from him and give him a kiss on his cheek then slam the newspaper back in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ) And of course, run around naked in your own room. Take a video and send it to me. I mentioned this in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but 7 simple ways to NOT make sense. An unwritten, but now written way is to type a blog post such as this that does NOT make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I feel happier already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-209859203865267602?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/209859203865267602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=209859203865267602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/209859203865267602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/209859203865267602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-update.html' title='New Update'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6664945042987543710</id><published>2007-06-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:20:21.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie reviews</title><content type='html'>Considering the fact that I have been watching wayy lots of movies recently, I shall name a few and write about why you should not watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up! ( Note, no pictures. Lazy find )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pianist&lt;/span&gt; - Heard of it, sounded interesting, downloaded it, watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : Very good. They made a good portray of the suffering during the Holocaust. But damn the torrent version, it came without subtitles. Screw! How the heck am I supposed to understand what the Germans were blabbering when I don't know any German vocab beyond 'Oui oui!'? It was a good movie that makes you rethink about why discriminations happen. Throughout the entire movie, you can see the Jews swearing and hoping that the German's ass would be kicked by the UN in WW2, but in fact the Jews were getting their ass kicked. However, despite the hate and shit, there are still kind souls among the Germans. I shalt not elaborate for fear of spoilers, watch it then you know. But get one with subtitles -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragonheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : Good. I always fancied dragons, and my Chinese zodiac is of the dragon. In this movie, you come to realize that even great ones make mistakes. And how a single catastrophic mistake can change a man to be the exact opposite of what he was. It also tells of the bloodlust of men granted power, and how sacrifices are to be made at times to overcome a problem. Touching, this movie makes you look at the skies for stars at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reign of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : So-so.. This movie tells about how excavations in the centre of London awoke dragons sleeping underneath, and then proceeded to terrorize and scorch the Earth for the next 20 years, eating humans and burning everything in their paths. That was what was meant as the reign of fire, since the dragons have two glands that secrete chemicals to produce nitro-napalm, in general terms breathing fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 2.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of The Carribean 3 : At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : Ok. I always enjoyed the PoTC movies, of course one of the reasons being Keira Knightley ( damn she looks skinny ). Alright, on to the review. I always thought the first one was the best, since the 2nd one was mostly about a Kraken monster eating everyone up. I always wondered why the cruel Lord Beckett never met that beast in the open sea, but well, question not the movie producers. Anyway, the 3rd one continues from the 2nd movie ( Dead man's chest ). A few twists here and there.. hmm hmm.. Chow Yunn Fatt's acting wasn't impressive. Somewhat disappointed. Calypso was a piece of shit. Davy Jones was cool. Jack Sparrow as usual was funny and somewhat immortal. Undead Monkeys in cannons was a good idea, figurines in cannons sound stupid. And there doesn't seem to be much sequence from the 1st movie to the 2nd, but there is an obvious sequence from the 2nd to the 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 3.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : Ok. I don't know why is everyone so crazy about this. King Arthur, Sir Lancelot the Asshole, Merlin the stupid wizard, and the usual characters. Wasn't exactly impressive, what with the overused jokes. I liked the Puss in Boots though. And the idea of soul-switching is soooo original. Whats it with movie producers and soul switching? The general idea is that when two totally opposite people switch souls and characters they can produce hilarious results. Yes, that worked the first 2 times. After that, its all very predictable. But well, this movie made me laugh. I give it at least that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : Can't say much since I haven't watched the 2nd one and rather vague memory of the first one. But all in all, Venom's cool. Sandman seemed indestructible, and his daughter's plight was not resolved. Some predictable and corny plot. Best friends turn foe, try to kill each other, then realize mistake, helps friend and dies in the process. Other than that the only other annoying thing was the repeated scenes of 'helpless maidens' hanging from a great height and a lot of screaming. Rather good actions, and basically tells you what not to do with a troubled girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score : 4.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for : Rush Hour 3, Transformers, and Fantastic Four ( I haven't watched the first.. &gt;.&lt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-6664945042987543710?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6664945042987543710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6664945042987543710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6664945042987543710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6664945042987543710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie reviews'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4690994265734963963</id><published>2007-06-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:42.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health</title><content type='html'>Today Professor Leslie shall discuss about health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, health plays a vital role in a penguin's life. And well, maybe a human's too. But which human cares anyway, as long as his/her sex health is healthy enough, everything else can go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to an interesting topic. Professor Leslie shall elaborate on mental health. To be more specific, its not health related actually, but an interesting behaviour that will lead to a health problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ2LIJM6zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xfiiq6JQRKQ/s1600-h/x-Madagascar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ2LIJM6zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xfiiq6JQRKQ/s320/x-Madagascar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072238645118561074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observe ( yes more penguins ). I call it the Football syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much observation, namely two subjects I made observations on ( no not lab mice, nor penguins, they are Christopher and Zhi Wei , I conclude that fans of football all suffer from this syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when they are playing the football game 'FIFA whateveryear', they get some kind of hormonal arousal that makes them high. And when they score against an opposing team, that's their hand signal. Both hands up. With a cheeky face that you want to slap the bloody shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in what way is this related to health? Honestly I am not sure either. My hypothesis is that, when they do this hand signal, they get a sudden surge of blood to the brain. The hormones produced ( I said before, they get hormone arousal when they play FIFA ) make the blood hormone rich, and this in turn makes them high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this is that, it releases stress and probably make them a healthier individual as they are generally happier. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad side is that, the extra surge of blood to the brain might make them smarter. That's one. The other downside is that they might suffer blood deprivation to the lower parts of the body, particularly the symmetrical line waist down. This could cause the dreaded 'flacid tentacle' that men fear most, especially old lecherous men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion? Congratulations you just spent 12398112642 seconds of your life reading something totally unfounded and stupid. I bet that makes you healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;On to another observation about health of mine. This is not exactly unfounded. But it is unproven... so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that people who think too much tend to have white hair or are balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an interesting example, I have chosen Albert Einstein and Sir Isaac Newton. Of course, your physics teacher probably applies under this law too. Unless he's a fresh graduate. Visit him in 10 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ4yIJM60I/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4x8F-_I-7o/s1600-h/albert-einstein-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ4yIJM60I/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4x8F-_I-7o/s320/albert-einstein-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072241514156714818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture you see is the world famous scientist Albert Einstein. He was the one who is credited the creation of the nuclear bomb. Now, we all know that nuclear scientists really think a lot. That is a pure assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ45oJM61I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SzkXpki0-oE/s1600-h/newton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ45oJM61I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SzkXpki0-oE/s320/newton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072241643005733714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Isaac Newton and his lustrous locks of WHITE hair. If you try to tell me that Sir Isaac Newton actually has blonde or whatever colour, I will act like an asshole and tell you that he was wearing a wig because you would be proving that I am wrong. Professor Leslie never wrong, therefore I am always right. In that way you are wrong when you prove that I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough babbling. Sir Isaac Newton realized the existence of gravity when an apple hit his head. I can conclude from here that he thinks too much, therefore leading to the discovery of the gravity factor in Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, any normal individual struck by an apple on the head would probably go&lt;br /&gt;"Knn CCB! Blardy farking tree want play is it? *kicks tree* Lim Peh eat all your fruit and shave you bald then you know!!! Niahma eh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sir Isaac Newton went 'Hey, why didn't the apply drop upwards?'. Hence, his white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you try and tell me balding old men don't think too much, you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balding old men do think too much. ( Exclude scientists and professionals in this category, they have too much to think about already ). Balding old men you normally come across in the coffeeshop thinks too much about sex. Yes you heard me. Thinking too much about sex can cause you to be bald/have white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see? I am right eh, you just realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your hair health, don't think at all! I promise you Rapunzel will be jealous of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : The above post is meant for entertainment as usual. Huge fans of any of the characters mentioned above, please do take it as a joke ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate their contribution. Now lets go shoot someone and blow everything up. Thanks Albert! ( Ok that was a very sick and bad joke -__-" )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4690994265734963963?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4690994265734963963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4690994265734963963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4690994265734963963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4690994265734963963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RmQ2LIJM6zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xfiiq6JQRKQ/s72-c/x-Madagascar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-72970800794350432</id><published>2007-06-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:18:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdoes</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie shall discuss about an interesting topic here, which might most probably apply to many of you out there, or will apply to in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living a month here in Subang, I find I have very very weird housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so? I shall summarize it in a few words then explain with many many words ( ok that was rather redundant )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing. Sun up, all gone, sun down, all out.&lt;br /&gt;Second thing. They can't tell the difference between a kitchen sink and a dustbin&lt;br /&gt;Third thing. They use the toilet in a very disturbing way.&lt;br /&gt;And other miscellaneous weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun up, all gone, sun down all out. What the hell did I mean? You see, broad daylight time, they are all mysteriously gone. I mean, gone. Their room doors are locked. Lights are off. Windows shut. Either they went out, or they seriously are sleeping the day away. Its 3pm now. And its like I just described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night? All doors are open. All lights are on. And the guys are laughing like horny ah bengs and swearing and chattering in Cantonese, but they sound like monkeys and not the rather funny dialect. I was up reading until 3am last night. And they sounded like its 3pm for them. Now its actually 3pm, it sounds like 3am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? The guys here don't look like they are studying. Whenever you see them, they are watching some 1000 year old chinese drama on their laptops. The girls are constantly studying. Don't tell me they went for college in the morning. I did not see a single one of them go out. Unless they went out at 4am -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing. They use the sink as a trash bin. Attract all the ants around. Ma fuckers. Don't even have the sense to pool money and buy a proper trash bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing. There's this guy who wakes up at 7am everyday without fail. He will then proceed to the toilet. 7am you know. And he stays in there. and stays in there. Until 7.45am. Not a single sound. If he's constipated everyday, or god forbid he masturbates everyday, its not the proper time man -_- I had to forego my morning baths ( though usually is because its too cold for me xD Suddenly I find I fear cold after coming back from NS. Give me back my layer of fat man. Ah never mind then ). Anyway, after he comes out from the toilet, he goes into the room, slams it and that's the end of it. You don't see him coming out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny people do funny things. Weird people do weird things. Stupid people say stupid things ( because they are too stupid to do stupid things ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After due consideration, Professor Leslie has decided and concluded by his own opinion that these people are weirdoes suffering from inferiority complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to go out and live alone, away from their parents or be called 'Mama's boy that hides behind mama's skirts'. They want to be called 'Girl's boy that hides under the girls' skirts'. Go find out yourself what i meant :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they want to have a life of their own. But sadly they no skill to keep their time occupied. So they turn nocturnal, masturbates every morning and mistakes the sink as the trash bin ( probably the trash bin they are used to seeing is the same colour as the sink ). They can't cook, the smell testifies that. BURNT smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Professor Leslie has thought of a solution to cure their syndromes. They should start eating potatoes, and bamboos with peanut butter and worship the Great Guin and the Polarized Panda while begging for forgiveness. Then they should just whack themselves in the head and jump off from the roof while yelling 'AKREEEGAAAAAAAYEEEGAAAAAAA!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stressed? Professor Leslie has a sure way of curing your pent up emotions and vent your frustrations and release your stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Alright let Professor Leslie explain step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you need first :&lt;br /&gt;1 ) Your own room. Make sure there is nobody else in the room when you do this.&lt;br /&gt;2 ) Maybe a big stuffed toy ( no penguins or pandas allowed )&lt;br /&gt;3 ) Better yet, make sure there's nobody in your own house nor in your neighbouor's house first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not asking you to sexually abuse the stuffed toy you sick pervert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First take off your clothes, maybe leave your undergarments on if you like. Remember you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run around yelling like a mad freak in your room, and take the big stuffed toy, imagine it to be someone or something you hate. Its your football now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream 'AYEEEGAAAKREEGAAAYEEGAAAAA!!!' at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this for about 15-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarantee you feel much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an added bonus, make a video of yourself doing that. Watch it after the said duration. Then swear 'OMG WTF BBQ I DID THAT?' and then eat peanut butter. Remember to put on your clothes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an even greater added bonus, send that video to me. Then I will go 'OMG WTF BBQ THAT IS 'whoeveryouare'?' Then I will make an interesting conclusion like 'Hmm, he/she needs help. I shall post it in my blog.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the added bonuses are optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another community message from Professor Leslie to help overcome stress syndrome sucks ( SSS ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Professor Leslie never wrong. I am always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-72970800794350432?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/72970800794350432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=72970800794350432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/72970800794350432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/72970800794350432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/06/weirdoes.html' title='Weirdoes'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-838931916478227486</id><published>2007-05-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:17:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah I want to swear</title><content type='html'>I am being Cantonese-ed. I mean seriously, my cantonese still suck like fuck, but I am beginning to get used to the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in BP, I was at a coffee shop, when an old lady came and take our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ai Lim simik?" ---&gt; ( Hokkien for 'Want drink what?' )&lt;br /&gt;"Yao meh sui?" ---&gt; ( I asked. Cantonese for 'Got what drinks?' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady : '_'&lt;br /&gt;Old lady : -_-&lt;br /&gt;Old lady : '_'????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is seriously going. It is crashing every 1-40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just bought a new wireless optical mouse for my laptop. Funny thing is, it costs RM50. Ok that's not funny. Funnier thing is, it runs on AA batteries. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely fucked. Apparently I just realized one thing. With friendster merging stupid comments and stupid testimonials as one feature.. I am getting 'cut-copy-paste-' testimonials/comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, the agony of watching camwhorers posting me testimonials that read 'With this testimonial, I send you my love, friendship forever ^^ :P :D ;) '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say FUCK YOU! Friendship forever? Fuck we hardly talk online/reality! Fuck we hardly meet anymore/NEVER MEET BEFORE. Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called a senior about INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his description, its sounds more like a non-military education-based national service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get a bed, a locker and a table, and share the apartment-dorm like room with 5 other people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Its a half day walk to the nearest KTM from there. And I hate buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei tagged me with some stupid thing. I suppose I am free enough to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things found in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smelly smell&lt;br /&gt;2. Looky look&lt;br /&gt;3. Heary hear&lt;br /&gt;4. Tasty taste&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. feely feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That answer your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things found in your purse/wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money&lt;br /&gt;2. My Pictures&lt;br /&gt;3. No Money&lt;br /&gt;4. My cards&lt;br /&gt;5. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Favourite things in your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Big Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Thick Bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Big Blanket&lt;br /&gt;4. Thick Blanket&lt;br /&gt;5. Lots of hot women in bikinis lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Types of humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who worship me&lt;br /&gt;2. Those who do not worship me&lt;br /&gt;3. Those that eat potatoes&lt;br /&gt;4. Those that do not eat potatoes&lt;br /&gt;5. Those that looks like pandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things you've always wanted to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Play&lt;br /&gt;4. Shit&lt;br /&gt;5. Fuck around like an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things you're currently into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Into water&lt;br /&gt;2. Toilet&lt;br /&gt;3. Penguins&lt;br /&gt;4. Pandas&lt;br /&gt;5. Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 People you tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any kind sound who is stupid enough to do this 1 ( Me excluded )&lt;br /&gt;2. Any kind sound who is stupid enough to do this 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Any kind sound who is stupid enough to do this 3&lt;br /&gt;4. Any kind sound who is stupid enough to do this 4&lt;br /&gt;5. Any kind sound who is stupid enough to do this 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;br /&gt;- Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- I think I was sleeping, dreaming about how rich I was, and dreaming having the entire world worshipping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;- Reading this stupid survey in Zhi Wei's blog, and nudging Aimee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;- Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;- WAH WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;- Potato Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;- FUCK YOU LAR! Want laugh at my hair that is not grown back yet is it? FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;- Erm, KKKL bus ticket to KL. Sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;- This is an interesting rhetorical question. It can answer everything in the universe, and explain creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown....................NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;- Under the toilet bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;- Weather is weather. What you want me say? Its sick? Its healthy? Its fucking around and producing bad weathers????? Or its fucking around and its happy and we get good weathers?? I say fuck weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;- Potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- I am excited about.. come to think of it.. I am so apathetic I don't actually care -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- OI! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH HOR! KEEP LAUGHING AT MY HAIR ONLY MAFUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;- 1 + 8 = 9. 2 + 5 = 7. 9 is over 7. Yes I am over 25 you idiot asking stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't talk. I enlighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;- What the hell is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;- I know 3 of them. I can see no relevance in this question to anything, unless the person who created this questionnaire is a guy who happens to be a homosexual with a fetish for guys named Steven. Yes I know people named Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;- Nejo Maka Owna Wada. Nejo genuisa. RIDIPULITAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;- I am jealous that there is someone out there who is jealous of me but i don't know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “A”&lt;br /&gt;- uh.. Aimee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “K”&lt;br /&gt;- Kanasai. I think.. erm.. Kumaran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;- Mum. She called me to hang up on me. Nah just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;- Damn private ok. Ok lar, let you know lar.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes can wear jeans but not on Mondays" - Phang Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;- Why not. Straws are a delicacy in this world. Not everyone in this world can eat straw, or chew straw. In fact, it is more an acquired taste, something like blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;- Mother fucker, enough about hair ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Where is the next place you’re going?&lt;br /&gt;- Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Some bun. I can see that this information is going to make you a millionaire, whoever 'you' is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;- Problem is I love women too much to love a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;- Let me think. Don't call me, I'll call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course yes. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;- The last time I did MY dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;- Do I look like I am depressed? I ma gonna shoot somebody just for the heck of it and say 'Hell no I am not depressed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Why the hell would I cry for no apparent reason. I am not those people who goes 'Love hurts the most. I am dying. God please help me. I need to love that girl, and ultimately fuck the hell out of her. God, your payment would be when she's screaming 'OH MY GOD OH MY GOD'. Deal?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea. I was too jobless, and I thought if zhi wei did it, its probably stupid enough for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Tag 5 people who would do this survey&lt;br /&gt;Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's an interesting friendster bulletin my friend Kumaran posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell - Explained by a Chemistry tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual exam in Washington ok? Don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : Is Hell endothermic or exothermic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of other beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats whent is compressed) or some variant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets toHell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.As for how many souls are enteringHell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and taking into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he got an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that's what I call a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-838931916478227486?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/838931916478227486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=838931916478227486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/838931916478227486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/838931916478227486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/05/wah-i-want-to-swear.html' title='Wah I want to swear'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3555783322646168037</id><published>2007-05-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:57:54.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I am back?</title><content type='html'>Alright. I just have to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. Control your greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get agitated and go 'OMGWTF LESLIE IS IN TROUBLE!!' (wtf is wrong with my keyboard why suddenly cannot press spacey while holding shifty? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, listen on, or rather literally read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman called me on Saturday as I was witnessing zhi wei debate in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was from some company ( damn blurred that time, I couldn't understand what she was talking about )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some company is holding some form of event and invites me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my name. And hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, she called again. She said she is at the event venue, and asking whether I am at the said venue or not ( whoever heard of a central park/central garden? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no, then she said I won a lucky draw. I can claim it at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to sound fishy. (Fishier than a big fish left out in the sun for three days, which were on top of other fish, which were inside a WHALE - Chris Nosal )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she left a contact number. Note : The calls from her were from a private number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, next day, she called me again. Said the prize I actually won was RM12,000. Sounds too good to be true? She began elaborating on all the shit about her company, which is based in Macau. Damn convincing. Asked for my IC number. Then asked me to bring my IC along for verification when I claim my prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds even fishier. But still sounds more realistic and convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day again, she called me. This time she asked for my bank account number. O_o Said the prize money is in a Shang Hai or Hong Kong bank, and need my account number to be transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up immediately. Then I realized I was looking at my account number on my ATM card. I came so close to giving her my account number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think back on it, I realize its all false. I will tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She called my number, said my number was a random draw from a computer.&lt;br /&gt;2) She did not know my name, only my chinese name which is written wrongly because I don't know which character it was xD&lt;br /&gt;3) She did not know my IC number, but need my IC for verification purposes?&lt;br /&gt;4) Can't speak english. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;5) Doesn't know what a college is.&lt;br /&gt;6) Its all too good to be true man.&lt;br /&gt;7) I was told all these kind of things, based in Macau, are 99.9% fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not settled her yet. But currently am thinking of the most sadistic way to trouble her.&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to entertain them at all haha. But who cares, I am going to try and trouble them. At the very least swear at her for 10 minutes the next time she calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said don't be greedy because they are very good at convincing people. If you are observant enough, she knows my name because i told her, and she knows my IC number because i told her too. She just pretends to know it beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BE GREEDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the official letter from JPA. I am enrolled in INTEC college, University Teknologi Mara ( UiTM ). Going to study Australian Matriculation ( AUSMAT ). 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the letter, I got damn stressed xD Every single little thing and they threaten to cancel the contract and I have to pay them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have the power to cancel the contract without notifying me, and I have to pay them back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds shitty? I have to be bonded for 6 years. 7 years if I for some reasons do not complete my course within alloted time ( 4 years overseas )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must report immediately upon return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha whatever, its all free, thats the important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, fixing connection line in Subang Jaya. Should have internet connection within the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving INTI Subang somewhere around 3rd week of June. Have lots of shit to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanting to meet me, hurry!! ( haha sound like some typical celebrity )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRITY!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I want to flame something lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities are overrated. If they are hot, never mind then. If they are not hot, fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Mawi was overrated. His face appeared everywhere. Eat instant noodles see him. Go with cousin to Eon to service car see him. Drive around town see him. Take LRT see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a screwed up thing when people don't know the Agung's name but know Mawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't think I am flaming Mawi ( alone ). I am going to flame a lot more, haha. I don't hate Mawi. Its just that seeing him everywhere without seeing the real him is a strange thing. How strange? Very strange. Why strange? Because its strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the matter with shampoo advertisements. Which lawfully stupid person thought of using a Malay girl wearing a tudung ( scarf ) for a shampoo advertisement? WE CAN SEE NO HAIR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us your product makes the hair all smooth and silky and dandruff free and damn seductive because WE CAN SEE NO HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightening the scarve does not show the effect because WE CAN SEE NO HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins should rule the world and beat the hell out of these idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3555783322646168037?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3555783322646168037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3555783322646168037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3555783322646168037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3555783322646168037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-am-back.html' title='And I am back?'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-4687294032003664577</id><published>2007-05-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:10:42.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Alrightee, Professor Leslie is back for the weekend in BP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple case of elaborating what happened in Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolled in Inti Subang.  Paid RM900. Found a nice room right behind Inti. Paid RM990 for 3 months deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied in Inti for a week. Get JPA. Cannot study elsewhere other than what they offer. Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPA recognizes the genius at crap behind Professor Leslie. I am offered Engineering in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a wicked sense of humour. I am a lactose intolerant asshole. I get diarrhea if i drink milk. They send me to milkland. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concluded what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Economics, Physics, Chemistry, Mechanics, Mathematics. With a stupid compulsory subject of Moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, all the lecturers have their very own personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Physics/Mechanics teacher was a past engineer. So I daresay he is excellent at the subject. But I leave his class each time with many bullet wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in class ( Physics/Mechanics )&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Alright, let us begin the first class for the first semester by introducing yourself, what you plan to study and where.&lt;br /&gt;Me : My name is Leslie sir. I intend to study Chemical Engineering or Mechanical Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Where?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Erm, I am hoping to go to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : So, have you thought of which University?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *quickly think, simply think* Ah yes, I checked out and I think U of Birmingham is a good place to consider.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Birmingham!! Hmm, not bad. Nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a pause in between while he asks others*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher turns back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Birmingham is a really good place to go. It ranks first or second in England for engineering among the universities. *further elaboration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : I graduated from there many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *ZHA DAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he began teaching. I was feeling naughty. I wanted to test the extend of his capabilities as a teacher. I asked a classic question High School teachers were never able to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How do we measure the acceleration for an object moving in a fixed circle?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer : Physics is like a game. Where you have a game, you have to have a rule. I give you an example, you play a game where you pass a ball to the right. But you don't stand up suddenly and say 'I want to pass the ball to the left!'. Your friends will look at you and say 'Go play by yourself then!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *feels a bullet biting into my flesh, severing several arteries and spilling blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning : I found out I am receiving a scholarship offer by JPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sir, I got a JPA offer, might be leaving soon :(&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Oh you got JPA! Where? New Zealand!! Nice place nice place...&lt;br /&gt;Me : *anticipating talks about Birmingham*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Alright, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Okay class, I have prepared an exercise for you to do today. As your assignments will contribute a 10% marks in your semester exam, I think I shall include this exercise in the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Of course you won't need it lar haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *feels another M16 bullet hit me dead in the heart, severing more arteries and spilling blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last class for Friday. Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher came into class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Eh! Why are you still here? I thought you went off to JPA already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *feels an entire magazine of 30 bullets from an M16 piercing my entire body.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I like that teacher. He is so cool. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson, in his blog mentioned separating boys and girls in NS. He speculated homosexual marriages will be on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie shall be here to further elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson, I have to disagree with you. Guys and girls sleep separated. But so far guys have not been gaying around in the bedroom ( although coach told me before there had been cases where three boys actually shared a single bed. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I agree that it is stupid to separate them. Its time to be more open minded. Sexual separation, in the long run is going to be a major problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, in the newspapers, it has been published that the number of couples getting married is on the decline, and the number of divorces is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*of course, some wise guys whom i forgot their identity say men should be encouraged to marry spinsters/widows to reduce single women. Damn that's fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the issue of separation is not a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Guin and the Polarized Panda can testify for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is going to be fucking dull! What better past time than to Go-ogle at opposite sexes when there is no classes or activities? And I can't imagine the mamak with only guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we jostle with muscular bodies. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when its a mixed camp, it adds to the fun, but might not necessarily add to the chicks produced. We don't want baby trainees... yet. Furthermore, there are night patrols. If they want to do something funny, boy + girl in secluded spot, they might get spotted by patrols and spot themselves silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, in camp we have very good restrictions. So hankypanky thoughts are out of the scope. I personally do know guys who masturbate during the training stint though -____-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there is still order maintained even though we do activities together. Guys vs guys, girls vs girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys root for girls when girls compete, girls root for guys when guys compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine guys rooting for guys when guys compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say... rafting competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten muscular guys mount the raft. At the lake sides, groups of guys cheered, ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG YOU ARE IN MY TEAM GO GO GO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event of a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAMN YOU ARE SO SEXY I JUST GOT TO HUG YOU AND KISS YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if that is said by a girl to a guy who just won, it is extremely rewarding. BUT if it is said by a guy to a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine a guy wearing mini skirts, taking pom poms and jumping and frisking around screaming away for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often portrayed that cheerleaders are always beautiful girls, and guy athletes are always damn handsome, and always wins. The guy somehow always end up with the prettiest cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the cheerleader is a guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA IMAGINE THE KISS!!!! Where the overexcited supposedly-damn-hot-girl-but-is-a-guy cheerleader grabs the athlete, hugs him and gives him a deep deep kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we don't want to see that scene right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true to say, it is much interesting when there are girls around and there are guys around. I don't mean round girls round guys. I mean there's the presence of both guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS should be fun. NS should not be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still say let the Great Guin and the Polarized Panda rule the world together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-4687294032003664577?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/4687294032003664577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=4687294032003664577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4687294032003664577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/4687294032003664577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-5291394025032015882</id><published>2007-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:55:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof Leslie</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am heading up to Subang Jaya in a few hours time, so I am going to get myself some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck, I have a fever, right before my stepping into college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Professor Leslie is here to say, expect not much updates from now on as I probably will not have access to the Internet for sometime ( I know, tough, but shit happens )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to people who actually bother to keep in touch with me, I'll probably be using my new hotmail account in MSN more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since those who reads my blog are those who DO keep in touch with me, here's the address :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof_Leslie at Hotmail dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are the hoppers and just would like to add me up for fun, please do not try as I will reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, hope the best for me! Do come back and check my blog often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not actually declaring hiatus. Its uncertain what the future holds for my Internet connection haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-5291394025032015882?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/5291394025032015882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=5291394025032015882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5291394025032015882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/5291394025032015882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/05/prof-leslie.html' title='Prof Leslie'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2529828976724986582</id><published>2007-04-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Penguin Times 30 April/1 May 2007</title><content type='html'>But before that, I have an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided this morning that I am going to enrol in Inti College Subang Jaya for Cambridge A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon decision, I found a place to stay, friends to hang out with, transportation to Subang. Basically, everything was done within two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I start my A Levels which is on the 7th of May, expect not many posts.. so I am updating as often as I can while I am still so jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Penguin Times 30 April/1 May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide by Love&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Po the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;Photos by : Pi the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7U6uRJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QXij9uwJ-M0/s1600-h/Po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7U6uRJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QXij9uwJ-M0/s320/Po.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155724455715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new way to suicide has been discovered after several penguins were found dead without apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason : Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Professor of Love, Dr. Pau, mentioned that before their untimely deaths, each suicider were diagnosed with severe love sick cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have determined what caused their deaths. Each deceased has mentioned that their heart skips and they hyperventilate when they see the penguin they love. At times they even say their hearts stop beating when the penguin they love looks at them. Therefore, I can safely assume that they died because their hearts stopped beating. A sad case of love here.." Dr. Pau said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7M6uRJII/AAAAAAAAAF0/pAFtT9JotlQ/s1600-h/Penguin+affair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7M6uRJII/AAAAAAAAAF0/pAFtT9JotlQ/s320/Penguin+affair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155587016762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore birds out there, our brain is small and need frequent replenishment of blood. Don't go stopping your heartbeats because of another attractive penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, penguins having extra-marital affairs have been said to be increasing each year. Abbott Poo Poo has mentioned that complaints directed to the Great Guin has tripled this first half year compared with last year entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last year there were only 2 cases of complaints of extra marital affair. This year up until May only we already have 6 cases! This is unacceptable in our community of 16 million guins." Poo Poo said, obviously pissed off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7bKuRJKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/paIbK33MskM/s1600-h/Penguin+Oooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7bKuRJKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/paIbK33MskM/s320/Penguin+Oooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155831829898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem here? Penguins nowadays are not as morally upright nor religious enough to care. They just stare at the romantic adulterating couple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishments in School too harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Pu the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;Photos by : Pi the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW6xquRJFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FDtvZCHchwk/s1600-h/Dangerous+Penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW6xquRJFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FDtvZCHchwk/s320/Dangerous+Penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155118865327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are our schools being too harsh in practicing corporal punishment? Recently, five concerned parents have cried outraged at the Penguin's School of Excellence for punishing their chicks to stand out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The five chicks were punished because they did not do their homework, which is catching fishes to prove that they are full fledged hunters." the headmaster of the school, Pok said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW666uRJGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hmiYFhTB0pE/s1600-h/Dunce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW666uRJGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hmiYFhTB0pE/s320/Dunce.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155277779117154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This is a beastly punishment. Just because they did not catch their share of fish doesn't mean they can't catch fish!" A concerned parent said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire drama unfolded when the five chicks turned up in school without fish in their beaks. Their teacher was enraged and was sent to stand in the cold, about 2 metres from every other penguins, who were also out in the cold at their class. ( note there is no room )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7D6uRJHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tRdKVXRBvn0/s1600-h/Hehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7D6uRJHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tRdKVXRBvn0/s320/Hehe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155432397939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire episode has caused severe distress to the chicks, who had been laughed at by their baby chick siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Schools should not use corporal punishment as they are inpenguin! I suggest a gentler approach like a corporeal ( ??? ) punishment to discipline the chicks!" said an ignorant parent, who obviously failed in its language test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ministry of Education could not be contacted for further comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans sighted in Penguinland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Po the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by : Pi the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7U6uRJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QXij9uwJ-M0/s1600-h/Po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7U6uRJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QXij9uwJ-M0/s320/Po.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155724455715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its true, reporters have sighted humans in Penguinland. These creatures of apparently low intelligence has been found loping along with useless stuff of steel and plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are installing strange things that we think are used to transport potatoes to the Penguinland." a civilian said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Panguana priests, under Abbott Poo Poo has raised concern of pollution by the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These creatures eat horrible stuff like vegetables and produce a lot of shit!!" Poo Poo said, enraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7hquRJLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ac806Auoi84/s1600-h/Penguins+%2B+Human.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7hquRJLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ac806Auoi84/s320/Penguins+%2B+Human.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059155943499048114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They must be stopped to prevent further desecration of the Penguinland!" Poo Poo continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talks have begun to mobilize the entire penguin army to intercept and silence the humans so that they will not return to alert their kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : This post is entirely for entertainment as usual. No copying without my permission. Photos credited to various expeditions to the South Pole, or the Penguinland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2529828976724986582?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2529828976724986582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2529828976724986582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2529828976724986582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2529828976724986582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-penguin-times-30-april1-may-2007.html' title='Old Penguin Times 30 April/1 May 2007'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjW7U6uRJJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QXij9uwJ-M0/s72-c/Po.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-1773151906088438233</id><published>2007-04-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Penguin Times 29/30 April 2007</title><content type='html'>This is a little idea of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, explanations first. I am thinking of creating a new category kind of post, which are, newspaper spin offs with totally fictional articles written by me, but using the alter ego of Pa the penguin as chief editor, Po the penguin as journalist, Pi the penguin as photojournalist, and Pu the penguin also as a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What category kind of posts? Currently in my blog, there are many categories of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They include Professor Leslie posts, emo posts ( inactive for very long time ), stories post ( dead for very long time ), philosophical posts ( also dead for long time ) and reviews post ( currently half dead ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, shall be the newest kind of posts. Spin-off articles. By Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reserve all rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : The below article contains fictitious stuff. Some of the information are proven to be untrue, but are still published anyway because of the writer's ignorance. Writer cannot guarantee they might not be true though. But however, it is advised not to attempt any stupid thing yourself after reading it until it is proven true. Then we know I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Penguin Times 29/30 April 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Potatoes as Aphrodisiacs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Po the penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058875864386708530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right. You did not read wrongly. A team of scientists at South Pole University has recently done experiments on potatoes for its remedial qualities, but instead found themselves getting high and horny after overexposure to the potatoes. Upon realizing it, they immediately did research to find out why, and the result was that a chemical in potatoes, is able to stimulate the penguin mind to have many many chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically, everybody wants to have sex because of our genes and hormones. Biologically, we have a system in our body that encourages us to have babies and to ensure a thriving future generations that are equally horny." said Professor Poo Poo, the leader of the team of scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We see a female and we get turned on by her because we think she is fertile and healthy enough to born a healthy chick egg for us, and thus ensuring that chicks born are of top quality. You don't see penguins falling head over heels for a matchstick thin penguin." He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes have been found not to be consumed by any penguins all along. However, a penguin actually trying to eat one might find itself getting horny for eggs and have sudden bouts of diarrhea. "The price of good sex.." Poo Poo joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this scientific breakthrough, penguins with no more sex drive might soon be happier birds, Poo Poo asserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish the possible cure for cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Pu the penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058875864386708530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With rising fear of cancer as the number one killer among prawns ( prawns have cancer??? ), a team of penguin scientists began wondering why fishes and other marine lifeforms that feed on prawns do not develop cancer and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hypothesized that fishes have a natural oil, dubbed as fish oil, or scientifically known as Gamma oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers say that the Gamma oil emits Gamma rays in small and insignificant amount that cannot actually cause any noticeable damage to any lifeforms. Therefore, scientists say that if eaten excessively, this Gamma oil can kill the cancerous cells. And the penguin that eats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We believe moderation is the key to success here.." a scientist who declined to be named commented. It said that as cancerous cells exist as individual mutant cells, with no complex systems like a penguin, killing it is much easier than killing a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panguana to label caterpillars as penguin's best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by : Po the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by : Pi the Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058875864386708530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abbott Poo Poo, the most respected Elder and leader of the Penguinic faith, Panguana, announced yesterday during fish festival that caterpillars are penguin's best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Abbott Poo Poo, "Caterpillars have long been described as a sacred insect among Penguins. It is said so by the once Great Guin, Guiness, that caterpillars can greatly boost a penguin's luck to get mated as they look sexy. Besides that, caterpillars also played a major role during Guiness' time in the great war for fish against the polar bears, who lost terribly and were cast to the other side of the world to starve by the Great Guin. The caterpillars actually made the polar bears slip and fall down, but alas they were squashed beyond recognition. Those brave caterpillars sacrificed themselves for the Greater Good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjTBX6uRJEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ep4MRFtpTOc/s1600-h/Caterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjTBX6uRJEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ep4MRFtpTOc/s320/Caterpillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058880898088379458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem around here is, since the world was divided into eighteen major continents, caterpillars are no more found in South Pole, or better known as Penguinland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-1773151906088438233?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/1773151906088438233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=1773151906088438233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1773151906088438233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/1773151906088438233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-penguin-times-2930-april-2007.html' title='Old Penguin Times 29/30 April 2007'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RjS8y6uRJDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hndxO0kzLtg/s72-c/x-penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-2493255677205274650</id><published>2007-04-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:16:56.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Name?</title><content type='html'>Alright people, this is not an official post, but it IS an official post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of changing the name 'Annoyance is Bliss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am keeping 'Part of life is to annoy people'. I love that phrase :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-2493255677205274650?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/2493255677205274650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=2493255677205274650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2493255677205274650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/2493255677205274650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blog-name.html' title='New Blog Name?'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3875361149234149857</id><published>2007-04-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:45.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>Professor Leslie is back again today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Professor Leslie shall elaborate on current affairs, which are, JOBS! (Since when has jobs not been a current affair anyway, people work everyday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with media like Jobstreet.com, Classified Ads in the newspapers and such, advertising for prospective employees have made everyone's life much simpler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, many jobs are missing the highlights! And today, Professor Leslie, with all his efforts and love put in, shall bring attention to these professions as much as they deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : As usual, this post is also for entertainment. Anybody finding this post offensive with logical explanation and coherent response, please do tell me. I am an extremely nice person :) However if you feel upset because you think I have insulted you in any way, please do have a look at the mirror and tell me whether you see an asshole or not. If you feel that you will get pissed off no matter what I say, then don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri9_D6uRI8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iHEYqjw2p00/s1600-h/Beggars+ad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri9_D6uRI8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iHEYqjw2p00/s320/Beggars+ad.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057400611840009154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to think Beggars Sect. was only found in Chinese Kung Fu Movies where the Beggars can actually fight! But now I am convinced there's a conspiracy among beggars. Some are genuinely in need of help, but there are some opportunists who are good in acting! Talk about Malaysian generosity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri9_pquRI9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lIaCY-ZXVQM/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri9_pquRI9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lIaCY-ZXVQM/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057401260380070866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not uncommon to come across people in restaurants ( mostly ) and such public places where they talk as though its their toilet there. They talk loudly, rude and swear words. They also talk big. Those are classified under 'Brutes'. You have to admit one thing however, they are bold and street smart =/ These are the kind that can Gan Tua Pao ( Talk Cock ) and outtalk a policeman or a politician. They can make drug trafficking sound right, and when you reason with them, they go ala Christopher. 'Bu Hui De, Bu Ke Neng De, Wo Diao Ta!! ( Won't one, impossible one, I diao him! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not lying. Professor Leslie is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-ACKuRI-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/w-zdPWprN0Y/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-ACKuRI-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/w-zdPWprN0Y/s320/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057401681286865890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The issue of illegal immigrants who became victims to agents in Malaysia is no longer new. Government catches these immigrants, fine them then send them back. The agents go free untouched, and a lot richer. Their crime? Smuggled into the country illegally. That is how the advertisement should sound like, instead of their high pay promising jobs in neighboring countries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 4 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-B16uRJBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XWlpjyPO4no/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-B16uRJBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XWlpjyPO4no/s320/8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057403669856723986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, do I have to elaborate on this? People are usually overrated about these stuff. Prove my point? Wait for Harry Potter 7th book release day. Go check out the book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further prove my point? Just tune in to any concerts by famous singers/bands. Tell me exactly how many people are shouting their heads off and screaming until their voice box bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-BeauRJAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/993fPY2IElI/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-BeauRJAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/993fPY2IElI/s320/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057403266129798146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one I flame until charred already. No explanations necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-Ak6uRI_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/fYhOjlNib6w/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri-Ak6uRI_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/fYhOjlNib6w/s320/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057402278287320050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Find me a penguin like that, and I will point to you a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for today's classified advertisements! If I get more ideas, this section will be further expanded. Or you can click 'comments' and give me some ideas and feedbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's growing at a slow but not slow, fast but not fast speed. In short, its growing at an awkward rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, its in a seriously embarrassing stage. Its not long enough to fall limp, and not short enough to be natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result : Long hair that stands out erect. I look like a rambutan head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3875361149234149857?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3875361149234149857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3875361149234149857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3875361149234149857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3875361149234149857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Ri9_D6uRI8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iHEYqjw2p00/s72-c/Beggars+ad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7821412689067522954</id><published>2007-04-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Penguins</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a frozen land far far away, there lived penguins. All the penguins were special, and each had its story to tell. And so, we shall visit the fabled land of the south pole, the land of the penguins. The discovery of a potato in the south pole led to conspiracies among the penguin community, where violence is non-existent ( except when predators are around. Oh wait, penguins ARE predators ). Read on to find out how four young penguins survived the perils and plots of evil penguins to lay their flippers on the sacred potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities is entire coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is rated P. Any child below the age of 1 or any adult above the age of 1000 is advised against reading it. If you do not fall into the above category, you are advised to read it at your own caution. May include explosives ( explosives are not supplied by al-Qaeda or any terror organizations ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuWvgHkA1I/AAAAAAAAADc/4eyMZz75O24/s1600-h/Kate+Beckinsale+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuWvgHkA1I/AAAAAAAAADc/4eyMZz75O24/s320/Kate+Beckinsale+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056300749473186642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KATE BECKINSALE ........................................................................................... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuYKwHkA2I/AAAAAAAAADk/J7Cx23y1b4A/s1600-h/Arnie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuYKwHkA2I/AAAAAAAAADk/J7Cx23y1b4A/s320/Arnie+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056302317136249698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger ....................... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056295101591192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penguin named Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056295101591192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penguin named Po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056295101591192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penguin named Pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuRmwHkAtI/AAAAAAAAACc/lgEmNkgCTlw/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056295101591192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penguin named Pu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. they all look the same. Penguins look the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fateful day, Pa the penguin was out hunting for food with his friends, Po the penguin, Pi the penguin and Pu the penguin. Suddenly, Po the penguin tripped on something and fell flat on his beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the penguins began laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuWQgHkA0I/AAAAAAAAADU/BaFB6zZr0lI/s1600-h/emperors+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuWQgHkA0I/AAAAAAAAADU/BaFB6zZr0lI/s320/emperors+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056300216897241922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the way penguins walk, it is almost impossible to fall down ( to the penguins anyway ). Anyway, Po the penguin was equally surprised that he fell down. So he checked where he was walking, and hark! He saw a strange alien object.. and as he got a closer look to identify it, he suddenly jumped back in fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuarAHkA4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/iOg289GQWQc/s1600-h/potato_by_Jewman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuarAHkA4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/iOg289GQWQc/s320/potato_by_Jewman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056305070210286466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a potato! A fabled mythical sacred beloved awesome wonderful amazing peculiar extraordinary ( I am running out of adjectives ) thing among the penguin community! In fact, penguins kill ( fish ) to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon news spread that Po the penguin had found a potato in South pole. All the penguins were aflutter. There was an ancient prophecy said before by the great Penguin Prophet, Penguinius, when he was drunk with iced water. It read "When the potato appears within the iceberg, the time for explosions have come. Do not attempt to eat it as a penguin will produce many many chicks and much much faeces." Every penguin was jittery. The four penguin friends were excited. They didn't know what explosions were, and neither did other penguins. But they were excited anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of fear for explosions, soon some parties of religious penguins began demanding that the four young penguins hand it over to be destroyed. Another group of penguins wanted to steal the coveted prize for themselves, even though they didn't know what it is and what to do with it, nor trade it for money because penguins don't use money. They began sending death threats to the four penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the majority of penguins suddenly had the idea to excavate the entire south pole for more potatoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuZRAHkA3I/AAAAAAAAADs/ByS0QP_x1ck/s1600-h/Penguins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuZRAHkA3I/AAAAAAAAADs/ByS0QP_x1ck/s320/Penguins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056303524022059890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our four heroes were surrounded by hostile penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuQCwHkApI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IN33q8_c7kA/s1600-h/x-Madagascar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuQCwHkApI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IN33q8_c7kA/s320/x-Madagascar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056293383604273810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evil penguins had formed a bandit party called 'Penguins of the Car Bean'. They marched forward and demanded the potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuQJQHkAqI/AAAAAAAAACE/FysnHcCXo7k/s1600-h/x-Penguinsmarching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuQJQHkAqI/AAAAAAAAACE/FysnHcCXo7k/s320/x-Penguinsmarching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056293495273423522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While on the other side, the religious penguins, under the leadership of the Abbott Poo Poo of the penguinic faith, Panguana, demanded for the potato too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two sides of penguins then began fighting each other. Our heroes escaped amidst the chaos and soon found themselves unable to return to their homes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa soon began asking Po to hand out the potato to secure their own safety. Pi disagreed with Pa, as handing it over might not guarantee them their lives. Their entire life they had not seen violence, but today, they had witnessed a historical event when the Penguins of the Car Bean began throwing snowballs at Abbott Poo Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pu asked Po where the potato was, and Po replied "Its with my baby brother, disguised as an egg. My brother Poop will take care of it! Don't worry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Riud0gHkA5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EofYLI8PaN4/s1600-h/Zzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Riud0gHkA5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EofYLI8PaN4/s320/Zzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056308531953927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that, Pa began to fret. The safety of a chick is at stake. They must find a way to rectify the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, with everyone anxious, they began to argue and quarrel and fight and disagree and ( I ran out of words again ) among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuVfgHkAyI/AAAAAAAAADE/viEQQD42dlQ/s1600-h/penguin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuVfgHkAyI/AAAAAAAAADE/viEQQD42dlQ/s320/penguin2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056299375083651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they were quarreling, suddenly an explosion happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuSuwHkAvI/AAAAAAAAACs/1bg4BpbmzzQ/s1600-h/EXPLODE%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuSuwHkAvI/AAAAAAAAACs/1bg4BpbmzzQ/s320/EXPLODE%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056296338541773554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a totally unexpected twist of event for the penguins. The explosion came from the other coast, far away from Penguinland. But its tremors could be felt by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa stood up at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's our solution to the problem! We find this explosion thing, and ask it to explain to our penguins that it is harmless and worthless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa's friends agreed and they soon 'walked?' towards the explosion site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, they reached the explosion site. A human approached them. A human! In south pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alien creature known as the human identified himself as 'Osama'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Riuf8wHkA6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vH735ZKqFOA/s1600-h/osama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Riuf8wHkA6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vH735ZKqFOA/s320/osama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056310872711103394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pi immediately asked Osama if he had any 'explosions'. Osama smiled and immediately said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not have explosions, but I do have explosives!" he said joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiugGgHkA7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2JBhkukj6LQ/s1600-h/045-Explosives.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiugGgHkA7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2JBhkukj6LQ/s320/045-Explosives.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056311040214827954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins cheered. Since Penguinius, the Prophet did not mention whether explosions were good or evil, they can now prove that it is not bad! Anyway, explosions and explosives sound so similiar, they must be brother bird of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can't have them!" Osama said when our heroes asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa squawked in anger and disbelief. In their entire life, not a single existence had denied them things before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, I am hungry. If you can get food for me, the explosives are yours!" Osama said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po suddenly thought of the strange thing called Potato. Since they do not know what it is, there is a possibility that it is alien food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! The potato is with Poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four penguins scrambled back to Po's home. All the penguins were out excavating, and not in the Penguinland. For once, our heroes felt an emptiness. Never before had such a thing happened amongst their community, and they felt guilty about it. But this only serves to reignite the flames in their hearts to make everything right again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po soon found Poop, still asleep, and the Potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, as he turned to leave, Abbott Poo Poo was there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po gasped!!!! His friends were outside waiting for him! He was left alone to confront the Abbott!. The Abbott squawked menacingly. It held a snowball in its flippers, ready to throw it at Po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the potato or I shall throw this at you. You have ran astray, young bird!" the Abbott squawked, its voice full of malice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never! You shall not have it!" Po resisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Po, it is imperative that you understand. I am your father..." Poo Poo said ( in Darth Vader voice ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IMPOSSIBLE!!" Po screamed in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Abbott suddenly threw the snowball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY FLIPPER!!! AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Po screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his right flipper injured, Po quickly grabbed the potato with its left flipper and 'walked'. The abbott, seeing its price slipping from its grasp, began 'walking' to pursue it. ( Penguins can't run.. -___-" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po soon reached his friends. In a four against one confrontation, the Abbott decided it was not worth the snowballs and retreated to fetch his acolytes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four friends, with the acolytes hot in pursuit, began hurrying towards Osama again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osama was delighted with the potato, and gave them his vast armament of explosives to trade for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa ran a check through the goods. Two 'Fat Boy' atom bombs, three homing missles, six cartons of grenades, three bazookas, fourteen AK-47s and sixteen torpedoes. All for a potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pi and Pu's minds began racing. Was the deal worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they decided it was worth it to clarify things and clear their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved everything back to Penguinland and called for a mass gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, all the penguins had walked back to Penguinland, and were astonished by the explosives arranged in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa stood up and began in a 'movie-reviewer' voice to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This summer........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you can see, the explosions you people fear are right here, lying down on the ice! It is harmless! It does not bite! Nor does it jump! It does no harm to any bird!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every penguin began to get confused. As the idea began to gradually sink in, the penguin scientists began examining the explosives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the other side, Osama sat on his little chair, eating mashed potatoes, when suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuUnQHkAwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lpfj6TNoBRI/s1600-h/EXPLODE%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuUnQHkAwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lpfj6TNoBRI/s320/EXPLODE%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056298408716010242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A massive explosion occurred on the other side of South Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuh, damn fast. Never realized penguins were such violent creatures!" He said, while shaking his head and continued eating his mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Penguinland, every penguin survived the explosion. But they now had a black layer coating, making them look like birds in tuxedoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa looked at its own body, and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Penguins were harmed in the entire story. No humans were harmed in the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;Again, posts are not meant to be racist, political, satirical ( well maybe sometimes ), apartheid or offensive. Its all for entertainment. If you find this kind of humour offensive, do tell me nicely, with a logical reason and explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-7821412689067522954?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/7821412689067522954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=7821412689067522954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7821412689067522954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/7821412689067522954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/desperate-penguins.html' title='Desperate Penguins'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/RiuWvgHkA1I/AAAAAAAAADc/4eyMZz75O24/s72-c/Kate+Beckinsale+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-3152596851332396407</id><published>2007-04-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Leslie - episode 6 ( i think )</title><content type='html'>Okay I lost count of how many posts I made under the name Professor Leslie.. so I assume this is the 6th xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free enough, search my entire blog archive and count them. then tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Professor Leslie, after some enlightening conversation with his best pal, John Lee Zhi Wei, has decided to impart those precious knowledge to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is : Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing about locally made movies. As we all understand, locally made movies, Malay movies to be exact, they like to do movies based mainly on comedies, horror or sappy love stories. But as our sappy love stories are nowhere to fight with Koreans, I shall elaborate on the comedies and horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, if you are observant enough, you would notice that we have two Malay movies currently showing ( April 20th ). 'Zombi Kampung Pisang' and 'Jangan Pandang Belakang'. As both of us had not seen the movie, I shall not comment on the quality. That leaves me with.. its title to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you people, but I personally find it funny. I mean, usually we can see the Western Movies has titles like 'Exorcism of Emily Rose'.. 'Reaper'.. "Hills have eyes' and such. In English, it sounds like a 2-3 word summary of the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT* - I watched Hills Have Eyes 2. I personally find it quite nerve-wrecking. It makes you nervous. But halfway through, it lost its effects when the mutants kidnaps the girl called Missy. The mutant says 'Give me Baby' and proceeds to rape the girl ( no worries, no pornography. You just see the stupid ugly face of the mutant having an orgasm. ) Mutants also like sex kah?? You would think genetic mutation would make them dysfunctional or something. And the even funnier thing is, Missy pants weren't even down, and the Mutant was wearing pants too. '_'??? Maybe genetic mutation allows them to penetrate without undressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even funnier part. 3 people survived ( Napoleon, Amber and Missy ). The fourth last guy ( forgot his name ) wanted to escape, but accidentally blew himself up with a box of dynamites. After Napoleon pinned down the Bigass Mutant ( since he looks like the boss ) with a pole by running it through his heart, and Amber blew a hole in his head with her M16, ( which the Mutant is still not dead. ), Missy takes an axe and chops the mutant's private parts numerous times with a vengeance ( you would think genetic mutation would put his private parts elsewhere, or even mutate it to be harder than steel or nimble like grass ). Then after killing the mutant, they walk out, and its the exit of the hill. '_'????? The exit was right there, and they lost 128461892412354123 people to the mutants trying to find the exit???????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BACK* : The above mentioned Malay titles seriously are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombi Kampung Pisang ( Banana Village Zombie ). Two of us has predicted several titles that might be the sequels for this flick ( well, almost infinity actually ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 1 - Zombi Kampung Pisang ( Banana Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 2 - Zombi Kampung Nanas ( Pineapple Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 3 - Zombi Kampung Mangga ( Mango Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 4 - Zombi Kampung Cili ( Chilli Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 5 - Zombi Kampung Durian ( Durian Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 6 - Zombi Kampung Tembikai ( Watermelon Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 7 - Zombi Kampung Betik ( Papaya Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 7 - Zombi Kampung Longan ( Longan Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 8 - Zombi Kampung Strawberi ( Strawberry Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 9 - Zombie Kampung Buah-Buahan ( Fruits Village Zombies )&lt;br /&gt;Grand Finale- Zombie Kampung Apa-apa-nama ( Whatevername Village Zombies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 'Jangan Pandang Belakang' ( Don't Look Behind ).. we also predicted several sequels ( also almost infinity actually )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 1 - Jangan Pandang Belakang&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 2 - Jangan Pandang Bawah&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 3 - Jangan Pandang Atas&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 4 - Jangan Pandang Kiri&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 5 - Jangan Pandang Kanan&lt;br /&gt;Ep. 6 - Jangan Pandang Dalam&lt;br /&gt;EP. 7 - Jangan Pandang Depan&lt;br /&gt;Grand Finale - Jangan Pandang Lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we even made sequels for 'Cicakman' ( Lizardorang ). We can have our very own Justice League in Malaysia, who knows it might be named 'Liga Justis'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicakman ( Lizardman ),  Orangutanman, Harimauman, Nyamukman, Lalatman, Lebahman, Anai-anaiman, Buayaman, Ikanman, Rama-ramaman, Bawangwoman and every imaginable insect, reptile, or fish names, plants included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deduced their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicakman - I didn't watch it, I can't say anything else other than the actual one. And since I don't know his actual abilities, congratulations you just read something useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orangutanman - Can swing from branches to branches. Hugs bad guys and kiss them. Holler occasionally. Easily baited with fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigerman - Eats the villians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyamukman - Stings the villians and infect them with Dengue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalatman ( Flyman ) - Annoy the hell out of the villians. Hopefully they get some disease borne by flies. Halfway through the movie, his wings gets clipped ( or gets wet ) and he cannot fly. Henceforth, he was known as 'Walkman'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebahman - Special 1 episode only superhero. Lebahman stings the villian, then he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anai-anaiman - Eats the villian's base, even if its made of steel and metal. Then the building collapses on the villian and squash him to death. But unfortunately the hero is killed when a clever villian employs a pest terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buayaman - Superhero that will get stoned when there's sun. Eats a lot of meat, likes to swim. Died suddenly when poachers killed to get his skin. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikanman - The strongest superhero of all. The Ikanman deprives the villian from fish supply. The villian has to give up on fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama-Ramaman - Weirdest Superhero of all. Arrives at the crime scene, flutters around and acts pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawangwoman - Emits gas that makes the villians cry. Then the villian gets apprehended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternately, there is also a trend to add an adjective/prefix in front to make a super hero. For example the Japanese created 'Megaman', 'Ultraman', and the westerners made 'Superman', whatever whatever. When I was a kid, I loved them. But as I grew up, I even think their names were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you might have 'iMan'. Oh wait, we already have XMen ( Xbox ). Nman comes to mind ( Nokia Nseries ), as well as Eman ( whats with the stupid E prefix? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rieg_wHkAoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yVf4WBaS2Es/s1600-h/x-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rieg_wHkAoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yVf4WBaS2Es/s320/x-penguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055186123855495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come nobody thought of Penguinman with explosive powers?????? ( except Zhi Wei and Myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie should collaborate with Zhi Wei ( according to him, 10 years later if neither are rich we should go Hollywood and create stupid movies ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First project would be - Nanoman ( New Age Nonsense Man ). Nonsense man spreads nonsense around the world. Everyone loves him. People who hate him are considered as heretics. Join him in his quest for potatoes and to save the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will then employ several influential writers/movie critics to write excellent reviews of the movie. Make gazillions out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up in the topic. Professor Leslie revisits friendster, and is reminded of how funny it is. Today, Professor Leslie points out the popular surveys in friendster, and he shall paste up a self made survey to create a similiarity to the actual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey 1 - Actions and Inactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you eating now? - I am not eating anything&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing now? - Filling in this survey&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you eat for dinner? - McDonalds lor.....&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you wear to bed last night? - Pajamas lar&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think of this survey? - Stupid, but I am filling it anyway cause I am dumb enough and have too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey 2 - The Identities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you called? - Him lor..&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your current crush? - Her lor..&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you hate anybody? - Him lar..&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you love anybody? - Her lor..&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to? - Him/Her lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey 3 - Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What colour do you like? - Black* ( Black is not a colour, its an absence of colour )&lt;br /&gt;2. How long do you spend combing your hair? - 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have any lovers? - 999 actually&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite food? - Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;5. How long do you spend your time online? - 28 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% for each question answered, add up everything. Repost this with the title 'I am __% Male/Female/Girly/Feminine/Stupid/Handsome/Everyimaginableadjective'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey 4 - Secret codes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you eat this morning? - Secret&lt;br /&gt;2. How much do you weigh? - Secret&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the name of the person you love? - Secret&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you love your family? - Secret&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you anorexic? - Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie, despite his brilliant mind, intelligence, IQ and knockdead handsome looks, cannot find a single trace of sense nor logic behind these surveys, or even why people actually do them, OR WHY THEY ACTUALLY CREATED THEM????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave out anything?? No, not chainmails/chainbulletins that says I will have bad luck/die for how long how long. Those are beyond stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Another funny thing are the sappy stuff in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy likes girl. Girl also likes guy. One day they sit together. Guy ask girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Yes. Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Yes. Lets make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a car comes at super high speed while they were making love. Guy saw the danger and pushes girl away. He was knocked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( In hospital )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : I am sorry but Guy died.&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Repost this if you will do what Guy did&lt;br /&gt;Girls : Repost this if you are touched.&lt;br /&gt;Assholes : Repost this if you will do what Guy did, but only until the make love part. You will push the girl to the car to save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the ultimate gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this bulletin with the following titles and you will have great luck for the next 18 generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had sex with my father&lt;br /&gt;2. I raped my dog&lt;br /&gt;3. I did it on my roof&lt;br /&gt;4. I lost my virginity&lt;br /&gt;5. I am stupid enough to post such stupid stuff with such stupid titles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletins, comments and testimonials are losing its meaning. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20644659-3152596851332396407?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/3152596851332396407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=3152596851332396407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3152596851332396407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/3152596851332396407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/professor-leslie-episode-6-i-think.html' title='Professor Leslie - episode 6 ( i think )'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rieg_wHkAoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yVf4WBaS2Es/s72-c/x-penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-6125360315737858714</id><published>2007-04-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:30:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language</title><content type='html'>Despite my ailments, maladies and uncountable sickness, I shall persevere and publish a post for the sake of my fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Professor Leslie shall touch on a couple of subjects. But the primary subject here shall be the English Language ( since he basically sucks at every other languages ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Leslie shall emphasize on spelling and the importance of key words in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, kids, remember all the time that every word has a specific spelling, and possibly multiple meanings. You would not want to misspell a word, as it might have disastrous effects on the entire sentence. ( Sounds professional, no? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, here's a correct sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Public announcement, would student Aimee Lee please report to the mental hospital for a medical check up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens if some words are spelled wrongly, or used wrongly? Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pubic&lt;/span&gt; announcement, would student &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aima Li&lt;/span&gt; please report to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mutant&lt;/span&gt; hospital for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;musical &lt;/span&gt;check up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result becomes a totally interesting sentence. You get the idea on the importance of spelling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of a correct sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sick buck was killed and eaten by the farmer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happens if...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sick&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fuck&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;milled&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kitten&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;former&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I am trying to point out is that the meaning can change dramatically if you misspell. This is because of the recent matter in China where they are all hyped up about their direct Chinese-English translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them went 'Please go behind this wall to get to the toilet.', 'Elevator inside this wall', and such. The menus went 'Fucking chicken high on drugs,' 'Fried Dick in Bun' and something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally related but unrelated issue, I have to touch on the words used by certain groups on the net. Boy, girl, young man, lecherous old man, horny girls, all included, so basically there is no finger pointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a common use of a form of language known as 'txt spking', where the abbreviation and short-forms for everything is used, usually in communicating in the form of SMS-es and MSN-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I try to avoid it as much as possible. However, this 'thing' is quite a rampant problem, since some words formed can have different meaning than intended, but you get the idea anyway. Txt Spking is basically formed under the influence of pronounciations, thus the spelling of words are altered to suit the way the word sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;Someone would like to reply to his anxious friend that he is arriving.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, in a simple SMS, it would read 'I am coming.'&lt;br /&gt;However, in Txt Spking, it would read 'I m cumming.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not catch the ball yet, it meant he is achieving orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is eating is trying to reply to his/her friend who asked what he/she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, it would read 'I am eating.'&lt;br /&gt;However, in Txt Spking, it would read 'I m ETing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?? 'I am Extra-Terrestial-ing.' What, you having sex with some aliens????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kind folks, please try and activate 'dictionary' in your SMS and not be lazy to type the entire word. It is not wrong to use txt spking, but it is wrong to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note/Disclaimer : Professor Leslie is not claiming he is good in English, and not trying to discriminate anyone. The above post is, as usual, meant for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated issue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new handphone! I asked my brother for a Nokia N73 ME edition when he offered to reward me for my 10A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my father was suddenly diagnosed with colon cancer, and to date, tens of thousands ( 12k actually ) have been spent for his treatment. He is getting better now, and there is only a remote chance he would require chemotheraphy. Chemo in government hospitals don't cost that much, so basically there's not much to think about for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So financial wise, I asked my brother to postpone the gift he is giving me since he just poured out millions for my dad. But his wife's brother happened to buy a new phone, and Singapore's M1 happened to just turned 10 years old, and happened to have a promotion of 'Buy 1 Free 1'. Whether its an exact same model given free, I don't know, but I do know that it is contract free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the extra phone. Samsung Z240. I wouldn't complain too much since its free, but I shall complain much anyway. First and foremost, I wanted N73 because of its 3 MP camera and 2GB memory space. Two most essential requirements in my ideal phone now. I wanted a phone to store songs, and with a decent camera so that I can every now and then take pictures and upload it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Z240. First things first why I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung messaging system : Look, I don't know what the fuck is the problem between Nokia and Samsung, but being a Nokia user, I do have some problems with Samsung's SMS thingy. I accidentally turned off 'Dictionary', and I cannot fucking figure out how to turn it back on. And besides, Samsung features the spacebar under the 'hex' button while Nokia uses it in the number '0' button. So you can imagine how hard a time I have typing a single SMS. And besides, Nokia phones delete messages at a rate if you hold down 'backspace', but Samsung phones just delete the entire message if you hold it for a certain seconds. SO YOU PROBABLY CAN IMAGINE THE NUMBER OF MESSAGES I DELETED WITHOUT SENDING???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone memory : 62.5MB. Sucks. 6-10 songs, and it is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera : 2.6 MP. Quite ok, considering its a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound : Damn soft. The only thing to alert me of a phone call is when it vibrates. Even then, not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying key tones. Calendar's wrong but I don't know how to adjust it. I can't figure out how to change ringtones at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it all comes down to one thing. I am a Nokia user, therefore I hate Samsung phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't mention to me about N95. I will hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so am I for using it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they introduced 'comments', to let every user post a message for another user without needing to be approved. So basically comments are unapproved testimonials of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were problems. A user doesn't know it when people leaves comments on his/her profiles, because there are no notifications, and the user can't see it when he/she is logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after sometime, friendster decides its too smart and too lazy. They NEED to do something hardworking but stupid. So they merged comments and testimonials together, making it totally the same. Instead of making notifications for comments or enabling the user to see when comments are given. Merging it is the stupidest option, so they went ahead for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, comments are testimonials requiring approval from user, and testimonials are comments requiring approval from user. They are even displayed in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things still the same. Camwhorers everywhere, chain bulletins, chain mails, shout-outs saying they are going to suicide and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, two girls added me instead of all guys ( FINALLY! But I did not approved yet because I don't know them, and they look like the type who wants to add people just to extend their list. I avoid those because I only want my friends list to be people I really know. Fuck the feature about making friends online, nobody keeps in touch anyway.). But there are still unknown guys trying to add me. I should get screened for 'gay attraction rating'.&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/20644659-6125360315737858714?l=unholysacred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/feeds/6125360315737858714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20644659&amp;postID=6125360315737858714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6125360315737858714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20644659/posts/default/6125360315737858714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unholysacred.blogspot.com/2007/04/language.html' title='Language'/><author><name>The Annoying Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809056600058293206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2119/2077/1600/x-suicidepenguin.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20644659.post-7504231074381034180</id><published>2007-03-30T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:41:50.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update yay!</title><content type='html'>Sorry been a bit lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, two weeks after my grandma passing away, my father's been diagnosed with colon cancer. It is somewhere around stage 2 to stage 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, despite my age, I still am not ready to be an orphan ok? Dad's situation looks bad, the tumour seems to be almost blocking his large intestines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only hope he gets fine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Professor Leslie's topic will be 'People on the net'. Yeah we all know, everyone's a bully in the Internet. Everyone dares to say stuff they never dare to say in reality. After all, virtual world is virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall elaborate each breed that I can think of, and give a rating of how much they deserve to get called an idiot and should be slapped twice or maybe castrated ( guys lar, what to do with girls? ). All Ratings are with a base of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0zS8n54EI/AAAAAAAAABE/UHHiC2xHvcc/s1600-h/Lecherous+face.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0zS8n54EI/AAAAAAAAABE/UHHiC2xHvcc/s320/Lecherous+face.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047747157956354114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, we have the lecherous kind. These are typical males on the net searching for sex, or just some pictures of pretty girls to satisfy themselves. Young and old alike. Though those underage will mention they are '21, tall dark handsome and freaking rich. I am nice and loved by all'. The old China Ah Peks ( assuming age 65, with only 3 strands of hair ) will mention 'I am 18, lots of hair-one ah!. Very the sexy-arh!!. Rich until like siao. Very good stamina oso!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 4. These are the kind to get castrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0z28n54HI/AAAAAAAAABc/Lcatz7Zl7r8/s1600-h/Whiny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0z28n54HI/AAAAAAAAABc/Lcatz7Zl7r8/s320/Whiny.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047747776431644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing the whineys! They are your typical online emos. They will splatter your MSN with their nick (e.g.) 'I deserve to die', 'Love is eternal, but why must you break my heart?', 'I will love you forever even though you don't love me'. You get the idea. Even when you try to cheer them up, they go 'this world is hell! I should die faster!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 0. You don't have to kill them or even abuse them. They kill themselves eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0yqsn54CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GxGVqXHRExs/s1600-h/Hip+Hop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0yqsn54CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GxGVqXHRExs/s320/Hip+Hop.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047746466466619426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys are the trendy kind. They are the trend setters. Leaves a trail of self-created language. In public chatrooms, MSN, these kind are everywhere! Example of self-created language : 'Eh sup bradder we are very the cool and eating turtle balls now! What? Want go keng to mamak for teh? On like microwave oven lar! Ducks will fly also no put aeroplane lah! I swear with my balls lar! Aiya I varoom over your place if you no blif me lar! Dunnid scared long chia wan, I very skill lar! Car see me oso scared one. Police bribe me sammore! I think I very cool leh! Come lar let leng lui see us outside bla bla bla' They can think up of all sorts of words that make sense to them. 'I diao him!!!' 'I want to sut her!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 2 ( they are quite funny actually )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0zb8n54GI/AAAAAAAAABU/d8iuXn0-I08/s1600-h/Untech+savvy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0zb8n54GI/AAAAAAAAABU/d8iuXn0-I08/s320/Untech+savvy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047747312575176802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new breed that occurs inevitably. These guys are the un-net-savvy net users. These guys don't understand computers, and think blogs are used in construction. They think friendster is a pet, and MSN is a kind of chocolate you buy online. Sometimes quite frustrating, but most of the time, you bet your smelly underwear they need help.&lt;br /&gt;'You scroll your cursor over using your mouse..'&lt;br /&gt;'Mouse? Wait I go catch one!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 2.5 ( Ignorance is not a sin!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0ylcn54BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Dh0QRkwhI1E/s1600-h/Flying+hopper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0ylcn54BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Dh0QRkwhI1E/s320/Flying+hopper.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047746376272306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the flying hoppers. They hop around without landing for a solid minute. These guys are annoying, the ones that make noise anyway. Particularly in blogs, their presence can be felt. They just suddenly pop up in your cbox 'Hi there, nice blog ^^' and then they disappear.. forever. Sometimes you wonder is it even worth it to reply them, but you do anyway, in false hope that they will be back to read you say 'Whatever name : Hi. Thanks'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1q3aFZiDV4/Rg0zN8n54DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I3etIR_dTLg/s1600-h/CAPS+people.b
