<?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-2186049656363840696</id><updated>2011-08-11T06:11:16.753-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Superstars'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>I Came, I Saw, I Bullshit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-809211442824968197</id><published>2011-07-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:55:19.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Disney's No Fairytale</title><content type='html'>Whoever said Disney was a world of fairytales needs to reassess his/her train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_8ydghbGSg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato from Disney went through a mental breakdown but let's look on the bright side. She produced Skyscrapper. If she did not go through all the hell, she probably would have still been singing &lt;i&gt;I-love-to-scream&lt;/i&gt; type of songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice may sound rather whiny at certain areas but you have to admit, there is rarely any music videos as emotional as this one. I have never heard of who Demi Lovato is until I saw this video. And this is the only music I liked from her which is not too bright and screams at your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, her makeup was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhzvEcQnZlk/TjH0jzolFXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3mXY9ayihSY/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhzvEcQnZlk/TjH0jzolFXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3mXY9ayihSY/s320/lol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally could not see the resemblance between her old and new self besides the nose. Or maybe it's just the overall colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though, I like Disney but I digress about whether children should be kept disillusioned in the world of fairytales or be slapped in the face with cold harsh reality that not everything has a happy ending. Let's say if we told them the reality from the start, there will probably be more people like Demi Lovato having mental breakdowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-809211442824968197?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/809211442824968197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2011/07/disneys-no-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/809211442824968197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/809211442824968197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2011/07/disneys-no-fairytale.html' title='Disney&apos;s No Fairytale'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r_8ydghbGSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7765425185531727836</id><published>2011-07-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:24:28.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Hi It's mid 2011...and first post this year ftw.</title><content type='html'>Oh Shitz, I haven't blogged for almost a year to the fact that I almost forgot I had a blog. Well, here comes a massive update of what I have been up to. Malaysia's rally for a clean government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bersih.org/"&gt;http://bersih.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I wasn't in the rally but I would've liked to. It's just that I have been really busy lately so much so that my holidays don't feel like holidays at all. Even as I'm writing this, my mind screams at me to sleep. Reading my past posts, I was surprised by my standard of English. Has it always been this good or perhaps my current level of English has deteriorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Epic silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame that on technology. Which is a bad thing since I am currently majoring and working with it. &lt;br /&gt;I also hate how technology has changed this generation's genre of music. People like Justin Bieber, Lady Gaga and &lt;i&gt;others-whose-singing-are-so-bad-that-I-have-forgotten-their-names &lt;/i&gt;are examples of what could not be called real music today. I do admit though that I do like some of Lady Gaga's weird music. As for Justin Bieber, well, he's just Justin Bieber. An annoying stuck up brat who can't even sing properly but thinks he does. Apparently his rabid fans does too. Ew autotune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the comments on Youtube nowadays. Without fail, the name Justin Bieber always pops up with comparison to the music video that's commented on. It always goes something on the lines of "Oh this music is so good not like Justin Bieber's blah blah". I mean if they really hate his singing, then STOP FUCKING SAY&amp;nbsp; HIS NAME ALL OVER OTHER SINGERS' VIDEOS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new love though. It's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/khmaininjai3"&gt;Jervy Hou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His rock rendition of Papparazzi is just wow&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Not many can do a different variation but he even sound better than the original. As a fellow composer myself, I'm impressed. Hats off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Stripes. Old band but only recently heard of them from an acquaintance of mine. Yeah, yeah I know..outdated but hey, I'm not superman, I don't know every singer on Earth. Heck, I bet even Superman doesn't know all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of their songs that's stuck in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0J2QdDbelmY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird I love it. The beats are really catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7765425185531727836?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7765425185531727836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-its-mid-2011and-first-post-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7765425185531727836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7765425185531727836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-its-mid-2011and-first-post-this-year.html' title='Hi It&apos;s mid 2011...and first post this year ftw.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0J2QdDbelmY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7781582851902679559</id><published>2010-10-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:11:27.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Good? What is Good?</title><content type='html'>Looks like the Brangelina really did divorce as predicted ages ago. I pity the children who have to go through all these just from being adopted. Perhaps they were better off not being adopted by these indecisive parents. But then again, it would perhaps be the best since they are physically well taken care of. But emotionally? Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begs to bring up the question of whether relationships are all based on false upfront. A true friend doesn't run away from you when you are in your worst condition and come back when you are at your best. A true friend is not really someone who will unleash all their anger on you so that they will feel better. That is just selfish. With friends like that, who needs enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world I see..are all full of selfish people. Even to the most acclaimed good people, there is bound to be a speck of selfishness. Their thoughts, their actions may seem otherwise but once you look at the bigger picture and their intentions behind all of this, you will know why. For example, this Brangelina thing, there is no culprit of goodness better than adoption and you see the reason why. It is just another boost for fame..not true happiness and goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pretense, they are also based on the world's view on us. It's like we are trapped in our own thinking box and definition of what is what. What really is the definition of coolness? Your cool may seem lame to others and vice versa. In the end, it doesn't really matter. I just don't give a fuck. It will if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7781582851902679559?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7781582851902679559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-what-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7781582851902679559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7781582851902679559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-what-is-good.html' title='Good? What is Good?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-8571291633764963639</id><published>2010-08-02T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:39:20.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Intercepted</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I've seen a Leonardo DiCaprio movie...until I met Inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it a week ago and until now, my friends and I were still discussing the ending it's ending. I don't get what is so confusing about it. It ended with him being stuck in a dream. End of story! But rather amusingly, a friend of mine somehow complicated the situation by saying some philosophical situation revolving the ending...to the fact that I almost get confused myself. But, I shall resolve with the ending...of that guy still being stuck in the dream, HIS dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to look so thin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.posters.ws/images/275308/leonardo_dicaprio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.posters.ws/images/275308/leonardo_dicaprio.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened man...too much good food? Haha, still he's a great actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, it has been months since I last blogged so I shall give an update in my life. I've received one offer for my masters application today. Have yet to apply for the other uni. Hope IDP doesn't screw it up or something..knowing that they did for my first application =.=" which thankfully was corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am blogging from my friend's laptop now..seeing that my laptop faithfully died on the first week that I just flew back to Australia. This is sad man...why did you have to die and land yourself a ticket in the hospital when you were alive and pumping back in Msia just a week ago? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the workshop today and they are still not done with it (a week has passed) but they will call me..or so they claimed. My intense bugging worked haha! They even remember my name :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently hoping to get a new laptop though it would be much more convenient if the old one came back alive. I've heard from my friends and even the workshop people that Acer sucks. Having heard horrid news about them, I shall vow not to buy Acer from now on. Perhaps Asus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been a long time I've blogged, I shall reward the public with a new layout and such..once I feel like it haha. Hopefully not too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebyearbookphotos.com/wp-content/images/leonardo-dicaprio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.celebyearbookphotos.com/wp-content/images/leonardo-dicaprio.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...Leonardo's hairstyle remains the same since he was born! Or..rather as a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-8571291633764963639?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/8571291633764963639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/08/intercepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8571291633764963639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8571291633764963639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/08/intercepted.html' title='Intercepted'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-9048539622516415058</id><published>2010-05-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:22:03.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Bite A Cow's Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://biteacow.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/20/204457.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to be kidding me. Me, an engineer? I can barely even stand Physics lmao (Even though I took it twice but that's not the point :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am almost in between for extravert and introvert. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;And I barely think with feelings or perhaps lack thereof hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection has became crappy again but since today's lecture has been canceled, I decided to spend the free time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week (if everything goes according to plan), I will start my masters application. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe they charge me more for a supposedly better internet connection when actually it felt the same to me. Ugh. Money grabbing people. $.$&lt;br /&gt;See money, Eat money, Die money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-9048539622516415058?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/9048539622516415058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/05/bite-cows-personality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/9048539622516415058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/9048539622516415058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/05/bite-cows-personality.html' title='Bite A Cow&apos;s Personality'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-5824540210646065232</id><published>2010-04-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:34:31.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Double Eww..</title><content type='html'>Ew gross man! A couple of things I saw today make me wanna puuukkkeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was waiting at the bus stop and I saw an old man that looks senile to me. As I watch him suddenly squatting down the roadside, with disgust I came to realize that he was picking up a used cigarette and trying to lit it up so that he can reuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww...wtf man, that was uber gross! It probably has more than trillion germs on it. PLUS...it is like secondhand smoke directly. Either he really has gone cuckoo or he is an obsessive compulsive smoker. Note that I do not need to add the word addict here because &lt;b&gt;any smoker is an addict&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once he started smoking..I am like inhaling third hand smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&amp;nbsp; !&amp;nbsp; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if secondhand wasn't bad enough. I don't wanna die inhaling second/third hand smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another shocking news was...I found out that Ricky Martin is gay. I'm not sure how recent this news is but I was reading a free magazine at a restaurant and when I saw the news, my mouth was like practically wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebiggestnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ricky-martin-picture-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thebiggestnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ricky-martin-picture-2.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Picture not mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said his kids inspired him to be open about it. Double wtf. I notice that a lot of hot guys are either married or gay. E.g Adam Lambert. What a waste man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-5824540210646065232?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/5824540210646065232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/04/double-eww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5824540210646065232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5824540210646065232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/04/double-eww.html' title='Double Eww..'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-766155271699568643</id><published>2010-04-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:00:38.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Permanent Retribution</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I am blogging at this hour. I have a class in like few hour's time and projects due today..and the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably because I've finished most of them but still..I kept having this sinking feeling about something but have no idea what's the cause of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew one of the main reasons. That has been nagging me all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERMANENT RESIDENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is like a life-long dread and it has already been part of my dread so it couldn't be the dread that is current. Do I make any sense? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to dread about in this residence thingy? I can list out a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dread I might not get it. But after viewing the current points for my course, I dread less. Apparently it's quite needed in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Australia and at the same time I hate it. I hate the amount of responsibilities and having to feel all grown up about stuff. I love the freedom. I love the great accessibility of public transport unlike Malaysia. If I am back there, I would have to drive. As you came to know, my driving sucks. The money in Aust is $$$$. So are the bills. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I managed to find a job here, my parents and grandparents would be so proud. And I want a salary that can repay them among helping out other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Applying for PR is so expensive, it can even cause me to bankrupt before I even started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I saw the processes you have to go through just to apply for it. The countless documents. My eyes..my poor eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The people in Australia are nice and helpful in general. Sadly, unlike rude Malaysia although the food in Aust sucks. I eat to survive anyway. I don't survive to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have easy access to church. Unlike Malaysia. Unknown location, &lt;b&gt;transport&lt;/b&gt; again -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts are filled in my head..I feel that it might self-explode anytime. Ugh...7 readings to be done and I have presentation in 2 days time. Double fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-766155271699568643?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/766155271699568643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/04/permanent-retribution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/766155271699568643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/766155271699568643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/04/permanent-retribution.html' title='Permanent Retribution'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-8950350313343964464</id><published>2010-03-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:47:37.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Manly Ghost</title><content type='html'>I had the best workout of my life. Sore from top to bottom; thrilling with adventure and challenge. Alright...maybe I exaggerated but which type of exercise involves seeing huge spiders dangling from top of you in the middle of a half dead desert? &lt;i&gt;Mine does! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hike to Manly beach: by the definition of &lt;b&gt;beach&lt;/b&gt;, I was expecting a soothing and relaxing trip. Little did I know, it turned out to be more of a workout. And constant hearing from other people saying "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6artwlzkBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/o3bkzaAbDPI/s1600-h/Walk+Through+Manly+Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6artwlzkBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/o3bkzaAbDPI/s320/Walk+Through+Manly+Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ex-military path cum tourist site. There were spiders dangling overhead of the branches. Cool yet freaky right?! &lt;i&gt;I probably won't say this if they were lizards. Eww&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6asamB6UUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZLDtPiLX9G8/s1600-h/At+Manly+Nature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6asamB6UUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZLDtPiLX9G8/s320/At+Manly+Nature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and memorable considering that I could have lost touch with nature seeing my course brimming with never ending work. Ugh, I feel like skipping uni today but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6atOMJu7HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zLaFnwE43is/s1600-h/Manly-Map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6atOMJu7HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zLaFnwE43is/s320/Manly-Map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the pictures taken, you can quite possibly tell that it was really hot then. Water was in dire need. The map above shows how far we have jungle trekked. Yup, its from top to bottom of the map...and counting. &lt;i&gt;Seriously&lt;/i&gt;. So much so that I even started saying "Are we there yet??" Lols.&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6auDLCfjsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9SjjStMO7Ac/s1600-h/Manly-View.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6auDLCfjsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9SjjStMO7Ac/s320/Manly-View.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk was quite worth it though. Look at the view! You can see the city from here...and various beaches. Ok..maybe you can't see it from my picture here since I took this pic from my shitty camera phone but you get the idea. Oh btw, that's my friend in the picture, not a ghost haha. Although..this scene would look good in a horror film. Dreamy like...and suddenly BAM! A female long black haired girl walk past singing a cute song in an eerie mood.&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6avSvblM4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-BJGZppy4M/s1600-h/Manly-Scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6avSvblM4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-BJGZppy4M/s320/Manly-Scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one without the ghost! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm off to force myself to finish off the 5 assignments. *Shudders*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-8950350313343964464?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/8950350313343964464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/03/manly-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8950350313343964464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8950350313343964464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/03/manly-ghost.html' title='Manly Ghost'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S6artwlzkBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/o3bkzaAbDPI/s72-c/Walk+Through+Manly+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-6117901817445594018</id><published>2010-03-13T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:46:24.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Sweet-assed Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Philosophy of the day&lt;/span&gt;: Shallow people will never feel anything deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I seriously need to get my lazy butt off and start blogging something..considering that it has been some time since I've last blogged. Or rather..I had been quite busy. I certainly do not intend to leave my last post as morbid as it was. In fact, looking back at it now..I seemed rather..whiny. Damn! I wanna whack myself in the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the outcome of what I assumed in the previous post was quite the opposite. I was welcomed warmly by friends over here in Australia to my surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my landlady giving me a workload of stuff to do, it took me some rather quick thinking into putting the situation to good use.&amp;nbsp; All I just had to do was request her to give me some rave reviews in the end bwahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny and shocking how just a few days before, I was all ready to run back home and just a few days after, I am already used to it. Humans adapt to their environment. Fast. But I didn't expect it to be &lt;i&gt;this fast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As for sneezing..I still am sneezing..though it recently just came up today again *&lt;i&gt;I seriously need to get that swine flu shot next week&lt;/i&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...Facebook restaurant city is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my sweet-assed restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S5tPuwr-nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LChLDrFfwYA/s1600-h/RC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S5tPuwr-nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LChLDrFfwYA/s320/RC.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically anything from Electronic Arts is addictive. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing remained though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate my new housemates!!! &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Newcomers from China that ate so much like they had starved there for dunno god-knows-how-long. They ate until I don't have enough even for myself and some of the other tenants who came later. And the tragic events of people hogging the toilet for more than 2 hours++ resumed again once these newcomers came. Remembering how badly I need to pee then..oh the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should have just charged in&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-6117901817445594018?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/6117901817445594018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-assed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6117901817445594018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6117901817445594018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-assed-day.html' title='Sweet-assed Day!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/S5tPuwr-nXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LChLDrFfwYA/s72-c/RC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-8925462849734101011</id><published>2010-02-28T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:09:00.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Full of DREAD</title><content type='html'>I dread this year. I SERIOUSLY DREAD THIS YEAR. I can already feel the imminent hand of death holding a huge pile of work about to slap my face with it. And the first class has not even started yet. Well..it is about to start soon which is making my anxiety worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, my landlady decided to increase the rent and tell me about it last minute. WHAT THE...&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see me begging on the streets.And..my flu shot has worn off. I am sneezing like mad. This is not good. This is so not good. I NEED THAT FLU SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, my landlady gave me a huge pile of work to do. Just because I know how to do Photoshop. WHAT THE F.... Don't you know how freaking busy I am?? AND I AM NOT YOUR FREE-OF-CHARGE SECRETARY!! I know this is like being good to people or something since she has helped me with one minor problem BUT..I can smell exploitation even from MILES away. F U la!! I am not going to help anymore. I already have my own problems and work to deal with. And they are on the brink of overloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home to&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Jun_Ki"&gt; Lee Jun Ki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great..I am still sane I think, at least I can still joke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;i&gt;you are dreading something&lt;/i&gt; when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- count the time left towards something that is about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;- can't stop thinking about it subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;- want time to fast forward over it while you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed seriously looks inviting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-8925462849734101011?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/8925462849734101011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-of-dread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8925462849734101011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8925462849734101011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-of-dread.html' title='Full of DREAD'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-9101904235773128534</id><published>2010-02-27T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:24:42.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Koreany..</title><content type='html'>So..now I am back in Australia after having been quite a while back in Malaysia. Doubt my friends even notice though. Not even a goodbye wish. And..I just found out my landlady's father died. Anymore sad surprises you have in store for me God? Not that I blame you..just mere questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides me missing my home already. I am starving to death and all the convenient stores are closed. Fark. And its already my bed time. Double fark.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've gone all Koreany after watching this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzCgTfQqExA"&gt;Time Between Dog And Wolf &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The song rocks and everything rocks except the ending sucks. Not like it's the director's fault. Chinapek's translation of Korean to English subtitles due to bad&lt;strike&gt; piracy&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I feel emo. That's like saying I am addicted to drugs. After 6 hours of shitload non-stop movies, I don't really feel good. I could even feel my head spinning in the plane. Or maybe that's just the plane. But..that would be a dangerous thing then wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current band I am addicted to right now: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Epik High&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rock man..I love their songs but my favorite is One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-9101904235773128534?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/9101904235773128534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/02/koreany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/9101904235773128534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/9101904235773128534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/02/koreany.html' title='Koreany..'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-2316334222176188360</id><published>2010-01-27T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:10:55.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Is Crazy</title><content type='html'>If you ever so much as say one defamatory word against a sultan or anyone of high authority, you will suffer dire consequences even if it is the truth. No one dares to speak up and stand up for one's thoughts in this country Malaysia especially with all the political turmoil making it much worse. Well, we can only state such thoughts through the online system and yet risk getting prosecuted if caught. What, protest openly and to what avail? This isn't US of A where one can simply sue including the government, heck sue whatever they stand up for and might actually change something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue of blocking the progress of freedom in this case is corruption.&amp;nbsp; No matter how right one might be, corruption shuts it all. What, prosecute a judge for corruption and put it on the headlines like China? No, what we do here is in fact take part in that corruption. I am not saying everyone does it but this is practically the typical Malaysians' thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh man...I got caught for speeding. How much you want?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mari, mari saya belanja".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to sound off as cynical but this "tak apa" attitude is sadly vast among the Malaysians. Unless it is religious. Such recent incidents such as the destruction of several churches and throwing boars' heads over to the mosques&amp;nbsp; just shows how thin our unity is..or at least appears to be. Whoever did this must be insane or did this in hopes to create a racial and religious tension which could happen all over again. Heck, it had happened before, why can't it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even many of our politicians are racists:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A leader is what makes a nation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are doomed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib admist the chaos stood calmly and spewed out rational and thoughtful speeches. Najib...of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Malaysia gone crazy? It seems to be on the brink of collapsing..at least economically, said Anwar in one of his opinions "&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"Muslims Have No Monopoly over Allah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I soooo do not look forward to year 2020. Will it ever come? Worse than expected, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-2316334222176188360?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/2316334222176188360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-is-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2316334222176188360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2316334222176188360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-is-crazy.html' title='Malaysia Is Crazy'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-2372634400753499309</id><published>2010-01-18T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:29:07.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Avatar Break</title><content type='html'>Here I am blogging from the office..trying desperately not to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..maybe not. It's&lt;b&gt; lunch break&lt;/b&gt; :p I am entitled to take a break and that includes blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a really busy week, correction &lt;i&gt;busy weeks&lt;/i&gt;. My cousin has a birthday party coming this week. &lt;i&gt;And you wonder why I have to start earning&lt;/i&gt;. With all the birthdays coming up, it's a miracle I am still rich. Ok maybe not. Just wishful thinking but rich enough to save my ass from dying of hunger everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen Avatar last week in 3D form and I must say, I am both disappointed and elated at the same time. Weird? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;What I am disappointed in is that the 3D form is not very impressive and inconsistent. One minute it was "Oh wow, I feel like I am part of the movie!" and the next you feel like "It's freaking paper".&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is nothing unusual and standout but... There is always a BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Something about it is so emotional and heart wrenching that I loved it! &lt;i&gt;Yeah, yeah, says the over-emotional blogger&lt;/i&gt;. But it's true anyway. Go watch it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a futuristic ideology where one plays with the idea of living as your avatar. Avatar such as your alter ego in games. Wouldn't that be cool. Except that I won't want to end up as the main character in Resident Evil being eaten alive. Heck, if both lives are merged together, there is no escape, you only have one live not two. Ha! &lt;i&gt;Die sucker&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt; get that Avatar theme song. There is something thrilling and majestic about it. In fact, in all inspirational movies, their songs are inspirational. Good for listening when you had a bad day or feel like a couch potato and there is no coffee available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I observed about Avatar though is that those blue aliens looked like Mystique from X-Men with a combination of Sakai features. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-2372634400753499309?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/2372634400753499309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2372634400753499309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2372634400753499309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-break.html' title='Avatar Break'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-2700938275261333143</id><published>2010-01-01T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:47:39.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>The Truth Is..</title><content type='html'>Men and women can never be equal. I say that in various terms of definition and characteristics. Take for example, I tend to relax when hanging out with guys more. Why? Because I am a tomboy? The answer is not necessarily. You see, when hanging out with girls, they usually focus more on looks. Image, beauty. Oh mirror mirror, am I&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; pretty&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be super observant when it comes to their friends' looks besides their own. Like "Hey, nice haircut." or "Is that a new handbag?" Blah blah. Of course, not saying that this is a bad thing but people tend to be more self conscious about their own looks if hanging out with the generic definition of female. You won't want to look like you just woke up of bed when you meet them because they will be like "Oh Mi GOSH *&lt;b&gt;dramatic tone&lt;/b&gt;* &lt;i&gt;What happened to your hair&lt;/i&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying all female are like that (which explains the generic statement) but this is when the issue comes in. If you are not typically female, you are considered a tomboy. And if you are a guy with a bit of feminine touch, they will either think you are gay or a transsexual. I mean, how to be equal with already such prejudiced culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an anti-feminism post, no. However, I am saying that we will most likely never be truly equal in several ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to another issue about those shallow comments. Don't you just hate it when people judge a book by its cover? The funny and personal thing is I hate shallow people but sometimes I can be quite shallow as well. This is one reason why we can never find a soulmate which is the exact similar as oneself. We technically repel one another. In mannerism and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;newsflash&lt;/b&gt; about me: I am starting work soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-2700938275261333143?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/2700938275261333143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2700938275261333143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/2700938275261333143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-is.html' title='The Truth Is..'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-6186082854143326691</id><published>2009-12-25T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:13:08.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Drifts, Trips, Rifts.</title><content type='html'>So much happened over the past few weeks. I came back from Egypt, got an internship related to my course not to mention a lot of shit happening. By shit, I meant the amount of failures and successes in my family. However, it is about my relatives so I will not say anymore about this even though I strongly feel like I want to punch and splash red paint on someone.&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sys1gCZrxEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygsIvbC8g3E/s1600-h/Me+At+Piramids+%28small%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sys1gCZrxEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygsIvbC8g3E/s320/Me+At+Piramids+%28small%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So let's talk about the happy things instead. &lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Egypt trip&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired the ancient Egyptians on how they used to be so advanced at that very time. The umbrella, slippers, clothing and many other stuff was first thought of by the Pharaohs there. Too bad taking pictures are not allowed in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However all the pyramids are empty as all of them are robbed. I was disappointed by that fact in which I had hoped to see it as it were before..in all its former glory.&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SzSsG-0iOyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4JJXA_XaJaM/s1600-h/Fort+%28small%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SzSsG-0iOyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4JJXA_XaJaM/s320/Fort+%28small%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present Egypt however, was depressing not to mention I was disgusted by them. Rubbish was thrown all over the city and the service was bad. &lt;i&gt;And I thought Malaysian service was bad enough&lt;/i&gt;. At least they bothered to smile when providing a service even though it was fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SzSrHdojTGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tyC2nnAvovo/s1600-h/MJ+at+Hard+Rock+Cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SzSrHdojTGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tyC2nnAvovo/s320/MJ+at+Hard+Rock+Cafe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine seeing Micheal Jackson's real hat in Egypt too (in Hard Rock Cafe)! One wonders where else did he go too when he was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to hear his latest song, &lt;b&gt;This Is It&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God rest his soul. Oh and &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-6186082854143326691?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/6186082854143326691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/12/drifts-trips-rifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6186082854143326691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6186082854143326691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/12/drifts-trips-rifts.html' title='Drifts, Trips, Rifts.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sys1gCZrxEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygsIvbC8g3E/s72-c/Me+At+Piramids+%28small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-4439253822559347346</id><published>2009-11-29T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:05:16.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>World's Greatest Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Time for a joke. My maid ran away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, it &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;/i&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a police report blah blah the usual procedures but I am sure I won't see her sorry ass anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Denny Crane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm talking about? Watch this : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Legal"&gt;Denny Crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's Boston Legal TV series. Funniest series ever. You should watch it. Unless you have something against the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am supposed to be leaving for Egypt today. How does one describe the feeling of excitement and irritation mixed up together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am feeling about going to Egypt now. Yup. I seem to have forgotten something which is thus my irritation but I can't seem to figure out what that is.&lt;i&gt; Oh wait&lt;/i&gt;, maybe I do remember but I do not want to.&lt;br /&gt;It's this: Why does every time I am about to go away elsewhere then only all the invitations to go out with my friends turned up more frequent than ever??....And then I had to turn them down because I won't have enough time to pack and get ready for the trips. World peace. &lt;i&gt;World's greatest timing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Denny Crane&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Egoistical s.o.b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's why I like the series. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Bee yesterday. She looked as pretty as ever...holding kids. &lt;i&gt;Okkk&lt;/i&gt;...but last I remember, she was only one year older than me. I might be missing something but I'm gonna blame it on my trips and excellent timing for having absolutely no idea whats going on in my friends' lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-4439253822559347346?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/4439253822559347346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/worlds-greatest-timing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4439253822559347346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4439253822559347346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/worlds-greatest-timing.html' title='World&apos;s Greatest Timing'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-420603968046966102</id><published>2009-11-22T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:24:58.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Maid's A Victim. What A Joke.</title><content type='html'>Maids are victims? You got to be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Whatever blatant bullshit they throw at you in defense of maids getting abused, you have yet to see it from the other side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example this very personal experience I am encountering now, we have treated this maid nothing better than fair, we did not force her to do too much work, have a suitable timetable and all and guess what did we get in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;b&gt;no-fucking-where to be seen&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad smsed her, she said she's stuck in traffic and will be back soon. E-excuse me?! This lame excuse is old and used so many times that even oxymorons will know its fake. Traffic jam for more than 6 hours and counting? Where did she go to?! Alaska to catch fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brace for the next thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Filipino! Yes...not only Indonesian maids have crazy incidents. Even Filipino maids have shitass attitude especially when they're always yakking on the phone while doing their job. SEE?! This is lenient...allowing them to yak on the phone. &lt;i&gt;And they said we Malaysian abuse maids&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we pay them so they can disappear on us and show us attitude? Moreover with the ever increasing inflation on their wages, it is really more unpleasant for us employers to even hire them. WE DO NOT HAVE A CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see my parents worrying when she will be back, it makes me sick to the core. And the maid doesn't even feel the remotest guilt about it.&amp;nbsp; I have hinted to them many times to sack her but we do not have a choice as there is a fucking contract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maids are victims? It's no black and white matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bet with my mother whether she will be back by the time we went back which is almost 3.30pm. And sad to say, I was right. That sonovabitch has yet to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me I would've sacked her. Hopefully we won't have to lodge a police report but that was what we said as an ultimatum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-420603968046966102?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/420603968046966102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/maids-victim-what-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/420603968046966102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/420603968046966102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/maids-victim-what-joke.html' title='Maid&apos;s A Victim. What A Joke.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-5124232987596056608</id><published>2009-11-05T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:20:52.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I'm A Rebel, World.</title><content type='html'>This world is born a rebel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand it. Why does people have to do the exact opposite of what they're told or what they know will most likely befall them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the recent drowning cases for example. There has been many people drowning by swimming in rivers recently yet people keep doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/11/5/nation/5044629&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Death of 3 UTAR Students&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say that if we are so paranoid of what tragedy to happen to us then we might never get anything done. However, there IS a difference between being paranoid and plain sensible. As for the news regarding the "Mountain God" punishing those students, the hilarious thought of it is no where even near its superstition. Mountain God. Haha. What next? The &lt;i&gt;monkey king&lt;/i&gt; coming out to save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zuYQ3f-34xI/Snr-COjWQfI/AAAAAAAABog/WrWj9wpJJik/s1600/Rubbish01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zuYQ3f-34xI/Snr-COjWQfI/AAAAAAAABog/WrWj9wpJJik/s320/Rubbish01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take this image I found from the internet for example. Either the person is Malay illiterate or that person thinks doing this is really funny. The EXACT total opposite of what the sign asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..when will we finally learn? After encountering some tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, some people have experienced such tragedy and still not regret what they did or merely forget about the lesson over a period of time. My, my such rebels.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised&amp;nbsp; if our attitudes&lt;i&gt; doomed &lt;/i&gt;us one day. THEN we might learn.&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SvK90ioeApI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cJ3hyLI_WRc/s1600-h/One+Legged+Monkey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SvK90ioeApI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cJ3hyLI_WRc/s320/One+Legged+Monkey.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, I took a snapshot of a one-legged monkey swinging outside my house one day. I didn't notice it was missing one leg until it started limping.&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Sad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I thought was really unfair and cynical of the world is that people kept waiting for Obama to make a slip and if he does, I bet they will make sure he fall down hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...give him a break! I know his speeches were the cause of such high expectations of him but a person can only do so much at a given time with vultures hovering around him. And if he does fall, what? What next? Are you people happy now? We'll see who be laughing now and I bet it won't be you US citizens because your future lies in his hands. Political rivals? Probably the only ones who will be laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is out there making a change, we are in here sitting on our fat laurels laughing at him. Wtf. Once again, the&lt;i&gt; exact &lt;/i&gt;opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame we don't have anyone like Obama in our country. Nooo...we're too busy squabbling and plotting against one another to actually do any good to the country. Pak Lah tried and failed miserably. There are even some rumors of him being corrupt. I would not justify nor would I deny this statement but it is inevitable that every politicians have to be even slightly corrupted to be able to withstand against others in politics. Unless you are given total power and that wouldn't work in a democratic country like Malaysia. It would be catastrophic to give a huge amount of power to the wrong hands too. Like &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Bushman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-5124232987596056608?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/5124232987596056608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-rebel-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5124232987596056608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5124232987596056608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-rebel-world.html' title='I&apos;m A Rebel, World.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zuYQ3f-34xI/Snr-COjWQfI/AAAAAAAABog/WrWj9wpJJik/s72-c/Rubbish01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-5111377276229130244</id><published>2009-11-01T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:46:37.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>It's A Steal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Su6JfTGDhzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKyLmLLOMes/s1600-h/Tomato+Rice+With+Chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Su6JfTGDhzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKyLmLLOMes/s320/Tomato+Rice+With+Chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not been cooking a real dish for some time and yesterday I decided to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting tomato rice with chicken and some greens. I tweaked the original recipe with some other added spices such as Masala. It was my first time cooking that and I am full of self praise for myself&amp;nbsp; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say that I still prefer baking as you get to enjoy your own cooking much longer e.g. you get to keep the cookies while cooking dishes such as tomato rice will most likely be finished over one single meal. &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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Su6LOHEwreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VSbzbKkRV2w/s1600-h/Blue+Ray+Player.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Su6LOHEwreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VSbzbKkRV2w/s320/Blue+Ray+Player.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Btw, btw, my dad bought a blue ray disc player! For just 1k, its a steal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've seen much of a difference in quality but perhaps its just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object allowfullscreen="" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" data="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/embed/10000302" height="262" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/embed/10000302"/&gt;&lt;param name="loop" value="false"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #393939; border: 1px solid rgb(74, 74, 74); height: 16px; width: 428px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/film-and-tv/" style="color: #dddddd;"&gt;More Film and TV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/" style="color: #dddddd;"&gt;CNET TV.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/film-and-tv/reel-weekend/movie-review-protege-10000302.htm#showembed" style="color: #dddddd;"&gt;Embed this player&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cnettv.co.uk/film-and-tv/reel-weekend/movie-review-protege-10000302.htm#postcomment" style="color: #dddddd;"&gt;Add a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw check out Protege, it's a good film about drugs! Not that I find drugs any interesting but after watching this movie I have a much better knowledge about it :D&lt;br /&gt;The acting and story is quite good too so give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogogo shoo shoo shoo! What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Post end here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-5111377276229130244?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/5111377276229130244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-steal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5111377276229130244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/5111377276229130244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-steal.html' title='It&apos;s A Steal!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Su6JfTGDhzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKyLmLLOMes/s72-c/Tomato+Rice+With+Chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-4261274378910366136</id><published>2009-10-29T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:59:23.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Back</title><content type='html'>I've been back in Malaysia for a few days although the shitty Streamyx connection prevented me from telling so. AND I was welcomed by the good old fever and vomit too. Yes, I have never once felt this sick in Aust but it seems to be uncommon in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular friend of mine whom I must applaud for his happy-go-lucky attitude. I mean I admire his ability to deal with everything so cheerfully but I shall not give him a name. One wouldn't be surprised if I were to say he is always on ecstasy. I hope one day to achieve that kind of attitude too. Unfortunately I am not that kind of person and there are more shit in my life or I would like to think so. I suppose I should be grateful to even be a person and for the shit in my life. That..I leave it up for you guys to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear, this person is going to Egypt soon for a holiday! Good riddance or whatnot I will keep this blog spammed with pictures and loads of adventures about it once I am back or so. I went to the tourism office today and the price almost choked me to death but it was worth the package. Slightly more than a week and hardly any rest but that's gonna make every cent's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My dog once again ran away and cower in fear when he saw me coming back from Aust. What the hell, did I do something to deserve this? Ungrateful mutt. This is what I get for treating you to nice walks and food. &lt;br /&gt;Good thing is he seemed to come to his senses today and finally remembered me as a nice human being AND owner AND stopped running away. He even left all his fur over my shoes. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-4261274378910366136?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/4261274378910366136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4261274378910366136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4261274378910366136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Back'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-6366177056689462587</id><published>2009-10-22T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:14:03.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>This Bitch Had Enough</title><content type='html'>I am sooooooo glad all my projects are done. And I will be going back to Malaysia on Saturday. Finally! After all this dying, I get to rest. Not to mention that I don't have to face that bossy s.o.b again. Yes, I finally found someone worse than that member who hardly contributed. I hate bossy people more than lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what is worse is that she is bossy AND arrogant. And I hate arrogant people more than bossy. It was really funny when another member finally had enough of her and told her off while taking her phone away. LOL. That was a classic move. I wouldn't have thought of that. No, I don't feel sorry for her, I say she deserved being yelled at. There must be something wrong with her, she wouldn't give the other member the file so she can finish her part of the project. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like that member overreacted when she yelled and chase after that s.o.b but I understand how she felt because I encountered the same thing too. Except that my approach was different. I tolerated and tried to work with her under peaceful terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something inside me snapped today. I finally had enough too. She was bossing me around as usual and I was in a really bad mood. I kept thinking "If you are so fussy, why don't do it yourself?" And she kept saying that she have to finish another project or she won't have time to do it. FUCK la, I had lesser time to do it than her and yet I managed to get everything done in time and earlier than the actual deadline itself. If you would stop bossing, bragging and playing around, perhaps you would have enough time, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had enough when she told me "You can't tell the difference between left and right?" Wtf, of course I can tell which is left and which is right. It's just that I woke up early to finish the part which is not even my responsibility AND I barely slept last night because of this fucking project. So I talked to her calmly and stormed out of the room. Lmao, you should've seen her face. She totally shut up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I was feeling much better but I was still in a pretty shit mood. The other member actually told me "I hate to see you upset because you're the hope of this project". At first I thought this is bullcrap or just plainly trying to cheer me up but then I saw she really sound and looked sincere. My temper deflated from then onwards. LOL I'm too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw checked out Rihanna's new song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvQZdjduv5A&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Rihanna's New Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her singing style really changed. In fact, everything changed even the way she dressed. I suspect like many others the cause of this is because of Chris Brown. I actually liked the tune of Russian Roulette BUT I think a few changes must be made. It has too much music effects muffling her singing, it actually covers the emotions behind her voice. And there are some parts where it can get pretty intense if she increases her pitch but instead the way she sings is like she is really tired of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must say I prefer Rihanna's music compared to Chris Brown's because his music annoys the hell out of me. I remember the first and last song I heard from Chris Brown, "With You". Omg, that was like...a recorder broke down or something. Seriously, I am totally surprised that it can even win awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris Brown, I'm really happy for you, I'll let you finish but Rihanna has better music then you do".&lt;br /&gt;BETTER MUSIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...probably not her song "Umbrella". That is hell of an annoying song too. Ella...ella..NOOOOO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-6366177056689462587?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/6366177056689462587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-bitch-had-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6366177056689462587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/6366177056689462587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-bitch-had-enough.html' title='This Bitch Had Enough'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-3742715864223611434</id><published>2009-10-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:30:19.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>A Second Chance?</title><content type='html'>It has been a hectic week one after another. My panda eyes grew bigger by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the inevitable happened. We received evaluation forms on other members' contribution. Our honest opinion on who contributed the most or not. I was flabbergasted. This was the first time I have ever heard of such a thing. Probably because it was my &lt;i&gt;constant whining&lt;/i&gt; in the project blogs rofl. Or to my friends. Or to other places. Other people. HAHAHA...I do love complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was furious at this particular member's lack of contribution but recently her constant pestering if she could do anything (and I actually saw she looked pretty sincere) sort of deflated my temper. When I heard of another member's hatred to her...something towards the line of &lt;b&gt;go die&lt;/b&gt; deflated my temper even more -_-&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked this lazy member as a friend but not working with her. So I started to feel sorry for her even though I shouldn't as she deserved it. As I stare at the evaluation form, images and this video of Ris Low popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMMtHvmTiXc"&gt;PCK Version Of Ris Low&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former Ms Singapore World has been dethroned of her glory because of a past credit card fraud. And many were debating whether she should be given a second chance or not. For me I think she deserves a second chance; not to say that she is to be forgiven for her fraud or anything but she deserves it because of her potential. Though I must say she does lack the potential to speak fluent English. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't notice anything wrong until I saw the PCK version of her interview and that I actually could not understand some words she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOM&lt;/b&gt;. Ya'know, that shouts&lt;b&gt; ME&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the pauses in-between what she was saying was painstakingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lite-news.com/wp-content/uploads/Ris-low.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.lite-news.com/wp-content/uploads/Ris-low.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However as for my member, it is sort of too late for a second chance now. What is done is done. And the more she helps &lt;i&gt;the more I ended up fixing her problems&lt;/i&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So as I looked at the form, I filled it out with the truth. Nothing beats honesty but I made my comments less brutal as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pray pray arrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-3742715864223611434?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/3742715864223611434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3742715864223611434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3742715864223611434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-chance.html' title='A Second Chance?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-4964513792629835430</id><published>2009-10-11T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:57:39.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>You Know You Want It</title><content type='html'>Life's a bitch. And she loves throwing all hard decisions for me to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this soothing my soul in very stressful times:-&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StG8z3K2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hcpSzEKXQKY/s1600-h/Double+Blend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StG8z3K2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hcpSzEKXQKY/s320/Double+Blend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Double blend hot chocolate and 99% fat free too! How tempting! Especially when its really chilly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant to buy it at first as I saw the price and it costs around 7 Aud. Which is same price as a huge can of Milo that can last me longer.&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;I was about to give up on buying this when I saw the back cover:&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StG_g-k9rwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kSFLHAdO-r4/s1600-h/Double+Blend+Surrender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StG_g-k9rwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kSFLHAdO-r4/s320/Double+Blend+Surrender.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know you want me. You want to hold me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have me to yourself and indulge in my exotic West African and Ecuadorian cocoa ways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am yours. Don't fight it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Resistance is futile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surrender to your senses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I am usually not a sucker for an advertisement so dodgy but something about it struck me. It was hilarious and I was in need of something good to pamper myself with in these stressful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did not regret it one bit! It was so delicious I say its worth every 7 Aud of that can Milo. Too bad I don't have any marshmallows as that would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StHCvfG2vhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dnjhZlKBQUE/s1600-h/Green+Tea++Ice+Cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StHCvfG2vhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dnjhZlKBQUE/s200/Green+Tea++Ice+Cream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;green tea ice cream&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, I have no idea how I could be persuaded into eating such cold stuff in very chilly weather. However for just 1 Aud its worth it. I was even surprised by what I tasted when I tried it. It was really good and had a mild taste of vanilla flavour to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it was sooo good that I feel like having it again. Although the color does remind me of wasabi. &lt;b&gt;Wasabi ice cream&lt;/b&gt;?! Ever heard of that? Someone actually did a prank with that..tricking the poor unsuspecting victim into thinking that it was green tea ice cream. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StHFNm3-s1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QWXQAVlkxRo/s1600-h/Wawa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StHFNm3-s1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QWXQAVlkxRo/s200/Wawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Probably tempted by my friend's face. Evil Evelyn &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reading and preparing my response for presentation tomorrow -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-4964513792629835430?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/4964513792629835430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-you-want-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4964513792629835430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/4964513792629835430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-you-want-it.html' title='You Know You Want It'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/StG8z3K2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hcpSzEKXQKY/s72-c/Double+Blend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-439746011467192575</id><published>2009-10-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:30:11.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Wickedness OF Public Bus Drivers</title><content type='html'>I am so busy with projects right now that I even surprised myself being able to have the time to blog. Yes, the past few weeks I was drowning in projects trying to fit them all into the deadlines. Moreover, due to stupid reasons my flight can't be delayed and I had to ask one lecturer to bring forward the deadline. RM300 leh the ticket!! Simply can't pass it up. 80% discount!! But still..more work for me, less time for me to complete it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheapskate. Hahahaha... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had really been bothering me was the group projects. But I shall not complain and bitch about it here because I am sick of repeating it over and over again. Bottomline is...let's ask yourselves this question. You have within this small amount of time to finish everything and...the others are slowing the project down because they can't seem to do it (lightly putting it). And you &lt;b&gt;need that freaking distinction&lt;/b&gt;. So, you have no choice but to do it right? Problem is you already have so much on your hands. Ouch. The world can be so sadistic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sadistic, today I shall talk about the wickedness of public bus drivers. How you love to hate them and hate to love them. There are so many examples of their wickedness that I don't really know where to begin first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, first, I'll start with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop, I was waving my hand to the bus driver to stop. He drove by while staring at me. And the bus wasn't even full. @#$^@$$!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Scenario 2 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wave my hand to the incoming bus driver. He screeched to a halt and cursed "Goddamn it!!! F***!!".&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?! &lt;i&gt;Looks like someone had a bad day&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bus driver refuses to stop when I told him to AND I already pressed the bell.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Scenario 4&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver drove pass from a distance. He didn't even BOTHER to come near the bus stop. **** you la!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Scenario 5&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver purposely drive near me and blow all the dust in my face when he wasn't even stopping to drop any passengers. I had an allergic reaction after that.&lt;i&gt; I swear to God I will....!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about this is that they do not only happen once and specifically to individual bus drivers and people but it has occurred couple of times! But most of the time is that, I keep seeing my bus number when I was reaching the bus stop. And judging by the distance, I always miss it by the time I reach the bus stop. Then I have to wait quite a while before the other bus comes.&lt;i&gt; Seriously hating it day by day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are exceptions where the bus drivers were especially nice and there was one time when everyone gets a free ride because the machine to insert your ticket was broken. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;A few other times, some of them actually waited for me to get to the other end of the road which is the bus stop and see if I am getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that does not stop me from hating the majority of them. Yes, majority of them are cranky oxymorons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to finishing my projects now -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want my life back!!&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-439746011467192575?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/439746011467192575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/wickedness-of-public-bus-drivers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/439746011467192575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/439746011467192575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/wickedness-of-public-bus-drivers.html' title='Wickedness OF Public Bus Drivers'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7836813181084795959</id><published>2009-10-07T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:11:35.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Bitch Turned Sissy</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that many derogatory stereotypes are based on women? I mean words such as bimbo and dumb blondes. You seldom hear people referring dumb blondes to a blonde male. They probably just call him stupid but they never relate dumb blonde jokes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean..why all these special words just for women? Like bimbo..by saying bimbo it is obviously implied that the woman is pretty but stupid but the nearest word for this that can be applied to a male is jock. And then again it won't be complete without the word dumb. Dumb jock. I mean just calling someone a jock doesn't imply that he is handsome AND stupid. It usually means he's just handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sexist world. this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if a male "scores" they say "You're THE Man!" like he is so macho and all. On the other hand, if a female "scores", they will probably just say "Ew, slut!" &lt;i&gt;joking or no joking&lt;/i&gt;. Being a bachelor for man is cool. A single woman is not. Wtf...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsxWKQvyZpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Utj5QmQGVNA/s1600-h/Chickflick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsxWKQvyZpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Utj5QmQGVNA/s200/Chickflick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which is why chick flick books like this sell. It is about people's lives being turned upside down all because of stereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quoting Feminist attorney &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jo_Freeman" title="Jo Freeman"&gt;Jo Freeman&lt;/a&gt; (Joreen) authored the "Bitch manifesto" in 1968 &lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-14"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitch#cite_note-14"&gt;[15]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitch#cite_note-15"&gt;[16]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Bitch takes shit from no one. You may not like her, but you cannot ignore her....[Bitches] have loud voices and often use them. Bitches are not pretty....Bitches seek their identity strictly thru themselves and what they do. They are subjects, not objects...Often they do dominate other people when roles are not available to them which more creatively sublimate their energies and utilize their capabilities. More often they are accused of domineering when doing what would be considered natural by a man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of a bitch. I do not agree on the &lt;i&gt;bitches not pretty&lt;/i&gt; part though. They CAN be pretty and bitchy at the same time. Pretty bitchy? Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My definition of a sissy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sissy takes shit from everyone.You may or may not like him but you can ignore him. Sissy can be pretty...&lt;i&gt;gay&lt;/i&gt;..Sissies seek their identity strictly through themselves (yadda yadda pretty much the same here). &lt;br /&gt;Often others dominate them whether the roles are available or not which more creatively snuffed their energies and used up their capabilities. More often they are accused of doing what would be considered natural by a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btich evolved to new word sissy. Well feminism does have its rewards. An eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to guys here ;)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;unless you admit you're a sissy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7836813181084795959?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7836813181084795959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitch-turned-sissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7836813181084795959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7836813181084795959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitch-turned-sissy.html' title='Bitch Turned Sissy'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsxWKQvyZpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Utj5QmQGVNA/s72-c/Chickflick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7428195532935779152</id><published>2009-10-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:23:58.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>All Plastic</title><content type='html'>Beauty pageants are overrated and fake and this article just helped to confirm it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/1092967/Miss-Venezuela-feels-economic-pinch"&gt;Miss Venezuela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting the news it says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sousa denied the cuts, however, would mean fewer dresses or&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; less plastic surgery for girls competing&lt;/span&gt;. Venezuela has one of the highest rates of cosmetic surgery in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plastic&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;surgery! Okay deep down inside I knew that this wasn't so surprising as they could not possibly look so perfect without having done some minor surgery but if that is the case, it is the real natural beauty. I know they say that beauty pageants aren't all about beauty too, it includes inner beauty with character blah blah blah but still....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that in a way unfair for the other contestants? I mean, why can't they just go in natural  and then...we will be able to judge correctly not based on all the plastic make ups. It's like covering all your flaws to win. I mean isn't this competition supposed to be judging who is more fit to be a beauty queen by differencing the person that stands out most? Or accepting the flaws and even managed to outshine with them? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now THAT is the real beauty queen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that can be achieved if all of them only go in as they are and not pretend what they aren't. I mean, part of this is judging character and looks you say, may not affect it much. If that is the case, why not just change it to character pageants then? Since basically everyone did plastic surgery and looks almost similar- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plasticky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/1105177/Australian-wins-Nobel-Prize-for-medicine"&gt;Specific Cell Found For Eternal Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hear all the excitement from the beauty queens&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Elizabeth Blackburn made a major breakthrough in that and in the future, we may even be able to have a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;. Now that's a major breakthrough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7428195532935779152?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7428195532935779152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-plastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7428195532935779152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7428195532935779152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-plastic.html' title='All Plastic'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7254768714401701986</id><published>2009-10-03T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:48:12.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By changing space, by leaving the space of one's visual sensibilities, one enters into communication with a space that is psychically innovating. … For we do not change place, we change our nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         Gaston Bachelard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Poetics of Space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, 1964. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.immersence.com/publications/char/1996-CD-Comp_Graphics.html#1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssf4obeyuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KrrpIkzqWck/s1600-h/Wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssf4obeyuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KrrpIkzqWck/s200/Wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548852627454338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf..I am supposed to be writing a whole essay about this when I can barely understand what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allsux.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/wtf-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I could not tell you enough what I was feeling when I stare at this phrase over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allsux.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/wtf-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 101px;" src="http://allsux.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/wtf-copy.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mycynicalpov.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 136px;" src="http://mycynicalpov.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/wtf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok fine, perhaps I can.&lt;br /&gt;How I hate it when people have to get all flowery and beat the bush when they could just get directly to the point. But then again, art would then cease to exist wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. There are straightforward arts but it is the mystery shrouding it that makes an artwork interesting. Need I lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at Mona Lisa for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.osbornevillagestudio.com/images/mona-lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.osbornevillagestudio.com/images/mona-lisa.jpg" alt="" 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;We probably will not be as intrigued if she looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lawlink.nsw.gov.au/lawlink/legislation_policy/ll_lpd.nsf/vwFiles/mona_lisa+mr_bean.jpg/$file/mona_lisa+mr_bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.lawlink.nsw.gov.au/lawlink/legislation_policy/ll_lpd.nsf/vwFiles/mona_lisa+mr_bean.jpg/$file/mona_lisa+mr_bean.jpg" alt="" 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;Or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Z8Vc6_ZYo/SY_nLZ_LVbI/AAAAAAAABqw/d2QMFX9kUjo/s400/monalisa+lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Z8Vc6_ZYo/SY_nLZ_LVbI/AAAAAAAABqw/d2QMFX9kUjo/s400/monalisa+lego.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok perhaps we would but we will probably not go on debating the whole meaning behind what the picture actually means. For all we know, Leonardo Da Vinci might only be painting it as it is. But then again, he wouldn't be a world renown artist if he did just that, didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/wtf-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 156px;" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/wtf-monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7254768714401701986?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7254768714401701986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/wtf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7254768714401701986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7254768714401701986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/wtf.html' title='Wtf'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssf4obeyuYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KrrpIkzqWck/s72-c/Wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7335454093136352202</id><published>2009-10-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:01:44.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Love Myself</title><content type='html'>It's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsbhyyqM_jI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLsN30od3rQ/s1600-h/Oat+Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsbhyyqM_jI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLsN30od3rQ/s200/Oat+Milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388242266903871026" 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;Oat Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssbh7V6njnI/AAAAAAAAADk/IqvwlHnoTo4/s1600-h/Oat+Milk+Health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssbh7V6njnI/AAAAAAAAADk/IqvwlHnoTo4/s200/Oat+Milk+Health.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388242413806915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is supposedly good for health and there's a little header that says "Say no to GM (genetically modified) Foods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is I've never heard of oat milk before, not in Malaysia anyway (probably because its only sold in Australia? Made there too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;383838383838. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not going to advertise or talk about oat milk in this post today but to tell you that the phrase "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look After Your Health&lt;/span&gt;" gave me a sudden inspiration to jog. Anywhere, Don't care where, how, what...just jog. It was really spontaneous that I decided to jog, moreover rather bad timing as it was starting to drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I had been jogging for quite a distance today...holding an umbrella while braving the strong winds (and trying to keep my umbrella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; so that it does not overturn). I must be crazy as I just recovered from a flu but something about that phrase really had me thinking that I have not been exercising consistently as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny in the sense that I have no idea where I was heading to. I just jog where the direction of the wind is heading. In fact, I almost gave up jogging once I realized that I seemed to be jogging deeper into the middle of nowhere. AND...when I was about to give up and turn back..I saw familiar malls. Was delighted I was going to do some shopping after all (at first I was thinking of catching a bus to do some shopping). I realized I had jogged to some malls after all though different from the mall I intended to go to in the first place by bus.&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted this decision, it made me feel relaxed and content. Something that I rarely feel nowadays (no thanks to the group projects -_-"). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I even started work I already want to retire lol!&lt;/span&gt; Even my coursemates told me the same thing I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;So, I started a new hobby which is jogging (not in the rain though :P) and picked up my old hobby of reading storybooks once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssbm_ygOotI/AAAAAAAAADs/rYdVFKRUJiI/s1600-h/Chickflick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Ssbm_ygOotI/AAAAAAAAADs/rYdVFKRUJiI/s200/Chickflick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388247987758473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chick Flicks! I saw Dan Brown's new book though..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/span&gt;. Was a fan of his books and wanted to buy it until I saw the price. 32 Aud!&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, due to the energy draining routine I acquired lately, a no-brainer book seemed welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love your health and love yourself =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7335454093136352202?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7335454093136352202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7335454093136352202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7335454093136352202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-myself.html' title='Love Myself'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsbhyyqM_jI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLsN30od3rQ/s72-c/Oat+Milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-3447994739559500039</id><published>2009-10-01T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:35:37.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>So Complicated</title><content type='html'>Wow another tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VtSJBHoUlU"&gt;Samoa Tsunami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing the comments below, majority loves to blame God for causing this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; is God's fault. Like wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atheists&lt;/span&gt;. Some take the opportunity to blame everything on God and try to bring Him down so that others might lose faith in Him. The funny thing is they do not believe in God themselves and yet they still acknowledge God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows our selfish nature, we like to blame everyone else but ourselves. Don't you ever think that perhaps it is our own fault? Polluting and destroying nature, global warming etc etc it is not surprising that another tsunami will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough (blaming God), they started blaming one another too, calling each other names and well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cursing seem to be a norm on Youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice that people tend to curse more online than in reality? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's probably because they are afraid of getting bashed up in real life&lt;/span&gt; rofl. It is sad really because this is our nature. In general anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGXYAJoDWCk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated by Avril Lavigne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is an old song but life feels like this at the moment. Speaking of Avril Lavigne (lol, I always misspell her name Arvil), I missed the old Avril when she had brown hair and was all ass kicking. Nowadays she put on more make up and skirts (which is supposed to make her prettier but somehow I felt the old one looked better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs were also waaayy better then. By the way, didn't know she was divorced until recently. Eek, so outdated!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the hell, I need to stuff myself more in newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe she has a new fragrance called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amtzsm498CY"&gt;Black Star&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;My image of her is totally ruined -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that having a fragrance of her own is a bad thing but who would have imagined back then that she would do something like this. And moreover, it's pink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink! I thought pink is usually for those girly girls. Lol, I'm like stereotyping against my better judgment. I do love her Black Star commercial jingle though. Sounds really magical. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Star-like&lt;/span&gt; songs and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmncLYiFyGQ&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-like&lt;/span&gt; songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that Girlfriend song is so bitchy it puts me off and had me running towards &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaYkwItyMFk"&gt;You Belong To Me by Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; song. That song is like the response hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her looks, very elfish. Hate her eyebrows though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La,la,la&lt;/span&gt;....off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-3447994739559500039?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/3447994739559500039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3447994739559500039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3447994739559500039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-complicated.html' title='So Complicated'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7677100350379789471</id><published>2009-09-30T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:04:36.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.santa-claus-clipart.com/santa_claus_clip_art_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 157px;" src="http://www.santa-claus-clipart.com/santa_claus_clip_art_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew there was something fake in Santa Claus to begin with and I was right! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that I ever believe he existed in the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old jolly Santa Claus was actually an image reconstructed by Coca-Cola. Can you believe it? Pure commercialization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecoca-colacompany.com/heritage/cokelore_santa.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Jolly Came About&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of his suit is also the same color of the coke's. In actual fact, there was nothing jolly about his origins at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of Santa Claus. Australia is back to normal and the storms are gone. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;However, it left me a little present. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A flu&lt;/span&gt;. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely fine this morning until this afternoon while I was waiting for the public bus (I hate waiting long especially when I have to wait everyday!). A bus flew by so near that all the dirt and dust the storm left flew right into my face. Yuck! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will blog next time about the wickedness of public bus drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I will end this post now, go rest and blog next time. I really need to get a flu shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7677100350379789471?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7677100350379789471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7677100350379789471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7677100350379789471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-43373826123446068</id><published>2009-09-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:08:20.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>You Think Your Race Very High Class Meh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsMR6GaI1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/osogE5OoAds/s1600-h/White+n+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsMR6GaI1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/osogE5OoAds/s200/White+n+Black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387169269115573746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I am going to talk about a sensitive issue. Racism. I absolutely hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that direct at all when I was in Malaysia but it is really obvious in Australia. I am not saying that everyone there is a racist but a few rotten apples can make the whole basket of apples look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Malaysia before I came to Australia, I was probably one of them racists but not as bad and bold as them. Most of the racism are in my thoughts though and I deeply regret that I have ever felt like that before. I used to think towards the lines like "Si hak guai pang" as a joke but never meant any harm though. However, I saw what racism could really cause to another. I have never experienced them thankfully but I witnessed it as a bystander and I do not like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a public bus on my way home and two Caucasian high school girls (that really looked like bullies in my opinion and I was right) made fun of a Japanese girl (they can't even tell the difference between a Chinese and a Japanese...Go back to kindergarten please!) asking her really rude questions. If I was that girl I would have told them off and punch them in the face before I fled :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they said they went to an English school and can't understand some ciplak language which they thought was Mandarin but it was actually Japanese. What a bunch of high and mighty bitches. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English school very high class meh?! &lt;/span&gt;I can talk English, Malay AND Cantonese...so what?! I don't brag about it unlike those guys who only know English. Wait until one day those bunch of girls landed themselves in China and see how they cope there.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...*starts imagining the outcomes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a Caucasian guy came and asked them to stfu which sort of made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate people stereotyping people (unless they are actually like that). Like how some Caucasians assume that just because you're Chinese then you are from China and your English sucks. Excuse me...? Ever heard of immigration, colonization or read the world history? Not all race come from the same country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out (How people stereotype in that show and she proved them wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she is ugly and have this weird attitude doesn't mean she doesn't have a talent. I can't stand people who assume too. Imagine if you are the witness and the case goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jury: "Did you see this man shooting at her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think...I see him holding a gun standing over of her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a gun and standing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over her body does not mean he killed her! He could have found her body and the gun and wondered what the heck happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other hand&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tend to use racism as an excuse or to turn the tables when it is not racism at all. Such as the case in Melbourne, I heard that many Indians were attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fightdemback.org/2007/05/19/indian-students-face-discrimination-attack/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be racism but it could be an altogether different reason too. What I heard from a source in Melbourne is that in one case, some Indian taxi drivers tried to con him thinking he is a foreigner when the actual fact was, he was born there. They did not believe him and charged him a crazy amount for the taxi fee and what choice does he have but to pay for it? And it so happen that most of the taxi drivers are Indians. Bashing them up because of that is wrong yes...but it is not racism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-43373826123446068?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/43373826123446068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-think-your-race-very-high-class-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/43373826123446068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/43373826123446068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-think-your-race-very-high-class-meh.html' title='You Think Your Race Very High Class Meh?!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsMR6GaI1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/osogE5OoAds/s72-c/White+n+Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-3965099472060534078</id><published>2009-09-28T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:57:12.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Goodness of Movies</title><content type='html'>I wanna watch the animation UP! Everyone's giving a good review about it even those that likes to criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.rottentomatoes.com/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says 97% goodness. Mmm..yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed though; out of billions of viewers, there is bound to be at least 1 hater no matter how good that film is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Love it Love it! Do you love it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dunno..just hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its surprising, I am supposed to be involved in this type of industry and yet I have not seen much movies lately. What a sad case lol. Anyway, one type of genre which I would not miss though is horror movies. I can understand why people watch it though, to experience the "trill" of life and hopefully scare the shit out of themselves. If it does, it is a good movie. That is the logic behind horror films. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I do not watch most horror films. Many of them have shitty storylines. I remembered the last horror film I watched was The Vacancy or something like that. Sadly, I could not even remember the actual name of that film. It was so bad that I fell asleep halfway through it and by the time I woke up, the credits had rolled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there should also never be a sequel or a prequel or part 2..3...4...5 and the list goes on unless they are really good and carefully planned out. Take for example High School Musical 3. I watched the first one which was pretty much okay as there was still some storyline and nice music. However, I thought that part 3 was a total disaster. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think you can even call that a movie.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, it was such crap that I have to stop the movie when it barely even started. Seriously, do not make movies like this. It degrades and insults the viewers' intelligence. Disney....where has your standards gone to? Pixar?! Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why I think that movie was shit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone practically jump into singing scenes (like most of the time) and what?&lt;/span&gt; They sing their way throughout the movie and the songs aren't even that great. Shrek 3..Terminator 3..Spiderman 3..sigh..when will they ever learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-3965099472060534078?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/3965099472060534078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodness-of-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3965099472060534078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3965099472060534078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodness-of-movies.html' title='The Goodness of Movies'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-1198601427207526020</id><published>2009-09-27T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:36:49.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Screw The Satays!</title><content type='html'>There was a Malaysian festival at Sydney today which was something I look forward to as there was Malaysian food! *drools* ahem..I mean because my friend Kevin is performing too..not just the food of course haha. Thanks man..now I know exactly what is Dikir Barat. Before that I was totally clueless and have to google it to see what it means.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You call yourself a proud Malaysian?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really paiseh (ashamed) of myself now because I was too busy eating to actually take any photos. However, I am sure some of my friends took pictures so I can rip some off from them and post it here later :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though that I am not proud of Malaysia is the rudeness from Malaysians. I was queuing up with my friends for almost an hour just to get some satay sticks and Malay kuih and guess what? This damn punk with his slutty girlfriend was so mushy mashy with one another and they just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUT THE QUEUE&lt;/span&gt; nonchalantly. It was my friend, Shirley who told me this actually as I was too busy camwhoring. Anyway, once I realized it I got pissed. But my brave friend John (who was even pisser than I am lmao) went straight up to tell them off. The response was not good however. They just ignored him. I can feel steam coming out from his head. Anyway, I was that annoyed that I gave up queuing for the food. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screw the satays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought...we have more people than them, if we just go straight and punch them in their face they would probably run off like a sissy. LOL. However, as uncivilized as I want to be towards them, I still know my manners and can only imagine it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people serving us were like slow pokes. Typical Malaysians. Sad to say this because I am Malaysian too lol!&lt;br /&gt;It was even funnier for my other friend though...in a sad way (I feel sad for him), he was queuing for about an hour and by the time it was his turn, the people said "Sorry but we have no more food left". His face was like WTF lol. Ahem yeah I shouldn't laugh..I feel bad for him. Yeah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lmao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I wanted to say was, I hate Malaysians like this. They give us a bad name (which is probably why I heard someone defaming us Malaysians in Wikipedia but it was later taken off).&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about Malaysia though is it's unlimited bandwidth and you can download all you can..like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat-all-you-can buffet&lt;/span&gt; =) unlike Australia that has internet quota. Seriously I think this is absurd. Especially when your internet connection is already like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: I wasn't lying! Here's some photos to prove my presence at the festival :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsBnM8I_5MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gA-DF5kLzjw/s1600-h/Malaysian+Event.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsBnM8I_5MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gA-DF5kLzjw/s200/Malaysian+Event.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386418626335073474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsBnT5EMLYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p3mHkrx8XL0/s1600-h/One+Dead+Shot+or+Something+Like+That.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsBnT5EMLYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p3mHkrx8XL0/s200/One+Dead+Shot+or+Something+Like+That.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386418745768684930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this second image was the band that appeared on radio occasionally called One Dead Shot or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-1198601427207526020?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/1198601427207526020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/screw-satays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/1198601427207526020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/1198601427207526020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/screw-satays.html' title='Screw The Satays!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SsBnM8I_5MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gA-DF5kLzjw/s72-c/Malaysian+Event.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-7814921680232386908</id><published>2009-09-26T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:38:55.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>The Emo Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you need a holiday &lt;/span&gt;when even the littlest things start to annoy you and you start imagining the worst possible situation ever only to find out later it was totally nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you need a holiday&lt;/span&gt; when you start having nightmares that makes totally no sense but the people surrounding you are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I suggest the quick and easy solution: To ditch whatever you are always doing at the moment and go outdoors for a breath of fresh air and bring along some happy music with you. After that, take a short nap. Works wonders. For me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I never bothered to read the Aussie news as I can never relate to most of them but one of them struck me though. That ANOTHER SANDSTORM is coming. Drat, I can even sense it coming. I went out for lunch today and I was almost blown away. I had to fight against the wind so that my door would not slam shut in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has been bugging me though and I really have to say it out loud (or I will burst out in my pants- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe I should go to the toilet now&lt;/span&gt;) is....I CAN'T STAND EMO PEOPLE. I may be one of them at times (ROFL, does that mean I hate myself?) but you know if you have a bad day, being surrounded by emo people ain't going to make it any better. Let's say you have already forgotten about your problem or tried to forget it and bam! a emo dude/gal comes along with his "aura of emoness" and fills you with it. Complaining and whining every single moment he has the opportunity to and yet, does nothing about it but only to fill your head once again with the most disastrous thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, blogging also helps to stop you from becoming one of them. Yes, the blog may sound emo and shit but you know after a time of writing about your emotions, you just feel much better in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sr31zR8dp6I/AAAAAAAAACs/cywUEnsxEBg/s1600-h/Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sr31zR8dp6I/AAAAAAAAACs/cywUEnsxEBg/s200/Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385730990744119202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God..I sound like some emo guru. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ranting again. Ain't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I'll get all personal (fck that sounded wrong lol!) and tell you the problem that has been bugging me. Group projects. Don't you just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, bet you didn't expect that. Anyway, I'll rephrase what my friend said to me again after I told him why I looked so tired and disturbed. He said "Your group is possibly the worst group I have ever known. One's bossy, one likes to bs and the other doesn't do work." And the saddest...most pathetic s.o.b part is, they are all my friends. Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I developed this philosophy recently. Never be friends with your co workers once you started working. Don't hate them but don't like them either. Keep a peaceful relationship but maintain as impersonal as possible. By the way the picture there is not my project group members haha. Which is why I can say this: Love you guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being sarcastic and cynical. But I can't help it. It's part of my nature. Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-7814921680232386908?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/7814921680232386908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/emo-guru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7814921680232386908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/7814921680232386908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/emo-guru.html' title='The Emo Guru'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Sr31zR8dp6I/AAAAAAAAACs/cywUEnsxEBg/s72-c/Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-3782554634096254764</id><published>2009-09-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:53:21.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Megan Fox's A Bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alleba.com/blog/wp-content/photos/angelina_jolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.alleba.com/blog/wp-content/photos/angelina_jolie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/1475/meganbeforehz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 143px;" src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/1475/meganbeforehz0.jpg" alt="" 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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrwdL42grLI/AAAAAAAAACk/V7aaGAgj8vM/s1600-h/Bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrwdL42grLI/AAAAAAAAACk/V7aaGAgj8vM/s200/Bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211344505056434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not that hard to wonder who she looks up to. Angelina Jolie perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;One can see the similarities in both looks, bee stung lips big eyes, even the nose looks similar. Or perhaps this is just the result of plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has similar features after plastic surgery mostly girls, if they look somewhat similar before, they look very much alike now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article on Megan Fox. Apparently one of the crew wrote about his/her side of the story on what she did. And based on all the comments Megan gave recently, it does not look too good on her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/people/the-real-megan-fox-dumbasarock-ungracious-and-classless-say-transformers-crew-20090915-fo5v.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do admit she is honest in what she thinks and does not try to cover up like many other Hollywood stars. But if that is what reflects her real thoughts, is she really a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who cares? She's hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ultimate question. If you have to choose, would you rather be a beautiful bimbotic bitch or a nice ugly nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I really think, I don't really give a damn if she's a bitch or not. It's just funny to see how much truth the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"looks can be deceiving"&lt;/span&gt; hold once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-3782554634096254764?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/3782554634096254764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-foxs-bitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3782554634096254764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/3782554634096254764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-foxs-bitch.html' title='Megan Fox&apos;s A Bitch?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrwdL42grLI/AAAAAAAAACk/V7aaGAgj8vM/s72-c/Bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-1188784655124364456</id><published>2009-09-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:41:27.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Yellow, Yellow Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Srm-7lJz9cI/AAAAAAAAACU/oCrYcUVCWWQ/s1600-h/Yellow+Sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Srm-7lJz9cI/AAAAAAAAACU/oCrYcUVCWWQ/s200/Yellow+Sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544760292963778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning expecting a really nice warm sunny day only to get none. Instead, I woke up smelling something like someone cooking Maggie mee and red skies all over. Sounds apocalyptic? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would say yes except for the cooking part as that was a really pleasant smell. But then again I thought who the heck would cook Maggie mee at this hour on the 2nd floor?! You see, the kitchen is on the ground floor and it would be pretty much impossible to smell a thing on the 2nd floor. Anyway, I practically ate, breathed and saw dust all over. Yes. Red dust. I went out with a clean white shirt and came back with a dusty red shirt. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;And my poor branded leather bag was filled with dust too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Srm-joXWgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/LFOD51LdL4g/s1600-h/Weird+Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Srm-joXWgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/LFOD51LdL4g/s200/Weird+Sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544348838199490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was that yellow. My friend, Kevin took this WITHOUT any yellow filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out from my friend at uni that he smelled something weird too when he woke up. Except that it was not the smell of cooking and was a rather bad smell. Okayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone farted perhaps?&lt;/span&gt; Nothing to do with the weather? Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you can call me Faye. Have not really had a proper introduction after creating this blog. And..I am a university student. Yeah, yadda yadda..it sucks. Let me define university life for you. It is not something to be taken lightly. Here's a formula that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University= stress+dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a presentation today which totally equates what university stands for. The tutor had this evil smirk all over his face which I wished a zillion times I could tear it off him when I was doing my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on! My works can't be that shit could it?!&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OF COURSE NOT&lt;/span&gt;. I think my works are just perfectly fine except that my tutor's a sadist. He enjoys watching people feeling bad about their own works and enjoys it more when he ask them to redo it. It's ironic really because he looks like Jesus himself with a long beard all over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks can be deceiving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love this phrase. It holds so much truth in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-1188784655124364456?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/1188784655124364456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellow-yellow-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/1188784655124364456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/1188784655124364456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellow-yellow-everywhere.html' title='Yellow, Yellow Everywhere!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/Srm-7lJz9cI/AAAAAAAAACU/oCrYcUVCWWQ/s72-c/Yellow+Sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2186049656363840696.post-8255606916813591046</id><published>2009-09-22T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:05:20.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Kanye vs Beyonce vs Taylor</title><content type='html'>It was the VMA award ceremony and Taylor Swift won the award. It all went well until Kanye West showed up on stage. What happened after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCD_4kmNQzM"&gt;Check Out The Incident Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Quote of the Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kanye West " I-I'm really happy for you, I'll let u finish..BUT BEYONCE HAS THE BEST VIDEOS OF ALL TIME! One of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best videos&lt;/span&gt; of all time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift looked totally dumbfounded while Beyonce had WTF written all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit though that it was the most interesting part of the VMA awards ceremony but it was rude of Kanye. However, he seemed really sincere in his apology at the Jay Leno show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing does struck me though was how calm Taylor and how nice Beyonce was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrlYEC4D5lI/AAAAAAAAACE/K8v4q8XFOMg/s1600-h/Both+Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrlYEC4D5lI/AAAAAAAAACE/K8v4q8XFOMg/s320/Both+Red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384431656012867154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. Notice both of them wore a similar red dress. Like wth, this is such a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor does look calm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I could sense it on her face what she was actually thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Omg. This is so embarassing..I wanna whack Kanye with my trophy to  get him to stfu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Beyonce did was selfless or...it could be selfish too if it was just a publicity stunt. However, I'll like to give her the benefit of doubt after watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTAyfCCO5Dk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTAyfCCO5Dk"&gt;Beyonce Sings To A Special Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is that it IS a publicity stunt but a noble one. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2186049656363840696-8255606916813591046?l=biteacow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/feeds/8255606916813591046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-vs-beyonce-vs-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8255606916813591046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2186049656363840696/posts/default/8255606916813591046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteacow.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-vs-beyonce-vs-taylor.html' title='Kanye vs Beyonce vs Taylor'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096273635531654346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yF_DOHZnLkA/SrlYEC4D5lI/AAAAAAAAACE/K8v4q8XFOMg/s72-c/Both+Red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
