<?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-4813994051461165961</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:48:19.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a Chinky's mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts about random shit.
Yes you have now stepped into my world!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5502397807070816418</id><published>2011-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:53:27.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how life works out sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You search for those keys, high and low and could never find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You scratch your head and think real hard and somehow you find nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having spent too much time looking for it, you decided to give up and try later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time slowly passes and you forget about trying to find those keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next thing you know......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The keys are right there, right in front of your very eyes, the place you never thought to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you found those keys, you grab it straight away and keep it close to you&lt;br /&gt;You think twice before ever leaving your keys around again&lt;br /&gt;You know that if you lose your keys again, you will be a complete idiot&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found those keys&lt;br /&gt;And I intend to keep them from a very long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5502397807070816418?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5502397807070816418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5502397807070816418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5502397807070816418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5502397807070816418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost-keys.html' title='Lost Keys'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-9085138356650954028</id><published>2011-01-16T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:57:33.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Yes a bit late considering everyone has been doing their reflections late December/ early January but hey better late than never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back on 2010, I believe that I have grown a lot personally. Especially if you're talking about achievements that I have made and in terms of what I want to do for my career. I've won awards, achieved great results and learnt a lot of things, its like I made up for years of slacking in the last 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as a person, as a man, I think I have a lot more growing to do. I have grown a lot from who I was back in the day but I am still doing things that I should not be doing. There are times where I have allowed myself to do things that potentially have hurt other people. I want to make a big change in this for 2011, I want to be the man that I know that I can be. I want to erase the misconceptions and mistakes by becoming a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be perfect, but I want to die a man who tried his best to do what was right. Let this be the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-9085138356650954028?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9085138356650954028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=9085138356650954028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9085138356650954028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9085138356650954028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-252967247518267580</id><published>2011-01-07T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:45:08.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading Without a Title</title><content type='html'>Today I just finished reading the book Leading Who Had No Title by Robin Sharma and boy did it open my eyes. Especially the last 2 chapters, they talked a lot about "being a great person to be a great leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things that caught my eye was changing the way we think, although I believe that I have changed this a lot over the last couple of years there are still a few things that I need to do to become a great leader. One thing is that I need to be able to willingly trust people more when I delegate stuff out and expect them to accomplish their tasks well rather than have low expectations. When you have low expectations, it shows through your words and actions and it causes people to lose faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing talked about in this book was to think well and release any negative feelings you have towards anyone. The anger and negativity that we hold consumes a lot of our power and we need to let it free and then we can reach our full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are definitely things that I will be working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is awesome by the way and I recommend everyone to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-252967247518267580?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/252967247518267580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=252967247518267580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/252967247518267580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/252967247518267580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2011/01/leading-without-title.html' title='Leading Without a Title'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-4007130535232810541</id><published>2010-12-13T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:08:36.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>The word forgiveness is not that commonly used these days. Sure you'll hear it a lot when you go to church or another religious events but how often is it used in your normal everyday dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bombarded with messages that we only have ONE CHANCE and ONE SHOT, the word forgiveness does not seem to fit in with that message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I see two types of forgiveness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The type where you forgive someone because you "don't want to fight anymore" or because "its not worth ruining your relationship for." You suck in your pride and you say "hey you wronged me but it's okay lets move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The type where you dig down beneath all the hatred and anger you have towards someone and you let it go. You may not necessarily become best friends again or go back to how it used to be but you are willing to let bygones be bygones and you no longer feel those negative feelings when you think of the person. This is probably the hardest form of forgiveness but the most rewarding when performed. You feel this weight go off your shoulders and you somehow feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4007130535232810541?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4007130535232810541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4007130535232810541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4007130535232810541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4007130535232810541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-7575799193615818113</id><published>2010-10-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:38:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I spent the last 10-20 minutes skimming through my old blog posts and the recent ones that I have just wrote. Boy have I changed.... I have gone from writing about what I think was "teenage puppy love" or "infatuations" to stuff that I think have much more relevance and importance in this world. It's interesting to see how in the past I just used to only write about the emotions and feelings going through me but now I am actually starting to talk about my plans and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the announcement of the UWA 2011 Executive Board and boy was I impressed. I could see the excitement and passion shown through these candidates and it really inspires me to see the impact that this organisation can have in society. It also hit me that I'm slowly starting to feel better when I give back rather than be my old selfish self who just worries about himself. I have high hopes for the incoming team for AIESEC WA in 2011 and I hope they all take it to the extreme next level. Lets show AIESEC Australia who the real sleeping giant is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I urge those of you who don't write blogs or journals to start doing so. Even if its personal and no one else would read it. Its a great way for you to watch yourself grow and see how much you have changed over the years. Also I am starting a new blog called the &lt;a href="http://akooxp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akoo Experience&lt;/a&gt;, its currently empty but any future posts about anything to do with ambition, entrepreneurship, business and stuff like that will be posted there. This blog here will be more for personal reflection and so on. Anyway for those of you who actually have been reading this, thank you for your time and hearing what I have to say. Please don't be shy to drop a comment or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7575799193615818113?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7575799193615818113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7575799193615818113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7575799193615818113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7575799193615818113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-870992984565870438</id><published>2010-09-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:49:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Recently a few events in my life have happened and it has really frustrated and made me think as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, life has been going pretty well, too well in fact! I have been told that successful people have to go through ups and downs in life, which is what makes them tougher and their ability to learn from these events that make them great. I guess these few minor downturns have been a good thing because otherwise I probably did not learn much of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I have really learnt from these "minor downturns" is the importance of patience, sometimes it is very important to wait before you do something rather than jump straight into it. Yes, it is important to take action and not just "wait" all the time but timing is also very important in certain situations. Just be very sure that you are actually waiting for the right time and not just making excuses for yourself not to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been frustrated by a few people around me, these have come from many things such as certain comments or remarks made to me, actions by people, non-actions by people and so on. But when I sit down and think about it, everyone is different and people including myself are not perfect. I think again it is important to be a bit patient with people and not expect everyone to think on the same level as oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think this is a sign from up there, telling me that there are certain things that I have to change and work on in order to get to where I want to be in life. Its really like God has made all these things happen to me so that I can have a semi-epiphany right now after all the whining and bitching that I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need to do now is really let these lessons sink into my head, so that I will not make the same mistakes in the future. I know this is a bit vague however, some of these situations involve other people and I think its not fair to disclose certain personal issues and details of people other than myself. I do hope you get what I am coming from though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-870992984565870438?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/870992984565870438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=870992984565870438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/870992984565870438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/870992984565870438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/09/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-7588456169733919755</id><published>2010-07-31T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:15:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating my own MBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;For those who don't know, I am very involved with a not-for-profit student organisation called AIESEC. I have dedicated a lot of time and effort into this organisation especially this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of the time commitment I have with AIESEC:&lt;br /&gt;I have a weekly 2 hour executive board meeting, 1hr weekly team meeting, 2 hour weekly team leaders meeting and a monthly Western Australian Leadership Team meeting. This does not include the meetings I have with the Member Committee on skype, the meetings with potential exchange participants, the preparation seminars and review boards that I hold. This also does not include the extra time I put into helping the other teams. So in short, you can say that I do spend a lot of time into this organisation and guess what I get paid for it? ZERO DOLLARS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have asked me, why do I put my time into this? What is my motivation? What keeps me going? Don't I need money? etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, although I personally knew what I was getting out of this sacrifice and commitment, explaining it was not the simplest task. However after reading a blog post from Tim Ferriss I finally figured out how to and it also gave me a completely different perspective in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly lets talk about the sacrifices that I have made:&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the time commitment, one of the biggest sacrifices that I have had to make is a permanent part time job. Because I am constantly travelling to go to seminars and conferences, it has been very difficult for me to secure a part time job. I was intending to work around 25 hours a week. The jobs that I were looking at paid around $18-$25, but lets be generous and say I get paid $18 an hour for the job. Lets also take into account the holidays I will probably take, it will be around 8 weeks for the year (exams, holiday etc..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So $18 * 25hours * 44 weeks = $19800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have forgone $19800 worth of income potentially because of my commitment to AIESEC. Adding on conference costs, lets make it an even $23000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/blog/2010/06/28/mba/#more-2832" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.fourhourworkwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;k.com/blog/2010/06/28/mba/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#more-2832&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this blog post, Tim Ferriss talks about how MBA's are not necessarily the best ways for you to learn, especially regarding business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you study a course in university generally there are things you want to get are, building business skills and a business network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to call AIESEC my MBA in Entrepreneurship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently these are some of the skills and experiences that I have developed in AIESEC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People management&lt;br /&gt;Team management&lt;br /&gt;Sales&lt;br /&gt;Networking&lt;br /&gt;Strategic Planning&lt;br /&gt;KPI setting&lt;br /&gt;Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Public Speaking&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Cultural diversity&lt;br /&gt;Innovation&lt;br /&gt;Leadership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of these skills, I have increased my networks tremendously. I currently have a global network in God knows how many countries. I have shared ideas and experiences with people in the same position and people from all different kinds of backgrounds. Been forced to think outside the bubble. Went to China, Taiwan and soon to come India. Created unforgettable and fulfilling life experiences. Made very valuable friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I were to study a MBA of Entrepreneurship (which is what I want to do in life) or something along those lines, are these the skills and experience I want to get? Hell yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the average price of an MBA at Curtin is around $14000 p.a. MBA's are for 2 years, so the total price is $28000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently I have gained the experience and skills that I want from an MBA, for $23000 in one year (so I save $5000 and 1 year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I had an awesome kickass time doing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7588456169733919755?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7588456169733919755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7588456169733919755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7588456169733919755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7588456169733919755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/creating-my-own-mba.html' title='Creating my own MBA'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-4585031448353017785</id><published>2010-07-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:51:41.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far in 2010</title><content type='html'>So far in 2010, my life has been pretty intense. I just got back from China, went to an International Conference in Taiwan in March, two weeks later our AIESEC WA State Conference, AIESEC Australia May Planning Meeting and then now AIESEC Australia National Conference in July. Over the last year I've seen myself growing in crazy heights and times where I think I'm already excited and motivated, I've managed to get even more excited and motivated throughout the year and I am really interested to see what I can achieve this year for AIESEC and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our July national conference in Sydney, we were told to identify what is our passion? Something real, not some airy fairy shit like "my passion is to make the world a better place, I don't know how and why I'm going to do it but that is my passion." We were told to be specific, something that really struck close to home, something that will motivates us deep down. For some people it was acting, for some social business, some said basketball and many more. We were then told as AIESECers how are we going to use this passion we have to make a difference? This session really helped me discover more about myself and what I wanted to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped my find out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my dream?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can I do it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can I make a change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who do I need to know to help me with this plan?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last year I am pretty sure that we vision on what I wanted to do in life has changed a few times already but I know that in the end what I wanted to do is to help young people become leaders and help them make better decisions in their life. For me this can be done in many ways. I can start a social business and hopefully form partnerships with the education department and government to help grow my business. I can be an entrepreneur and use the money I make to start not-for-profit businesses. I can become and intrapreneur where I work for a larger organisation and set up social businesses under the name of that organisation. There are many paths and ways to achieve what I want in life, its up to me to discover and choose what is the best pathway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that was brought up is ambition. We have a dream, so now what? Are we going to act on it or are we going to let it stay a dream? Are we going to get of our asses to turn that dream into a reality? Are we prepared to fail over and over again until one day we taste success? Are we going to go for the easy secure way in life or are we going to go through the ups and downs to get what we want in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossible is word that gets thrown around a lot, it is people around us or even ourselves that kill our dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up I have never really had anyone who told me that I was going to do great things. &amp;nbsp;My father whom I love greatly has said to me "work hard and you will be successful in life" but he has never told me that I have the power to change the world in same way or another. I've been looked down on by many people. I remember my&amp;nbsp;primary&amp;nbsp;school teacher telling me that I was a&amp;nbsp;disappointment to my father (my father was a lawyer). I remember my mother telling me many times, get good grades and a safe job. If you were to tell anyone that I was a Vice President of a local committee of a global youth organisation, the response you would get would probably be "how shit is that organisation?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is going to throw you many&amp;nbsp;obstacles&amp;nbsp;and hurdles, whether it be haters trying to stop your from doing what you want to do, external environment or just bad luck in general. Its how we get up after we get knocked down, how we face through the adversity and how we roll with the punches and pick the right time to throw one back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so pumped right now and I am very very excited what this year is going to bring. International Congress in one month, September Presidents Meeting the month after that and so much more. I really urge everyone to take steps (little or big it doesn't matter) to achieve what you really want in life. Whether it be reading that book you always meant to read, taking up classes you wanted to take up for a long time, going to that country you always wanted to go to, changing your course or anything else, don't just think about it DO IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been through quite a lot. I have been broke most of the time because of my extensive travelling. I have had headaches from adjusting to working with different types of people and personalities. I spend hours thinking and planning on my next move and how am I going to do that. My emotions have been like a roller coaster, one minute its high, next minute its low. The many late nights spent, the many hours spent in meetings and making the right decision. Its just journey that makes life interesting, not where you end up. If my life were to end tomorrow, I'd be very happy that I have made the most out of my time here. Don't think I'll be gone anytime soon though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't tag you its not because I didn't want you to see this post its because I wanted to get this out to as many networks as possible. So leave a comment, share it or write your own post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4585031448353017785?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4585031448353017785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4585031448353017785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4585031448353017785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4585031448353017785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-far-in-2010.html' title='So far in 2010'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-2523435237825667334</id><published>2010-04-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:27:46.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Love me or hate me, it's one or the other. Always has been. Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, my hunger. Hate that I'm a veteran. A champion. Hate that. Hate it with all your heart. And hate that I'm loved, for the exact same reasons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yea keep hating fuckers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-2523435237825667334?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2523435237825667334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=2523435237825667334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2523435237825667334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2523435237825667334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-6794656312284128797</id><published>2010-04-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:07:07.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I'm just going through a bit of a massive emotional roller coaster at the moment. I started the day grumpy as fuck, having had no sleep at all but at the same time excited about the day I was going to go through. During today's meeting with my team, I somehow lightened up and managed to laugh. Its wonderful working with such a good team, I believe we all motivate and learn from each other and also we are very honest with the feedback we give each other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I go from that short high to a sudden low where I pretty much wanted to tear whatever hair I had left off. We had several disagreements and arguments in the group which left me feeling so fucking pissed off and just wanting to rip someones head off. Then I go home and look through some of the emails some of my members sent me, it was so awesome seeing some of them taking initiative. Then it put me in a semi-high again but at the same time I'm pissed off about the shit that happened earlier. Its up down up down up down, I think i really just need to sleep and get my head screwed on properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a bit of a whinge and getting some stuff of my chest I guess, don't really have anything too interesting to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6794656312284128797?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6794656312284128797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6794656312284128797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6794656312284128797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6794656312284128797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-5964502092383418910</id><published>2010-04-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:31:48.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That 4 letter word</title><content type='html'>These days I feel that people's actions revolve around 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, Power and Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty obvious what money and power bring, so lets talk about that 4 letter word LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an emotion that has been talked about for centuries&lt;br /&gt;It is the topic of the greatest poems&lt;br /&gt;It is the theme of the most famous songs&lt;br /&gt;People die for love&lt;br /&gt;People kill for love&lt;br /&gt;Love makes people walk thousands of miles.&lt;br /&gt;Love can break a person's heart into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;Love can give you the greatest high that not drug can ever give you&lt;br /&gt;Love can also give you the lowest low &lt;br /&gt;Love makes dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Love also makes people give up dreams&lt;br /&gt;Love can conquer all emotions&lt;br /&gt;Love can also fuel all other emotions&lt;br /&gt;Some of us spend forever finding love&lt;br /&gt;Some spend forever hiding from it&lt;br /&gt;Some say love is real&lt;br /&gt;Some say its a chemical in you brain that activates some other chemical and all this scientific stuff that is basically saying love is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Love can make a person go one step further&lt;br /&gt;Love can make a genius a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love huh, something I think about almost every single day. Yet something I have almost never talked about. Some people in life just do not understand.... Things that are right in front of them, they don't see it or maybe I should say SHE/HE doesn't see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm staring at a blank wall sometimes, thinking that this world does not understand me. It feels like people do not value me as much as I value them, like I'm winning the race with no one to scream and cheer for me in the end because no one cares. Maybe I'm just a softcock who' trying to be loved but needs to harden the fuck up. Maybe I just have too much faith in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what friends I make and who supposedly is supporting me, I always feel like I will be running the race alone. Either the rest can't keep up, or they just can't be bothered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways this drives me, in some ways it weakens me.... Is this how I really feel? Or am I just trying to get some steam of my chest, who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ran outta stuff to say, so yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5964502092383418910?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5964502092383418910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5964502092383418910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5964502092383418910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5964502092383418910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-4-letter-word.html' title='That 4 letter word'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-9062103770309437231</id><published>2010-04-10T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:20:06.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big picture</title><content type='html'>Over the past month I have gone to an International AIESEC conference in Taiwan and three days after that I had to attend my State Conference. These conferences have been MIND BLASTING!! I have met so many amazing people that have inspired me to achieve my future goals and I have 10000% extra confidence in myself. I think the biggest thing I have gained from AIESEC is that I have finally found that support to be able to motivate myself to do what I want in life. Apart from my family, AIESEC and a few of my close friends there are many people out there who look down on me and that has developed into a chip on my shoulder. In some ways this chip on my shoulder has helped push me to go where I want to go but I think sometimes it does hinder my decision making. I have learnt over this last year that I should be making decisions for myself and not to prove other people wrong (although that is a very nice added bonus :D). I think I am getting better and better at this everyday and I will be where I want to be in the not so distant future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other things that I have learnt to do is to think about the bigger picture. Our goals should be big and we should always strive for excellence. We often limit ourselves into that bubble and we get trapped there and be satisfied with mediocrity telling ourselves that it was the best we could do. However it is important that we do not focus TOO much on the bigger picture but also pay enough attention to the little things we do to get there. Every little step is an important part of our strategy to get to that place we want to be. Success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration and I completely agree with that. The number of people I see who get inspired and then not follow it up with the hard work is so high, I am not going to lie I used to be one of those people. But the last year I have seen myself grow so much, it is incredible to see what I have done with my life. My only regret is not having done this earlier but as we all know the famous saying "we learn from our mistakes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? Do what I do. Be the best fucking VP OGX ever, be the most outstanding MC applicant Taiwan will ever see and then inspire many who will inspire many more. Haha I love life, whoever says life sucks you really must not be living it right. Now back to doing this stupid assignment which I should really get done soon so I can do my thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-9062103770309437231?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9062103770309437231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=9062103770309437231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9062103770309437231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9062103770309437231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-picture.html' title='Big picture'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-4071081954103496632</id><published>2010-02-24T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:29:34.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round</title><content type='html'>Things aren't as simple as they can be sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Yes can mean a now or maybe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can just simply mean yes when you think its a no or maybe&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like I am in 10 different worlds &lt;br /&gt;Happy, sad, angry, guilty, appreciated, under appreciated, misunderstood, loved, unloved and the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it feels like to be on drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Cos if it is then I'm not missing out much..&lt;br /&gt;It's funny cos even though my head is a bit all over the place&lt;br /&gt;My engine is still going, I haven't lost direction, I haven't lost focus on what is important&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the ungrateful useless people that were in my past have taken out a big chunk on me and now I overreact and let things get to me too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there is nothing I can do but I can, I can be me.&lt;br /&gt;Strong, independent, creative, a good person, everything I was put on this earth to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4071081954103496632?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4071081954103496632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4071081954103496632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4071081954103496632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4071081954103496632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/round-and-round.html' title='Round and round'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-2511333752807753012</id><published>2010-02-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:38:55.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocked down then get back the fuck up</title><content type='html'>For the last month or so I have been trying to get fit again after a long long break. I stopped doing martial arts around mid last year and did not have any form or strenuous exercise and that. Sure I went to the gym still but that was nothing, and I was worse in China I did not do jack all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started MMA again on Monday and wow did I wake up, I knew how it felt like to get punched, chocked and armbar/armlocked. Did boxing today and yea I knew how rusty I have gotten over the break and boy is it good to be back. I feel like a machine, if life was super mario, its like I ate the mushroom or a fire flower or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound strange but waking up with almost every part of my body being sore felt great, I know that if I keep this up I will be back into shape in no time. With my flexible time table I can now do things properly and OHHH YEAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC work is starting to pick up now, I am already getting some things going regarding the social network media and so on. Hopefully this new leadership team will have a strong input this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-2511333752807753012?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2511333752807753012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=2511333752807753012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2511333752807753012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2511333752807753012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/knocked-down-then-get-back-fuck-up.html' title='Knocked down then get back the fuck up'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-994960596046543623</id><published>2010-01-31T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:16:17.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against the world</title><content type='html'>First I want to thank God for all the blessings that I have been given over the years, there were times where I felt that I really had a guardian angel watching over me. Call it coincidence, luck, delusion or whatever but yes I believe that there is a God up there watching over me specially. Unlike some people in the world I am thankful for all that I have been given, I take it for granted sometimes but I really am grateful. When I reach my true potential someday I will try and do what I can to give back what has been given on to me. Believing in God does not mean you have to conform to a certain religious group, to be completely honest I believe that many religious groups are corrupted to an extent and a lot of the rules are based on unreasonable facts and some religious leaders act out of self interest. Anyway I'm not going to much into detail with that, just saying that I live my life only based on two the two commandments given by Jesus, Love thy God and Love one another as I have Loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are times were I feel privileged and blessed, there are times that I feel like (apart from my family) the whole world is against me. Along with the haters and the ones who are trying to get you out of competition I feel that sometimes friends are against you too. Sometimes it feels like I am wrong for voicing what I believe or making a joke that had innocent intentions in it. It is like I am destined to look out just me, myself and I and sooner or later people are going to dog me or let me down. The paranoia of being back stabbed and betrayed will always be there because of my past experience, it happens to me almost every year. Yes I am different, yes I am not afraid to voice my opinion and I am not afraid to be myself but it seems sometimes it is not acceptable. When I make one of my unconventional jokes I am rude, when I voice my opinion I am ignorant and when I am brave enough to be myself I am a try-hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to say it, I am unique/ special/ gifted whatever you want to call it and I am not afraid to admit it. I am destined to do big things, I will be someone big and I will not be that average guy going through the normal phases in life. I already took a big step giving up four months of my life living in a completely different country with a completely lifestyle and it is only the beginning. Sometimes me knowing this might come off as arrogance but I assure you it is not. Although I know that I will be doing more things with my life than many of my peers, I no way see myself as being "better than them" nor will you ever see me put anyone down. Being special does suck sometimes, trying to be the bigger man, stepping up when no one else does and so on are very difficult tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being passionate comes with its up and downs. Being a passionate person can lead to you inspiring people and making a positive change in peoples lives. It can also push people away because they might find you annoying or maybe even in fact feel a little intimidated because they do not have the balls to be as gung ho as you. Sometimes I feel like my friends may be annoyed with me when I suggests things to do or try to get them to try some things out. I have heard a saying that you are as good as the closest people you are around, does that mean I should go find new friends who are like me or should I keep annoying my friends hoping they will not push me away or just go my own way? I think I have to just keep pushing away, let those who want to stay close, stay close and be the best that I can. This might mean that I might have to be alone for a little while, thankfully I now have a wonderful girlfriend and will not be too lonely for too long, my family will also be there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going a little bit slow in 2010. Yes I have been leading a healthier lifestyle, doing my best to get a job, doing some planning for AIESEC and getting fitter at the gym but I think I can do better. I should start waking up earlier, start finishing my HR recruiting plan for AIESEC and spend more time reading instead of msn/watching tv and videos/facebooking/lazing around and so on. Aaron Koo will be constantly growing and improving and one day I will make a big difference in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Yi Poh you have been a very good aunty/ grandaunty/ sister/ mother to us. We will miss you on Earth and I hope you will be looking after us and watching over us in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-994960596046543623?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/994960596046543623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=994960596046543623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/994960596046543623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/994960596046543623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/against-world.html' title='Against the world'/><author><name>Akoo</name><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-4813994051461165961.post-1753869742782157193</id><published>2010-01-28T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:20:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes intentions that were not intended unfold&lt;br /&gt;The blame can be thrown, or maybe be bold&lt;br /&gt;Bold enough to speak out, even if it does not wash away&lt;br /&gt;the action that was tainted like an overused ashtray&lt;br /&gt;Repent and hope for redemption and maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;that ashtray will be clean again, or too dirty&lt;br /&gt;that it has to be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Wasted, because of stupidity and an unforgiving way&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for some, there is an escape&lt;br /&gt;A place that brings comfort&lt;br /&gt;A place where happy faces are the only faces&lt;br /&gt;A place where no one is judged&lt;br /&gt;A place where past is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1753869742782157193?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1753869742782157193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1753869742782157193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1753869742782157193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1753869742782157193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1610533822859619071</id><published>2010-01-03T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:09:51.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>I watched the Avatar movie the other day on Imax and I have got to say it was a very very good movie. Some of the messages I got from it were really good and trust James Cameron to come up with something so creative and fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messages I got from the movie are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race loves to fuck everything up and the corporations only care about quick profits and show complete disregard for anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong heart, fighting spirit and willingness to learn are qualities that cannot be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that you develop for someone over a period of time, we grow to love one another its not something that happens at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life cannot be explained by scientific theories and mathematical calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't go into details because I do not want to ruin it for people who have not watched it yet, but have a look what meanings you get out of it. Again great movie and I think it kind of helped me look at things differently now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1610533822859619071?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1610533822859619071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1610533822859619071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1610533822859619071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1610533822859619071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1254704560626187032</id><published>2009-12-31T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:19:51.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this entry about an hour into the year 2010. Boy does it go fast. I'm spending my New Year celebration playing my new UFC video game at home very sober, I think my liver and I are starting to get along again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I've learnt this year is the value and quality of friendships. I have hung out with different people almost every single year and realised that some people are just shitheads, some will only be there for the good times, some will forget you as soon as you're gone for 5 minutes and some will stick by you forever. Friends come and go but you know deep down who are the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 flew by soo fast. One minute I'm back from Malaysia and Singapore ready to start the New semester, next minute I'm joining an international student organisation AIESEC and the next minute I'm in China doing my exchange and then now I'm back ready for the new year, ready for the new challenges taking on new things and moving forward in life. It amazes me how over the years some people have changed soo much and some have not changed one bit, life is definitely an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when one door closes another opens, one of the sayings that literally doesn't makes sense but figuratively it is very true. Having an open and positive mind is probably one of the ways of having a good life, you only get it once so why not make the most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of days I have done a lot of reflecting because its the holidays and I have a lot of spare time haha (hopefully this will all change very soon). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to wish my friend Michelle a fast recovery from her sickness in China, I hope you are doing well and again sorry I cannot be there to stick through this hard time with you, you were a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all and have a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1254704560626187032?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1254704560626187032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1254704560626187032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1254704560626187032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1254704560626187032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-2793576534859616216</id><published>2009-12-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:01:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in town</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have known that I have just recently gone to China on an overseas internship. I was teaching high school students about Social Entrepreneurship and Oral English. I just got back to Perth last Wednesday and just thought I tell people a little bit a bout my trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some posts on my Beijing blog (aaroninbeijing.blog.com) but I did not update it after my first few posts. This was because I was hungover a lot or I was busy doing something hahaha. Sorry to those who were eager to hear bout my adventures on my last couple of months in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the experience was phenomenal, there is nothing in this world that world that would be able to replace what I experienced during my trip. I went to historical sites, met some awesome people who have done great things, partied like a rock star, got an insight of how people from a different country and culture think, saw the good and bad of some of the people I worked with, made friends for life and connected with students from a completely different nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought spending my childhood in Malaysia would mean that I would understand the culture in China but ohhh was I wrong. Chinese culture and people are very different. What amazed me at first was the lack of English speakers in the country, I thought that people there would be able to speak simple English but that was not the case, in fact most people could not speak English only the younger generation that had a good education could speak and even then not many spoke English well. I guess it shows that there are many little things that we take for granted which we don't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of very very disgusting public toilets and the traffic was terrible. During peak hour public transport was dreadful but driving a car was not ideal either. Air was much more polluted and there will be times were you wished you lost your sense of smell. However despite all these negative things I managed to have the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17341_223038766910_503581910_3731971_1684378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17341_223038766910_503581910_3731971_1684378_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' squat toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17341_223045516910_503581910_3732146_1055181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs146.snc3/17341_223045516910_503581910_3732146_1055181_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver playing real life GTA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great things about China I guess were the people I have met there and also the cheap cheap stuff haha. I met many fellow AIESEC people who had a lot of amazing stories to tell and who have done great things for their respective communities. One of my friends there told me how he worked together with a small group to change AIESEC USA, this shows that all you have to do is take action and things will change. All these stories and experiences have inspired me for my term as Vice President of Outgoing Exchange for the Curtin AIESEC next year and I am looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of wild parties we had and I somehow became the Van Wilder of Beijing managed to throw two awesome parties and organise a lot of great nights out. I do not think my liver liked me very much when I was in China haha. Besides all the partying, I got to know many cool people from all over the world and many of these people will be friends for life. I want to give a shout out to all the people I partied with, worked with, travelled with and had great talks with, I love you all and you guys made this experience one of the greatest experiences in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were great, it was nice to know that I was teaching a lot of these kids stuff they did not know about the Western world. Like I said the culture difference is shocking. It was also nice to see that I have had a positive impact in some of the students lives. I wish I got to say a proper goodbye to them (did not get too because of my stupid bosses). Some of you may have heard that I did not exactly have the best relationship with the school because I did not like the way they were running things and how they do not recruit Asian foreigners. But I made the best out of the internship and it was my China experience as a whole that was great not just the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely recommend that everyone who is interested in doing a student exchange or an overseas internship to go DO IT!! It is definitely an experience that is priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I am feeling now are indescribable, one hand I'm glad to be back home, another hand I miss China and want to go back. It's like I am a kid at a toy store but I am only allowed to choose one. I constantly give myself reasons why I have to stay home for at least the next 7 months but I catch myself looking at opportunities I can use to go overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 2010 will be a great year and I am completely looking forward to it. Conference in Taiwan and Sydney here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-2793576534859616216?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2793576534859616216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=2793576534859616216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2793576534859616216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2793576534859616216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-town.html' title='Back in town'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8962801025925707837</id><published>2009-08-31T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:05:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to grandma</title><content type='html'>Dear Por Por,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you could not read English and you did not know how to use a computer. I am sure that you learnt a lot of new things up there heaven and there is always Gong Gong for backup :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have changed since we last saw you, Mum and Dad got a BMW and a Mercedes hahaha, David is growing up fast and no longer the cute little boy he once was, Zach is now a University student studying to become a Civil Engineer and me? Haha where should I start? Well I find myself growing more and more every year, I am starting to prioritize more and getting my life in order, I am on my way to becoming the man that you have always believed that I can be. I will change the world one day, one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered how you managed to stay so strong. You raised 10 children, all who became excellent people in their own right. You managed to keep yourself together after the man, the love of your life passed away. You are the reason why my father is the great man that he is, because of you I was lucky enough to have such great parents who have taught me so much in life which is a gift that not many people out there have. Without you I will not be the man that I am now, without you I do not know how I would have turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt so much from you Por Por, I love you and I miss you so much. You are the reason why I believe there is a God, your strength has inspired me and you amaze me with your wisdom. I only wish that you were around long enough so you could have influenced my little brother more but I will try my best to do that for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you here very much, I am sure you will be glad to know that cousin Winfield has a son now who is almost 1 year old and cousin Kamelia is a bout to get married. I will strive to make you proud of me, to make you feel like your effort has been well used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and Gong Gong are enjoying your happiness together and watching over us from up there. Thinking a bout you makes me smile, you give me direction in life and you inspire me to be at my best. I can feel you watching over me and it is a really great thing for me to have especially at this time when I am going through the things that I am going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8962801025925707837?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8962801025925707837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8962801025925707837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8962801025925707837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8962801025925707837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-grandma.html' title='Letter to grandma'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1870917111089179174</id><published>2009-08-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:04:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>I just watched the move "The Ugly Truth". The movie was pretty funny filled with a lot of jokes and also a lot of perceptions about the truth of men, women and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show brought up a few interesting points, it said that all that men care is tits and ass, and in a relationship all they care about is how women use it. This is true to a certain extent, many men out there will be willing to have sex with a women just based on their looks. However there are also many men out there who want more than that, there are many men who want love, they want that intimacy with a partner, they want someone there who will love and care for them and someone who will support them through the thick and thin. There are more women than men who are unwilling to have sex without the emotional attachment but that does not mean that ALL men want sex without the intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing is how the show mentions the stereotype about how men only care about looks. I think I'm a living example that that stereotype is fucking bullshit, sure I do like to admire the physical attractiveness of a female but I have had feelings for women who weren't exactly supermodels but with great personalities. Women are the biggest hypocrites in this subject because I know many women who are shallow as fuck and judge every single physical imperfection about a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of the movie is that when the main character (forgot his name but he is chauvinistic, shallow and just an asshole who lives his life pretending he does not believe in love although he does bang a lot of hot girls) is the way he is because he was screwed over many times by women who were co-dependent, shalow and insecure. Yes there are a lot of girls who get hurt but bad guys out there and yes that is very sad but no one really wonders why the bad guys are bad. Yes some guys are just assholes since the day they were born but I believe many of the "players" and "bad boys" out there are like that only because they have been hurt by a girl(s). For example I get criticized for going out there and having fun and fun sometimes includes drinking massive amounts of alcohol and mingling with lots of women however when I do try to settle down all I get is drama, bullshit and sheer disappointment so is it wrong for me to way to act the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that was brought up was the "checklist" women have. The checklist usually includes the phisycal attributes a guy should have, status, income, social preferences etc... Its fucking sickening cos I have feel victim to losing out to someone because of their "resume" when it is clear that I am better in the "little things" which everyone seems to take for granted these days. There are many women who chose looks over soul, income over caring, status over compassion and yet they usually are the ones who complain a bout being the victims off everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not someone with a chip on his shoulder who is hating on the world. In fact, I am loving every single second of it. I tend to push the people who all the shallow bullshit away and keep those of quality. I know that there are many women of quality out there who do not fit into what I just mentioned, if you are one of them please come and prove me wrong :). I am far from a pessimist however I do look at things realistically. Everything I have said in the post I have lived and seen with my own eyes. But hey I am a 21 year old who has never been in a proper relationship so maybe everything I just said is not credible at all or maybe I am just a tad bit wiser than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to happy days  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1870917111089179174?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1870917111089179174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1870917111089179174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1870917111089179174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1870917111089179174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugly-truth.html' title='Ugly Truth'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6964089882214632280</id><published>2009-08-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:00:17.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose</title><content type='html'>There will always be that time&lt;br /&gt;When the master lets the student go&lt;br /&gt;When the parent leaves the child&lt;br /&gt;When one chooses a different path&lt;br /&gt;When one chooses one thing over another&lt;br /&gt;When one decides its just time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that happens we can either&lt;br /&gt;Cry and feel sad bout it&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world to go fuck themselves&lt;br /&gt;Get revenge&lt;br /&gt;Pretend everything is okay &lt;br /&gt;Man the fuck up and bounce back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One door closes and another opens&lt;br /&gt;One person falls and another gets back up&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't get noticed, rise to the top&lt;br /&gt;I look at drama in the face and spit on it&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, dance and sing like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaron Koo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6964089882214632280?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6964089882214632280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6964089882214632280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6964089882214632280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6964089882214632280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/loose.html' title='Loose'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-614413418086056522</id><published>2009-08-24T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:37:21.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLLINNN</title><content type='html'>Just got back from shooting hoops just then. I'm slowly starting to feel my game coming back. Started off really shit, was missing every single thing but as I started to relax and get warm my release became much more consistent and started knocking down everything. I'm very determined to get my game back up to where it used to be or better than it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's is just something bout stepping on the court that just helps me feel like I am in a different world. As soon as I start bouncing that ball, nothing else matters. Its me in the game, all the bullshit in my life does not matter. I guess this is a test for my dedication and will power, we'll see how things turn out but I think they'll be just fine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start getting my shit ready for China now, hopefully my payments all go through soon so I can start buying the necessities that I need before I leave. Really excited to see what is going to happen when I get there. Really needa start practicing the mandarin and stuff, don't want to get screwed over hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I will be balliinnnn soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-614413418086056522?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/614413418086056522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=614413418086056522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/614413418086056522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/614413418086056522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/balllinnn.html' title='BALLLINNN'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5856150500806888575</id><published>2009-08-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:09:42.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>Yea another one of those days, where I wake up after getting completely intoxicated. I once again managed to end with with fucking unnecessary and drama in my life, not just one in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just fucked because I should be excited right now because I am a bout to take a journey that will most likely change my life for the better but its being overshadowed by all this crap. I have always taken pride in not being one of those people who whinge about how "life sucks" and although sometimes I am on the borderline to become one of those people, I have managed to stay strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom are close to me, you will stick with me always when I rise up to the top. I will get there, its just sooner or later. For those who took me for granted, for letting me go, who chose to be on my bad side and so forth, you can watch me from the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the friends who have stuck by me: I will always treasure you and never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the woman that I will love: I will do everything in my power to make you the envy of the rest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the haters: Thank you for strengthening me because without you I will not be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice will be heard, change will be made and no one can stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5856150500806888575?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5856150500806888575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5856150500806888575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5856150500806888575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5856150500806888575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1188815245689746970</id><published>2009-08-18T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:03:08.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is like a joke&lt;br /&gt;things happen when you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;everything you did right turned out to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;punchlines come out of no where&lt;br /&gt;like surprises in life&lt;br /&gt;It can bring laughter to those who get it&lt;br /&gt;It confuses those who don't&lt;br /&gt;It might even make some ppl angry&lt;br /&gt;Like life jokes can be about race, sex, people, fame... anything......&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to play a joke on someone&lt;br /&gt;before they play it on you&lt;br /&gt;Like life a joke can be mild and easy, it can also be harsh and hurtful&lt;br /&gt;It can be practical or it can just come out of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;It can be planned and set out or it can be spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the joke on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is probably laughing at me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1188815245689746970?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1188815245689746970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1188815245689746970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1188815245689746970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1188815245689746970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-42402899894909611</id><published>2009-08-16T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:07:42.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking up</title><content type='html'>Every day is a new day&lt;br /&gt;bring us surprises&lt;br /&gt;some good&lt;br /&gt;some not so good&lt;br /&gt;we ask why&lt;br /&gt;we find out how&lt;br /&gt;we look for what we want&lt;br /&gt;we try to find where we can get it&lt;br /&gt;we wonder who can bring it to us&lt;br /&gt;The good times seem to pass soo quick&lt;br /&gt;The bad times seem to last forever&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are never justified&lt;br /&gt;Most things seem so unfair&lt;br /&gt;The chase is never ending&lt;br /&gt;We get hurt&lt;br /&gt;We hurt&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, cry, smile, yell, &lt;br /&gt;We put on this mask, to show people what we want them to see&lt;br /&gt;We listen to music to try find someone who's going through similar things&lt;br /&gt;We dance to the music&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go&lt;br /&gt;we love and fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I look up &lt;br /&gt;and pray for strength, wisdom and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;so that when the new day comes&lt;br /&gt;it might be better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaron Koo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-42402899894909611?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/42402899894909611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=42402899894909611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/42402899894909611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/42402899894909611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-up.html' title='Looking up'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-9055346726506200007</id><published>2009-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:06:58.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>This is one of the poems I wrote for my creative writing class&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny hahah cos I wrote it about kebabs. Just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd post it on here soo I can read through it in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CAARONK%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt; 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 &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:EN-US; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Middle Eastern Magic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Filled with botanical wonders that fits together perfectly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;With a dash of heaven sent liquids to soothe the soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Swathed with a jacket made from gifts from earth’s soil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;A delicacy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Loved by a lot but appreciated by a special few&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Its art destroyed by some but upheld by many &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;One taste of its true form can bring the experience of heaven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;One taste might be able to last forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;And now I have fallen under its spell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;But feels like a blessing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Not a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-9055346726506200007?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9055346726506200007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=9055346726506200007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9055346726506200007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9055346726506200007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-9127611213549453629</id><published>2009-07-31T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:27:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will be, will be</title><content type='html'>The conversations I had lately has sparked me to think a bout certain things in my life. One of them was my future, both the near and distant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going to happen in my life 10 years from now? Will I be successful? Will I attempt to be successful but fail? Will I just be average? Will I be married or a 30+ year old single man going around strutting his stuff? Will I be in Perth or will I be going from one place to another calling many places home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel that I have what it takes to be completely independent. I can walk out of my house right now and do just fine but I choose to stay because when I do it I want to do it properly. I think I have the capability to make change in this world and at the same time find ways to support myself. However  I think there are still many improvements I need to make, I need to be more aware of social issues, I don't even know what the hell a financial statement is supposed to imply and I have no idea a bout investing. I have no clue what it means when the price of all ordinaries rises or falls, I don't know the impact the increase in interest rates have in our society and I have no interest in politics whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These couple of weeks have given me time to spend time with certain people close to me and also figure out what I want in life. So far I know what I want is to be able to live up to my potential, whether it be in business, sport or any other passions that I might have picked up along the way. I know that there are certain things in this world that I will want to and will change. I know that I want to be with that special someone when I am going through all these other things in my life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when one door closes another door opens. They say good things come to those who wait. They say you have to fight for what you want. They say love itself is only half of what makes a relationship. Some say love, success and personal fulfilment are just psychological things that help makes us feel better a bout ourselves and they are not real. I believe they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I strive to be good, patient and understanding. Some days it's easy, some days it's not. You wonder everyday whether people appreciate you or they take you for granted. I wonder whether I am someone that somebody else is willing to stand up for and fight for. I wonder whether I wasted the love I have shared. I also wonder whether my wrong doings will be forgiven. I wonder whether they were even wrong at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I want to be someone who can inspire another person to become better in anything in life whether it be career wise or attitude wise. I want to inspire people like the people who have inspired me. I want to be able to touch that one person who will touch a million others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea life, it is a roller coaster. Everyone has they're own opinions bout it but I love it, and personally those who just give up and whine everyday bout how it sucks should just grow some balls. Our character is not defined bout how long we are able to stand but how we get up after we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-9127611213549453629?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9127611213549453629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=9127611213549453629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9127611213549453629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/9127611213549453629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-will-be-will-be.html' title='What will be, will be'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-984984329153801032</id><published>2009-07-26T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:01:43.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Thicke - Cry no more</title><content type='html'>I was really feeling this song today soo yea just thought I'd share the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4a6c6f6ba97c72c2/48b897b047e79996/4bab1886/-cpid/d768962172df4a35" id="W4863f9db657226684a6c6f6ba97c72c2" width="180" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4a6c6f6ba97c72c2/48b897b047e79996/4bab1886/-cpid/d768962172df4a35"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/robin-thicke-lyrics.html"&gt;Robin Thicke Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/cry-no-more-lyrics-robin-thicke.html"&gt;Cry No More Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-984984329153801032?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/984984329153801032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=984984329153801032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/984984329153801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/984984329153801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/robin-thicke-cry-no-more.html' title='Robin Thicke - Cry no more'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7294958142649893951</id><published>2009-07-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:46:14.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Father I ask you for strength&lt;br /&gt;I ask you for wisdom&lt;br /&gt;I ask you for patience&lt;br /&gt;I ask you for direction&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not deserve your love&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for watching over me all my life&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can spread the love you have given me and my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will become that man that only you believe I can be&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7294958142649893951?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7294958142649893951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7294958142649893951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7294958142649893951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7294958142649893951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3948388306619047648</id><published>2009-07-20T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:40:51.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Feeling</title><content type='html'>That feeling you get&lt;br /&gt;when your heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;when you become speechless&lt;br /&gt;when you're all tingly inside&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like a lil schoolgirl even though you're the toughest guy on the block&lt;br /&gt;when all your troubles, worries and responsibilities don't matter&lt;br /&gt;you get that high that no drug in the world can provide&lt;br /&gt;your fingers feel funny&lt;br /&gt;you laugh at things you normally don't laugh at&lt;br /&gt;you don't get angry at things you normally get angry at&lt;br /&gt;you get it only when you're with someone special&lt;br /&gt;you know you feel it when you feel soo comfortable you can fall asleep at any time&lt;br /&gt;All you want to do is lay in bed and be with that someone all day&lt;br /&gt;hold, kiss and cuddle with that person and not care want to do anything else&lt;br /&gt;ohh that feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;how long will it last? Only time can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3948388306619047648?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3948388306619047648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3948388306619047648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3948388306619047648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3948388306619047648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-feeling.html' title='Funny Feeling'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7447437780895313841</id><published>2009-07-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:45:49.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny story</title><content type='html'>No this story isn't going to be funny&lt;br /&gt;sorry to disappoint...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great how sometimes unexpected things can happen&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they're good, sometimes bad, sometimes a bit in between&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how something that I have wanted soo long within my grasp&lt;br /&gt;but then because of my situation I am unable to fully grasp it&lt;br /&gt;It is also very funny how the best feeling in the world comes along with bad feelings as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea thats my funny story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo damn tired right now grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7447437780895313841?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7447437780895313841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7447437780895313841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7447437780895313841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7447437780895313841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-story.html' title='funny story'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6620274114077514308</id><published>2009-06-28T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:37:33.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE TIME!</title><content type='html'>The heart jumps like it has just been resuscitated every time that sound comes&lt;br /&gt;Brain clouded with anxiety, confusion, curiosity, intoxication and infatuation&lt;br /&gt;Hands shake with constantly due to nervousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes away, everything goes back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is back again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind goes blank, plans go wrong, promises broken...&lt;br /&gt;Yet it feels soo damn good&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories pop up, and you pray that this will not be a repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute you feel like the king of the world&lt;br /&gt;Next your heart is pounding up and down like a milkshake machine on turbo&lt;br /&gt;Will it slow down and open up, or will it go too fast and break into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, time, time and only time can tell..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaron Koo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6620274114077514308?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6620274114077514308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6620274114077514308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6620274114077514308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6620274114077514308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-time.html' title='ONE MORE TIME!'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-498592160892115127</id><published>2009-06-23T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:49:02.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of tunnel?</title><content type='html'>Ahh its only a week before me and the boys go on the trip and times are looking great. Just doing my thing at work, chilling out with mates, catching up with as many people as possible and almost sorted out my internship in September.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is going to be a new journey, new adventures, new stories and new friendships. It's just great how AIESEC has helped me grow both in my personal and my professional life, I guess I really needed that kick in the ass to know what I am capable off and what I am able to do with my abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting how I'm constantly developing strong friendships with new people and different people. Can see it right now even. Not sure it is whether I'm moving on with my life too fast and people just can't keep up or maybe I'm just one just leaving people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curiosity.... Hopes..... Dreams...... Will I get there? Will I get further intead? Will I fail? Only time can tell. To any of my friends who are reading this, know that I treasure you friendship and no matter where I am, I will remember you and would like to enjoy more good times in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4813994051461165961-498592160892115127?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/498592160892115127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=498592160892115127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/498592160892115127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/498592160892115127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of tunnel?'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5434760530928635126</id><published>2009-06-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:24:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>I thought by being myself around you, it meant that I felt comfortable around you and that I did not have to wear my soo called bravado mask when doing so. I thought my stupid jokes and my self-deprecating gestures showed that I too am human and that I have nothing to hide unlike the others. I thought you were really different, you saw things differently and that you were unique.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I know that when I thought all those things, all it did was make me look like a fool in front of you. You saw me for a far lesser man that I actually am, you said I was not up there. I guess its your loss, your fucking fault for being blind, just like the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran out of fucking words now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5434760530928635126?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5434760530928635126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5434760530928635126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5434760530928635126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5434760530928635126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3304485983397783820</id><published>2009-06-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:08:58.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relief</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've updated this thing. Don't even know if anyone does read this anymore haha. But I guess better late than never right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished my exams and it feels like a shitload of responsibility has been lifted off my shoulders. Feeling soo much better now, been having lazy days and just doing some celebration partying. Looking forward to my trip, hopefully my pay with Telstra gets sorted out before then which is definately should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also internship almost sorted out for August. I might be going to Beijing to help out with developing their Future Entreprenuers program which should be a great experience and very interesting. I have never been to China before and I guess this is a great way for me to get in touch with my roots. I guess AIESEC is really making a big change in my life and this time hopefully this will stick and I won't just wonder off like how I used too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well apart from that I think I really am growing as a person, starting to become more responsible and also having a better perspective about things in general. Anyway will post up more when I got more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3304485983397783820?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3304485983397783820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3304485983397783820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3304485983397783820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3304485983397783820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/relief.html' title='relief'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8971978158313346865</id><published>2009-05-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:29:34.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHH</title><content type='html'>I don't know but all of a sudden I'm starting to feel all aggro again. I seriously need to calm the fuck down. Especially when I drink, the smallest trigger just gets me all hotted up. Things that normally don't piss me off are starting too now, maybe its cause I've been all stressed up cos of my tests and assignments but really this is getting quite stupid. ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4813994051461165961-8971978158313346865?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8971978158313346865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8971978158313346865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8971978158313346865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8971978158313346865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/arghhhh.html' title='ARGHHHH'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5970615491914244688</id><published>2009-05-04T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:02:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo sahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just got back from MMA and I feel great, I don't know why but I have been feeling really fustrated and aggro lately it was good to just beat the crap out of bags and pads to let it all out. We did drills where we would slam the bag on the ground and just go nuts at it for 1 minute (i think) non-stop hahha. I 1/4 fucked my law test today cause I thought that module would not be in the exam and guess what it was in the freakin exam. Luckily during my revision I managed to remember quite a bit of stuff and hopefully my bullshit can get me some marks to earn at least a distinction. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel much better now I feel I'm doing much more with my time even though I still procrasinate here and there, the amount is much less to what I was doing last week. Today is de-stress day from the test and back to work tomorrow. Gotta start getting into grear for the ICX team in AIESEC, I want to try and get at least 1 tn before I go on exchage (if I pass the review board). For those who do not know what I am talking a bout, I'm planning on going on an overseas internship to China next month and I have to pass the review board which is soon and pay the fee, then I am pertty much on my wayyy wooooo!! It would be great to experience a different country and my original culture which I do not have much familiarity with anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I think that is all I have for now just felt like writing for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5970615491914244688?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5970615491914244688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5970615491914244688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5970615491914244688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5970615491914244688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/woooo-sahhhh.html' title='woooo sahhhh'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6319383654982211370</id><published>2009-04-27T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:14:32.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrasination is a Bitch</title><content type='html'>Arghh fuck, the amount of times I put things off and waste time is really ridiculous. I do not think I got anything productive done today apart from the goal setting sheet but what I did AFTER that pretty much went against everything I said I was going to do in the goal sheet. Could this just be a lazy phase that I'm going through and I'll snap out of it soon?? Hopefully! I keep saying this year will be the year for me to focus and do great things but I keep going back to my old habits. I am going in the right direction, its just that I make too many detours on the way. I really need to fucking pull myself together and get things done tomorrow. I put off gym and any form of study/assignments or ICX contribution today to do what? Absolutely fucking nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself and I'm whinging like a bitch and shit will pull together soon, but I really think I am better than this. I guess old habits die hard but I really just need to make the process quicker. I really need to pull myself together tomorrow and get shit done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know why I am like this again. Am I lost? Am I just overwhelmed? Do I need more time to adjust? It just seems like I am not able to break out of this cycle. Why can't I be like my father who does things he sets his mind to with no issues. Why do I need 10 detours before I reach my desired position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the opposite sex, how do they manage to piss me off all the time, with their fucked up mindsets and views. Arghhh and what pisses me off is that I'm letting shit like this piss me off which means I have nothing else better on my mind. FUCK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this was more of a whinging post sorry for those who are lost (most of you probably are) just needed to write some shit to get off my chest. Hopefully I have something more interesting next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6319383654982211370?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6319383654982211370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6319383654982211370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6319383654982211370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6319383654982211370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/procrasination-is-bitch.html' title='Procrasination is a Bitch'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8831141676122037383</id><published>2009-04-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:33:22.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post WASCon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just got back from AIESEC State Conference and I am currently feeling tired, hungover, 5 years from my lifespan being shortened and motivated and happy all at the same time. Conference was such an amazing experience, I guess I had the similar types of highs after coming back from previous religous retreats that I have been too but this one just tops it all. I think this motivation will actually stick for a long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For those that did not know I have been trying to change my direction in life, especially this year. I think I might have set a bit too many goals this year and I might have to prioritise on a few and leave the others till a bit later. I have been pretty good till the study break where I guess I just got a bit lazy and a bit carried away. But after Conference I am just soo determined and know what I have to do to make this change in my life. I really have to thank God for directing to AIESEC because it is just what I needed to make this change. In the start of the year I guess my approach was wrong because I tried to go cold turkey by no more partying no more this no more that and when the study break came I just dropped everything and went nuts. AIESEC allows me to maintain that motivation to achieve my goals while allowing me to socialise, make new friends and have fun at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At Conference we learnt what the AIESEC organisation is all about. We were told about the organisations goals and structures and how it is trying to activate leadership to inspire individuals to make a change in the world. We did team building activities that encouraged bonding, getting to know each other and also getting to know ourselves. All the activities we did showed how much knowledge that I had and how my ideas can change this world if I do take action. I learnt how important it is to take action, to get to know your team, to inspire, to motivate and to be sustainable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What I have realised during conference is that I am my own worse enemy. I have always known that my potential and talent has been far from being efficiently utilized. I just sit and let my laziness get the better of me thinking that one day things will just happen by itself. I get so caught up in the shallow and unimportant things in life that I allow myself to fall into this slump that just eats me inside. I have this chip on my shoulder, thinking that I do not fit in anywhere, thinking that the world is against me and instead of being thankful for the great people I do have in my life I get soo consumed with anger towards those who are not. In conference I have met a great bunch of like minded people who will help me with my goals and make a change in my life and then the world. I realised that I am the one that has been beating myself up and holding myself down. I now know the change I need to make to get a step closer to the man I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A shout all to all the peeps who made conference great. Those who gave 100% participation in both the info sessions and the parties. Those who inspired me. Those who I became great friends with and will be for a very long time if not forever. Those who showed me the importance of selflessness and integrity. Looking forward to see what is going to happen from now. Till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8831141676122037383?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8831141676122037383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8831141676122037383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8831141676122037383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8831141676122037383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-wascon.html' title='Post WASCon'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5906760817168376937</id><published>2009-04-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:06:12.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just been thinking  about random stuff today, and I started to wonder "what makes a man?" We seem to do a lot of things these days to try prove our "manliness." Some do it by going around acting tough and beating anyone up. Some feel that the amount of women they have slept with justify their manliness. Some like going around and talking about how big the size of their genitalia is to prove their manliness. We do a lot of silly things to measure our manhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today it hit me, a man is not perfect, he does not do everything right and he does not know everything. It is not about how good you are, but how you try to be better. Everybody makes mistakes, it is how he learns from those mistakes. When he gets knocked down, it is how he bounces back. When he does something wrong, he admits he is wrong and tries to be better in the future instead of making excuses. When he does not know what to do, he learns how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I just wrote all that, must have been just trying to get shit outta my mind, anyway till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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/4813994051461165961-5906760817168376937?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5906760817168376937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5906760817168376937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5906760817168376937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5906760817168376937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7779284151447537300</id><published>2009-04-03T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:53:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>I remember much simpler times&lt;div&gt;when I woke up and had no idea what I was going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be okay with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things like money and "the future" did not matter at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A time when doing simple things such as blowing out a candle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would bring joy to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I needed was my mind and I could travel to different places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited kingdoms, dungeouns, stadiums and even stepped foot in a wrestling ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was Ultraman, a power ranger, a professional wrestler and all kinds of superheroes that I made up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like the social ladder, the rat race, the economy, education, it all did not mean shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in my world, I was king of that world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not have to worry bout anyone but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now things are different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every action I make affects how I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about doing big things every single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to change and make myself better constantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assess my weaknesses and my flaws &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along with my strengths and values&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about my future, about how my life will turn out, about love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times when I did my "travelling" are now day dreaming and seen as a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have all the time in the world, now time is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can be sad how things change over time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can also be damn exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who say "life sux" just do not appreciate the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They do not see how the wrong turns and accidents helps you learn lessons and strengthens you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through those wrong turns you also get to see the road that you would not have seen if you kept on the right path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thinking becomes broader and you become wiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha oh baby I love to see what this year is going to bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4813994051461165961-7779284151447537300?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7779284151447537300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7779284151447537300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7779284151447537300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7779284151447537300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-209850727449381828</id><published>2009-03-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:33:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am at a point in life right now where I am not sure whether I need a total change in direction. Iam currently in that path where I am going to be closer in getting my goals and achieving great things. They say image is everything and they way you conduct yourself is very important. Does that mean that I have to change the way I act too? Those who know me know that I like to present myself as a silly and shallow person when I am really more than that, however I cannot seem to stop myself from doing that. It is my way of coping with life by not taking many things to seriously and just having a bit of fun. Many of those who are close to me will get that but I am begining to wonder about those who are not. I was shocked when I found out how alot of people who I thought were close friends  thought of me. A lot of them seem to see my silly carefree joking side as my core personality and laughed at the fact when I said I was going to do what I was going to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Should I start becoming more serious and stop making jokes at every little thing that I find funny? Should I stop making inappropraite jokes which used to be my niche? Should I start portraying my real intelligence and stop acting stupid? But what I do not know is whether by doing all this, am I compromising my real personality? My life will becoming all shade and no light. I am constantly trying to better myself and I am currently far from the person that I want to become but I think doing some of the things I mentioned above is a bit to extreme. But it really fustrates me when people look down on me and do not belive in me. However it does push and drive me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think all I can do is leave it in God's hands and see where I go from there. The journey in my life is getting more interesting by the day and I cannot wait for what is in store for me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-209850727449381828?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/209850727449381828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=209850727449381828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/209850727449381828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/209850727449381828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/cross-roads.html' title='Cross Roads'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6840377095865835261</id><published>2009-03-19T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:07:35.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Waddup all, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea still doing my thing at the moment and haven't had time to write stuff here for a while. I think I am still going good in regards to hitting my goals but getting lazy from time to time but yeah I just got to kick myself in the ass and get back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the flu again so I'm sick as a dog which is making it hard to sleep. All these people telling me to party on the weekends, please you are soo not helping please go away!! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways don't think I have anything interesting to say at this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6840377095865835261?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6840377095865835261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6840377095865835261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6840377095865835261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6840377095865835261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3355500491339216874</id><published>2009-03-05T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:19:48.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've updated my blog. I have just been really busy with Uni, work and gym at the moment that I can hardly find the time. But since I am bored out of my mind at work I thought might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my plan to focus after my Singapore trip has been starting to kick in. I have not missed any classes, stayed on top of my tutorial work and have not been clubbing since Uni has started. I can also feel my body getting fitter after working out almost everyday at the gym but I haven't lost as much weight as I'd hope to, oh well not like I am some body conscious teenage girl any way it does not really bother me too much. However I do hope I lose around 5-10 kilos this year so that I can be in good shape for martial arts. No I do not give a shit whether I look fat or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has recently loaded me with a lot of shifts, although I feel its a bit too much I have to take it too save money for my trip mid year because I have no idea how much work I'll be getting throughout the year. For all I know I might not have any work at all till my birthday but at least now I know I'll have money for the ticket and a decent amount of spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals this year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Sun Zhi art of war (not yet)&lt;br /&gt;Read Romance of the three kingdoms (in progress)&lt;br /&gt;Read Ideas generator (not yet )&lt;br /&gt;Learn guitar (waiting for the cash to fix the damn thing first)&lt;br /&gt;Get fit (in progress)&lt;br /&gt;Cut down on the partying (in progress)&lt;br /&gt;Kick ass in Uni (hopefully on the right tract)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm on the right track in terms of completing my goals. Also this year I've decided to put girls very very low on my priority list. They seem to be the biggest distraction last year and I just think this will be a much better move for me. Not saying I would not be open to meet someone new, just that it will be on my terms now and I will not be compromising my goals for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest problem I'm having at the moment is going to gym in the morning before work/uni etc.. I think I've tuned my body clock properly but my body does not want to run 5 k's 7-8 in the morning. I hope I can overcome this because then I will be a MACHINE!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gotta go back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3355500491339216874?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3355500491339216874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3355500491339216874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3355500491339216874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3355500491339216874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while-since-ive-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3579717910580078844</id><published>2009-02-12T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:53:42.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio Rodrigo "Minotauro" Nogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mmajunkie.com/dyn/images/fighters/antonio-rodrigo-nogueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 328px;" src="http://mmajunkie.com/dyn/images/fighters/antonio-rodrigo-nogueira.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira was hit by a truck when he was 10 years old. The truck was backing up and accidently hit him while he was playing with his friends. A motherfucking TRUCK!!! The accident cracked both his ribs, punctured his lung, ruptured his spleen and he needed 300 stiches in his body. He now has half a lung and his spleen was removed from his body. Doctors were surprised he is still alive, they said he'll never walk again let alone play sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;20 years later "Minotauro" Nogueira is a Mixed Martial Arts World Champion and one of the worlds most respected MMA fighters. What this man has achieved is just incredible. It goes to show whatw strong will and heart can overcome. Doctors said he was going to die, he said "I'm going to live". Minotauro the greek mythical creature which was half-man half-bull was the nickname given to him and that is exactly what he is.... A mythical creature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What this man has overcome in life truly inspires me. It just shows that we can do almost anything if we put our hearts into it. So if a doctor ever tells you that you can't be cured or that you're going to die in X amount of time. Always remember that there is always hope, doctors did not believe that Nogueira would live much less become a world MMA champion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Believe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3579717910580078844?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3579717910580078844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3579717910580078844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3579717910580078844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3579717910580078844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/antonio-rodrigo-minotauro-nogueira.html' title='Antonio Rodrigo &quot;Minotauro&quot; Nogueira'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4539383040900334970</id><published>2009-01-12T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:09:12.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Holiday</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me would know that I have gone on an overseas trip to Singapore/Malaysia for the last month or so. During my trip I have caught up with people that I have not seen in a long time, met many new friends and have had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people I have met that are so self-centered its shocking how much of a lack of conscience some people have. There were some who are so two faced you do not know whether you can trust them one bit. However I will not let the bad attitudes of some have a bad impact on my tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have been having lots of fun till last week when I got a fever. This fever has lasted for almost a week now and it is most likely a virus. But at least it was not dengue or malaria like the clinic doctor was so quickly to suggest before the blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being sick has also thought me a lot of things. Yes sure I can't go out and party and do whatever the hell I want like before but I realised how much love my family has for me. Bear in mind these are my extended relatives and not my parents. Yet they take time out of their lives to look after me, make sure I'm alright and guess what they do not expect anything back. Just the fact that they are looking after another human being is enough gratitude for them. I mean now of days how many of us bother to take time or money out of our lives to help someone, just because it is the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a roller coaster ride this journey has been and it has still not ended yet hahaha. Perhaps I may recover in time for one last blast before I head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to thank God for blessing me with great loved ones, I rather have my family than a million dollars anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4539383040900334970?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4539383040900334970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4539383040900334970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4539383040900334970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4539383040900334970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-holiday.html' title='What a Holiday'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-2699264950532354456</id><published>2008-12-08T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:38:24.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason those notes created by strumming a string, hitting an object and pressing a key engages us in a very deep way. Music can make us smile, dance, angry and sometimes cry. We applaud those who have the gift to create those beautiful sounds that generate all kinds of emotions from us but those who try and fail just make us cringe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some people become millionaires because of music, some don't get a single cent but find great happiness in it that no amount of money would ever be able to buy. It is amazing how some words are taboo in our society can become great lyrics to a song and how expressing certain emotions may be weird in society but genius when expressed with a melody. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some say music is the ultimate art form because it can heal the soul and it makes the world go round. How many of us here can say that we have heard a song and said "oh my God this is exactly how I feel at the moment" ? I do not think that I will be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-2699264950532354456?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2699264950532354456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=2699264950532354456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2699264950532354456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/2699264950532354456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-953036875813212401</id><published>2008-12-02T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:01:00.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sign?</title><content type='html'>I guess now I know where you stand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice knowing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-953036875813212401?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/953036875813212401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=953036875813212401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/953036875813212401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/953036875813212401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/sign.html' title='sign?'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-2627760823214881468</id><published>2008-11-26T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:58:41.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blink</title><content type='html'>blink&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I check to see if it is there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out to be something else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something of less importance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something I don't care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I check again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is still not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I wanted has not arrived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I long for, what I was waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should I give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distractions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still cannot help but hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longing for it yet I want to let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowing what can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4813994051461165961-2627760823214881468?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8747596953786657475</id><published>2008-11-24T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:38:59.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>I guess sometimes you can't help being hated on&lt;div&gt;No matter how hard you try to be a good person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how many times people are told not to judge a book by its cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much improvement you've made to your personality flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just sticks with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will forever known as "that guy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although you try brush it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you know that there are many others out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who love you and respect you for who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't help but be a tad fustrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fustrated at how people can act one way to your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another way behind your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how sometimes people just can't let go of shit that wasn't worth holding on to in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how people hear things and choose to believe instead of hearing for themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take this short moment to thank God for all the people who have shown me love and supported me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also to thank those close to my heart for being there for me when I needed them and taking the time to know the person beneath the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please know that if theres anything you need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether it be a listening ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words of advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone to just help vent whats hidden inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or in any other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be here for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also like to thank the haters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for motivating me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helping me grow stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you bitches can't fucking stop me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8747596953786657475?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8747596953786657475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8747596953786657475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8747596953786657475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're excited about whats going to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time the butterflies fill your stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nervousness creeping up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thrill makes up for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know where you stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know who to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go in with no fear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New plans&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New lessons to be learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3535510973021528021?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5445243996365998980</id><published>2008-11-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:35:09.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie Hitch and it brought up a couple of issues that I have been pondering about for a while now. Well it seems that my whole blog and life is about these certain issues. I think I think about them a lot because its the only part of my life that I don't have control of. But yeah.. Are we that much in control as we would like to think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the issues brough up was about one "having their guard up because they are afraid people will see right through them so they hide behind mystery and humour." Too be honest I think this does describe me very well. The side people usually see is my humourous side which I think is only a very shallow part of my personality but people seem to think that is what I am all about. I guess I use humour as a way to break the ice and perhaps try to put a smile on other people's faces as well as my own so we can all be just that little bit happier. Not many people understand what I am about, very few do actually and I am very thankful for those few for they have helped me through obstacles in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This issue here would probably be one of the most controversial issues people would find. The issue of being open with ones emotions. Lets say a guy meets a girl and he develops an interest in her, should he play it cool or just say "Hi, I like you and I would really like a chance to get to know you a lot better." The first option seems to be the more acceptable one in our society but isn't it more dishonest? Don't women whinge everyday about how men lie and play their little games bla bla bla... Yet not many men will succeed with the second option unless he looks like Brad Pitt or has mastered the way to sweep a lady of her feet by looking at her. Do we really get rewarded for being honest? Should we suppress our emotions everytime we become infactuated or on the rare occasion "in love?" Well I have tried both options actually but I will not name drop. First option has lead to some level of success with people coming out of it no being hurt but nothing really got serious in the first place. The second option has just never really worked and in fact it has fucked me up really bad. But I guess that is how the game works and we all need to play. I'm sick of playing to be very honest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another issue is how real good guys never seem to get a break. When would being able to treat a woman well and trying ones best to make the woman happy be enough? Do good guys stand a chance against smooth talking and charming assholes? Is it fair? Should it be acceptable that some females just fall for who they fall for or does someone have to wake them the fuck up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact in my circle of friends there are a few girls and guys who do not deserve the partners or deserve better.  Should I be punished that I actually care about other people's feelings and I do not want to play mind games? Fuck life can be fustrating sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with all these issues, my life is fine and there is not that much that I can complain about. Am I being unreasonable when I want more? When I want my life to be magnificent? Better than just ok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5445243996365998980?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5445243996365998980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5445243996365998980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5445243996365998980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5445243996365998980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/11/hitch.html' title='Hitch'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5459722782047345095</id><published>2008-11-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:10:43.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>Just some shit I scribbled on the beach the other day....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it because there is a million things on my mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't seem to see what is in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I lay here on the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking at the people around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking why they are here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not somewhere else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some here to enjoy the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some here to enjoy the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some hope for transformation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relaxing like there is not a worry in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then it hits me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why I came here in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondering why after I am at a high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always get brought down to a low not long after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I wan to stay there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and be king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is like I will never get the clean break taht I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say it is ok to take one step back and 2 steps forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about getting pushed two steps back everytime I take a step forward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The laughter and thrills only last for a short time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what if I want eternal happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that to much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe not even eternal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps just something longer than a little while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5459722782047345095?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5459722782047345095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5459722782047345095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5459722782047345095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5459722782047345095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/11/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7948471398281157658</id><published>2008-11-07T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:25:59.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>Things you never expected to happen will happen&lt;div&gt;Be it good or bad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes they bring a smile to your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes a tear to your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry thought I had more things to say but I guess not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7948471398281157658?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7948471398281157658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7948471398281157658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7948471398281157658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7948471398281157658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-870047201062525318</id><published>2008-11-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:13:49.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test?</title><content type='html'>Oh God please tell me this is a test&lt;br /&gt;I really am at the point of breaking&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up but my heart won't let me&lt;br /&gt;but if I fail I know I'll be hurt&lt;br /&gt;worst than the last time&lt;br /&gt;and the time before that&lt;br /&gt;Please show me that patience and perserverance leads to great rewards&lt;br /&gt;Please do not let this be another "what not to do" lesson&lt;br /&gt;Another time when "shit happens"&lt;br /&gt;All those "that day will come" advice seem to go down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up to the max&lt;br /&gt;Please let this be my time&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-870047201062525318?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/870047201062525318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=870047201062525318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;A man's reputation can sometimes be overshadowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;by a certain persona he evokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that persona may keep all the his other traits hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this man is then labelled for the rest of his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;seen as only one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;never given a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no benefit of the doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He struggles every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;trying to be something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;trying to change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but they won't let him, oh no they won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everytime he tries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;all he gets is "fuck off, whatever, don't fool yourself and stick to what you do best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He never gets a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He's destined to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But he will break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and when that day comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;oh when it comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he will finally get his shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he will finally find the one he loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he will finally be accepted fully for who he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No more bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;muthaaa fuckkazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3192211053931680285?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3192211053931680285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3192211053931680285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3192211053931680285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3192211053931680285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/11/mans-reputation-can-sometimes-be.html' title='light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-162500318900252902</id><published>2008-10-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:07:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No I'm not talking bout those people who wear masks and throw stars and people. I'm talking about my very restless, rowdy and energetic pet dog Ninja. The reason he was named Ninja is because he reminded us of our grandfather's late dog who was named Ninja, so he is kind of like a Ninja junior. Anyway... Me, my 2nd brother and my mother were not very keen in getting a dog in the first place but my little brother really wanted one and my dog has been a dog lover his whole life. So the rest of us decided that we would agree to sacrifice some time and energy (later possesions also) in order to help take care of the dog. I guess sometimes we are willing to do things we do not always want to do for the ones we love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a few months now we have put up with the dog tearing down our clothes from the clothes line, destroying our back yard and constant banging on our doors when he needs attention. Even though life would be just that much easier if we never got Ninja in the first place, we have all grown to love our dog and accepted him as part of our family. But today I fucked up.... Bad. Normally when my mother comes home from work, we would hold the dog and then open the garage door for her. Today I opened the door before I had full control of the dog and he ran out. I chased after him soon after down the street and then it happened... Ninja ran across the road and a car came and hit the side of Ninja. Next thing you know Ninja is walking on 3 legs and is hurting real bad and its all my fault. Thankfully he is still alive and safe now but still the anger in my father's eyes just said it all. My father never swears, today he swore at me... I just hope everything goes good at the vet tomorrow and no damage is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I kind of have an excuse because I was not feeling right during the day which lead to my half hearted attempt to control the dog but that is just lame... Normally the dog just wonders to the front porch and back and comes back in soon after but we should never take anything for granted. Today just thought me that sometimes the little safety procedures that we think are stupid and just a complete waste of time are so stupid after all and someone could get hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm so sorry Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-162500318900252902?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5630902433103285900</id><published>2008-10-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:54:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I chased you for long enough, I think it's time you chase me........"&lt;/span&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/4813994051461165961-5630902433103285900?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5630902433103285900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5630902433103285900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5630902433103285900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5630902433103285900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-game.html' title='New Game'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3667770889961871332</id><published>2008-09-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:46:03.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That fucking feeling</title><content type='html'>You thought that it would never come back again&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It just did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That warm and fuzziness.&lt;br /&gt;The chills up your spine.&lt;br /&gt;The hope.&lt;br /&gt;The imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;So fucking confusing....&lt;br /&gt;Yet you love the challenge and butterflies you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3667770889961871332?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3667770889961871332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3667770889961871332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel like she has to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't always have to wear the perfect dress&lt;br /&gt;or put on her makeup right&lt;br /&gt;Because in my eyes she would be the most beautiful woman in the world&lt;br /&gt;Her so called "imperfections" are what entices me&lt;br /&gt;When she says the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;or does something embarassing&lt;br /&gt;that is when I know she is real, she's not just another "one of those"&lt;br /&gt;I accept her for everything she is&lt;br /&gt;good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Her "flaws" do not make her look bad&lt;br /&gt;they define who she is&lt;br /&gt;They make her unique...&lt;br /&gt;Which I love&lt;br /&gt;I love so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4813994051461165961-8714286442003356228?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8714286442003356228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8714286442003356228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8714286442003356228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8714286442003356228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-quality.html' title='Greatest Quality'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4430254775034546429</id><published>2008-08-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:26:06.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIBUTE</title><content type='html'>In the year 2006, I lost two people who were very close to my heart. First it was my beloved grandmother Theresa Koo and not long after I had to say goodbye to Luke Askwith a very close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theresa Koo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You raised 10 children in a small home and without many of the luxuries in life that we take for granted&lt;br /&gt;All 10 of those children became great people in this world&lt;br /&gt;Most of them became great parents&lt;br /&gt;Although you have been through so much you always find the time to share your love with us&lt;br /&gt;You always looked after us&lt;br /&gt;You gave me my Chinese name&lt;br /&gt;You shared your wisdom with me&lt;br /&gt;You give so much yet you hardly ever ask for anything&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me&lt;br /&gt;When I die I hope that I have developed half the strength that you had&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I had half the amount of influence that you had in this world&lt;br /&gt;You lived for years without the man you loved by your side an yet you still did not lose strength nor did you stop sharing your love&lt;br /&gt;You inspired my father so much to be the best father he can be&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there to tell you how much I loved you&lt;br /&gt;and how much you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;before you left me&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you are watching over me in heaven&lt;br /&gt;where they welcomed you with open arms when you left this world&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I strive to be a man that you will be proud off&lt;br /&gt;even though sometimes when I slip&lt;br /&gt;the thought of you helps me get back up&lt;br /&gt;RIP po po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Askwith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first new friend I made when I started work in maccas&lt;br /&gt;From that day we grew to become very close friends&lt;br /&gt;You did not judge me instead you accepted me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;We were different people but we both had great respect and admiration for each other&lt;br /&gt;We shared our thoughts about life&lt;br /&gt;You did what you did for reasons I still do not know&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you are in a better place right now&lt;br /&gt;You probably just could not be bothered with all the bullshit in this world any more&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there to be able to know what was going on in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that I would've said the right words to you to stop you from leaving us&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Luke&lt;br /&gt;We all do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know that I will never forget you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how powerful or rich I become&lt;br /&gt;No matter how poor I may be&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;RIP Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4430254775034546429?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4430254775034546429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4430254775034546429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4430254775034546429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4430254775034546429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/08/tribute.html' title='TRIBUTE'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5269383621197574361</id><published>2008-08-06T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:12:21.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; A sweet baked food made of flour, liquid, eggs, and other ingredients, such as raising agents and flavourings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all it is? A desert? Or is it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use cakes to celebrate all kinds of occasions, from rites of passages to birthdays to the length of a relationship and just all kinds happy moments in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some have it&lt;br /&gt;Others spend they're whole life wanting it&lt;br /&gt;Some don't even want it&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who constantly look for it&lt;br /&gt;For those who have it&lt;br /&gt;They might be happy with it&lt;br /&gt;They might not&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't have it&lt;br /&gt;Might go look for it&lt;br /&gt;Constantly demand it&lt;br /&gt;Settle for whatever they get&lt;br /&gt;even when it's not what they were looking for&lt;br /&gt;Some just wait for it to come&lt;br /&gt;because when it comes&lt;br /&gt;it will be everything they have wanted&lt;br /&gt;everything they expected it to be&lt;br /&gt;maybe more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But while waiting, why not eat the icing samples :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maybe revealed in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5269383621197574361?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5269383621197574361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5269383621197574361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5269383621197574361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5269383621197574361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/08/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3869624857804946501</id><published>2008-08-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:53:09.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>"Truth is still absolute believe that, even when that truth is hard and cold and more painful than you ever imagined. And even when truth is more cruel than any lie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3869624857804946501?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3869624857804946501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3869624857804946501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3869624857804946501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3869624857804946501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8655910849445165691</id><published>2008-08-02T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:49:57.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champion</title><content type='html'>In life there will be things that we want with all our heart. That "thing" could be a hobby, a sport, a memory or even a person. But sometimes in life we have to let go of something that we want, no matter how bad we want it. It hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the true Champions who are able to live their life to the fullest and achieve happiness after they let go of that thing that once meant the world to them. Champions can carve a life for themselves even after their dream dies. In the face of all trouble they still will not lose their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8655910849445165691?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8655910849445165691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8655910849445165691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8655910849445165691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8655910849445165691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/08/champion.html' title='Champion'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4018570164988903993</id><published>2008-07-31T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:00:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The skies start to clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and the sun rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;things start to make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the world is at peace again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then those flashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;those FUCKING flashes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;forgotten emotions and memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;unlocked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After thet things slow down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the spirit is at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but its only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;till those flashes come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When will they stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When will they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When will they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When will they die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in 10 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Father help us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4018570164988903993?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4018570164988903993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4018570164988903993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4018570164988903993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4018570164988903993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/flashes.html' title='Flashes'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7174709367047774125</id><published>2008-07-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:11:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior faces his battles without feat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He never just survives, he lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He isn't afraid of defeat, even less afraid of victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He keeps his head up after all his battles whether he wins or loses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giving up is never an option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only a strategic retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warriors heart is both his biggest weakness and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is never silent when something needs to be said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He faces his troubles head to head&lt;br /&gt;He would rather die with the answers than live confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He always stands up for what he believes in no matter what society thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is secure enough about himself that he's not afraid to show emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior is a fighter, scientist, philosopher and a strategists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He never makes mistakes only learns lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He never gets held back for long, he always manages to keep going forward somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His dreams will never stay dreams, they will become reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surrounds himself only with those that he trusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior always tries to do what is right&lt;br /&gt;Even when it compromises his pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but a warrior is also human, he does make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior sees the things with his own eyes and not the eyes of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior is not afraid to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A warrior is built with passion&lt;br /&gt;Will die for the ones he loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaron Koo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every single day I strive to be a warrior in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7174709367047774125?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7174709367047774125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7174709367047774125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7174709367047774125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7174709367047774125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/warrior.html' title='Warrior'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4109930310213528868</id><published>2008-07-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:20:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>As the water drips&lt;br /&gt;Worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;Wars break out&lt;br /&gt;Truth become lies&lt;br /&gt;Happiness turn to depression&lt;br /&gt;Rich become poor&lt;br /&gt;Skies become dark&lt;br /&gt;and stay dark&lt;br /&gt;Confusion in the air&lt;br /&gt;Answers become questions&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge disappears&lt;br /&gt;Anger becomes the norm&lt;br /&gt;Rage so frequent like flyer miles&lt;br /&gt;As it flows down the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Pain all over it could be smelt in the air&lt;br /&gt;Guru's start becoming idiots&lt;br /&gt;All chivalry, manners and formalities out the window&lt;br /&gt;Love becomes a myth&lt;br /&gt;Then the water dried up&lt;br /&gt;The sun come out&lt;br /&gt;Skies cleared up&lt;br /&gt;Peace restored..&lt;br /&gt;The quest for knowledge was completed&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were learnt and treasured&lt;br /&gt;Laughter was no longer a mystery&lt;br /&gt;There were no weaknesses only strengths and potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaron Koo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4109930310213528868?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4109930310213528868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4109930310213528868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4109930310213528868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4109930310213528868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1928098449227136969</id><published>2008-07-26T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:59:19.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fairy Tale love, the kind of love that is shown in the Movies. The kind where two people meet and instantly they know they're meant to be together. The type of love where nothing else in the world mattered except each other. Nothing could come in between the love of the two, money, family, friends, the law and even life itself did not measure up to it. Where two people are so in love that one cannot beat to live a single second without the other figuratively and literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A lot of people do not believe  in this type of love. They say that love itself is simply not enough. Financial security, family, status and so on are involved. They believe that anyone who does believe in a Fairy Tale love is a fool. Other things in life mattered,  such as children, a job, money and so on. They go through life caring more about their careers and material possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who believe and strive for Fairy Tale love. Those who are constantly out there searching for the one. Putting their hearts out and getting it broken but know its all worth it in the end when they do find that special someone. Those who will climb the highest mountains and move halfway across the world to find that special love. Those who some people will call "stupid" and "naive". Those who feel that life will not be complete without that someone special to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we get those who are living the Fairy Tale love. Where couples love each other to death and nothing will ever come between them. Those who survive the difficulties life brings because they know that all they need is each other to get through the hard times. Those who have found someone who love them for everything that person is. Those who people will say are the luckiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of these groups do you belong to? Why do you belong there? What did life throw at you that caused you to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that a lot of us may never be able to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&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/4813994051461165961-1928098449227136969?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1928098449227136969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1928098449227136969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1928098449227136969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1928098449227136969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy Tale'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3590930757702489286</id><published>2008-07-26T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:06:43.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Object of Desire</title><content type='html'>The object of desire, something that has long been searched for by many.&lt;br /&gt;To some it may be wealth, knowledge, ideas, people, love, strength and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;Why is the object of our desire the object of our desire?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the fact that it is something we have do not have, something that we can never have or  something that is just within our grasps?&lt;br /&gt;Some people can live their whole life without experience the object of their desire.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can spend their whole life chasing it.&lt;br /&gt;The object of our desire can make life just that little bit more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It can also make life completely depressing without it.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when we see the object of our desire fall into the hands of another?&lt;br /&gt;Do we keep chasing it hoping that it will be in our hands some day?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we let it go knowing that it will make that other person happy?&lt;br /&gt;Should we sacrifice our own happiness for another?&lt;br /&gt;People have fought long and hard for their objects of desires.&lt;br /&gt;Some people have given up and chose to take what is dealt.&lt;br /&gt;Should we keep chasing it even when it feels like everything is against us?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we just give up and live life everyday thinking what could have been?&lt;br /&gt;When we do get the object of our desire, is life complete?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we chase the next one that comes in our way?&lt;br /&gt;Can we have more than one object of desire?&lt;br /&gt;Does it even exist? Or is it just a figment of our imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please answer my questions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3590930757702489286?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3590930757702489286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3590930757702489286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3590930757702489286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3590930757702489286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/object-of-desire.html' title='Object of Desire'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3891677149390175492</id><published>2008-07-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:43:21.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy to man</title><content type='html'>There was a boy without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;all he wanted to do was play games, have fun&lt;br /&gt;he didn't care about school, his future&lt;br /&gt;he didn't have to worry bout what his friends thought about him&lt;br /&gt;because he'll go to school the next day and make a whole bunch of new ones&lt;br /&gt;When kid's bullied him, he cried&lt;br /&gt;then he went home and got over it&lt;br /&gt;Test, exams... he didn't care&lt;br /&gt;he just did his own thing&lt;br /&gt;then he started slowly growing up&lt;br /&gt;realised that life isn't so easy and carefree&lt;br /&gt;he started caring about people other than himself&lt;br /&gt;he started liking girls&lt;br /&gt;true friends were hard to find&lt;br /&gt;things like money and a job started to matter more&lt;br /&gt;he learnt about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;he learnt about lust, greed and love&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that things change&lt;br /&gt;and people change&lt;br /&gt;he started to mature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was slowly becoming a man&lt;br /&gt;he realised how important family was&lt;br /&gt;how simple things like spending time with the ones you love mean more than all the riches in the world&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that infatuations can lead to disappointment&lt;br /&gt;he learnt how life can be cruel and unfair&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that people can be cruel and unfair&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that there are priorities in life and we should be wise about our decisions&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that he makes mistakes and has to learn from them&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to know&lt;br /&gt;how it felt to be betrayed&lt;br /&gt;how it felt to be backstabbed&lt;br /&gt;how it felt to be left out&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how tough things became&lt;br /&gt;he knew that God was watching over him&lt;br /&gt;and tough times lead to happy times&lt;br /&gt;and how lucky he was to have a house to live in, clothes to wear, legs to walk, hands to work and food to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boy finally became a man&lt;br /&gt;the man acts like a boy most of the time because he misses how easy and fun it was&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the man forgets he's a man and gets carried away&lt;br /&gt;the man knew how it felt like to know who his true friends are&lt;br /&gt;and who weren't&lt;br /&gt;he learnt that sometimes you can't control everything&lt;br /&gt;and you just have to let go&lt;br /&gt;He keeps calm when he's in the presence of a friend who he knows has dogged him&lt;br /&gt;He keeps the peace when he could start a war&lt;br /&gt;because he knows that sometimes life is just easier if we let go&lt;br /&gt;but he knows inside what's happening and what's going on&lt;br /&gt;he knows who has his back and who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;he knows who's back he'll have and who's he won't bother looking at&lt;br /&gt;His passion grows everyday&lt;br /&gt;what other people see as ordinary, he sees potential&lt;br /&gt;he learnt sometimes perseverance can be very hard&lt;br /&gt;but if he hangs on it might... just might pay off.... at least he hopes&lt;br /&gt;He learns how it feels like to be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;and how  satisfying it can be when hard work pays off&lt;br /&gt;He also learns what it feels like to be taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;He tries to keep in mind that when people push him away&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones who are missing out&lt;br /&gt;not him&lt;br /&gt;He tries to better himself every single day&lt;br /&gt;but he will never be someone other than himself&lt;br /&gt;he's learnt how pretending can only fuck him over&lt;br /&gt;he's learnt that no matter what the odds are&lt;br /&gt;shit happens&lt;br /&gt;he's learnt how painful it is&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to do or say to the girl he likes&lt;br /&gt;how painful it is for her to not like him back&lt;br /&gt;How painful it is&lt;br /&gt;to lose people close to his heart&lt;br /&gt;and never being able to tell them how much they meant to him&lt;br /&gt;and how much he loved them and will never ever forget them&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't dwell in the pain even if it does come back constantly&lt;br /&gt;he keeps pushing forward&lt;br /&gt;he keeps rising higher&lt;br /&gt;hoping one day&lt;br /&gt;just one day&lt;br /&gt;it will all pay off&lt;br /&gt;he will reach complete happiness&lt;br /&gt;he will get the appreciation he truly deserves&lt;br /&gt;and that people can see him for what he really is&lt;br /&gt;what he is behind the mask he wears at times&lt;br /&gt;the man behind the boy&lt;br /&gt;the person underneath all the laughs and formalities&lt;br /&gt;Him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3891677149390175492?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3891677149390175492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3891677149390175492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3891677149390175492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3891677149390175492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-to-man.html' title='Boy to man'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3592909224812978221</id><published>2008-07-17T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:58:54.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back baby</title><content type='html'>Every since my first Muay Thai fight, I haven't been fully enthusiastic during training and have not been training as hard. I dunno whether it was because I lost motivation or whether I was just being plain lazy. Anyway today I found my groove back. I was hitting the pads at will, doing my core, grappling and sparing hard. Not to mention my improved hands and grappling skills have just made everything more fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like to announce that I'm back baby. I'm just glad my head is much straighter now. So much fucking shit was on my mind before and now I'm back to doing what I love without thinking bout bullshit soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3592909224812978221?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3592909224812978221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3592909224812978221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3592909224812978221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3592909224812978221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m back baby'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4112222069830637651</id><published>2008-07-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:49:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder, better, faster, stronger</title><content type='html'>Today was more eventful than I have expected. I thought it would be just another day where I slept in laze around and do whatever I was supposed to do but that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had a delicious lunch with a friend who was about to fly off on his holiday trip.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening went to Muay Thai training. Some of you may know that I have been pretty sick for the last couple of weeks, so because of that I have not been training hard at all. Surprisingly today when we were sparing, I felt stronger that I was before and my technique looked like it has gotten better. Sure my fitness was not were it used to be but more gained than lost right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a certain someone was being a cunt but we shall not let the negatives pull us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we get wiser as we grow older? I sure do hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4112222069830637651?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4112222069830637651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4112222069830637651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4112222069830637651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4112222069830637651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/harder-better-faster-stronger.html' title='Harder, better, faster, stronger'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8966117458641219580</id><published>2008-07-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:50:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the face of true love you don't just give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the object of your affection is begging you to&lt;br /&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/4813994051461165961-8966117458641219580?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8966117458641219580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8966117458641219580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8966117458641219580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8966117458641219580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/importance-of-perseverance.html' title='Importance of Perseverance'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7414197629564421781</id><published>2008-07-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:53:46.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woken up</title><content type='html'>These last couple of weeks I haven't really been myself lately. I have been acting a bit overly emotional and sensitive or agro. To put it in simple terms I have been behaving like a fucking bitch. The reason I have been acting this way could be because I have been pretty sick the last few weeks, been to fucked up and not sleeping and I also have been dealing with some personal issues or a combination of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have returned to Muay Thai training this week because I have been feeling much better and boy does it feel great. Tuesday I just did some bag work and core strength stuff to sweat it a bit and tone up the muscles :P and today I got back into the pads and had a little spar with the boys. I'm not much of a bravado type of person by boy nothing wakes me up like a punch in the face. I've just realised how gay and stupid I have been acting and I think its time to fucking man up. No more bitch assness as that faggot P Diddy would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Aaron is a man again now thank God. Still got some issues but that's life I'll deal with it. No more bitchy blogs for a while I guess haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7414197629564421781?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7414197629564421781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7414197629564421781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7414197629564421781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7414197629564421781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/woken-up.html' title='woken up'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8004320537684264288</id><published>2008-06-30T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:42:22.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Should I have took the time&lt;br /&gt;to figure out the right things to do&lt;br /&gt;or the right things to say&lt;br /&gt;thought about actions that might have&lt;br /&gt;caused things to go a different way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things could have turn out different&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;some not&lt;br /&gt;If I did things differently current issues&lt;br /&gt;might not have been issues&lt;br /&gt;Or issues would be completely different&lt;br /&gt;What if I did this instead of that&lt;br /&gt;What if I did not do anything at all&lt;br /&gt;What if I did too much&lt;br /&gt;What if I did too little&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight makes us all geniuses&lt;br /&gt;but idiots at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8004320537684264288?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8004320537684264288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8004320537684264288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8004320537684264288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8004320537684264288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-431273243087843583</id><published>2008-06-26T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:11:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musiq - Just Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl I know this might seem strange&lt;br /&gt;But let me know if Im out of order&lt;br /&gt;For stepping to you this way&lt;br /&gt;See Ive been watching you for a while&lt;br /&gt;And I just gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;That Im really feeling your style&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have to know your name&lt;br /&gt;And leave you with my number&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you would call me someday&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can give me yours too&lt;br /&gt;And if you dont well I aint mad atcha&lt;br /&gt;We can still be cool cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to pressure you&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stop thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;You aint even really gotta be my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know your name&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some time&lt;br /&gt;We can hook up, hang out, just chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Im surprised that you called&lt;br /&gt;Cause the way you walked away&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wasnt gon see you no more&lt;br /&gt;Since you didnt wanna give me your name&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you were iggin me&lt;br /&gt;And wasnt diggin me&lt;br /&gt;But anyway what you doing tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ill probably be with my peeps&lt;br /&gt;If its cool with you maybe well swing by&lt;br /&gt;And you can just chill with us&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just chill with me&lt;br /&gt;As long as youre comfortable&lt;br /&gt;And you feel secure when your with me cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to pressure you&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stop thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;You aint even really gotta be my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know your name&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some time&lt;br /&gt;We can hook up, hang out, just chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, baby yeah&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can oh&lt;br /&gt;Go and see a movie girl&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we can hang out girl&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to pressure you&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stop thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;You aint even really gotta be my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know your name&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some time&lt;br /&gt;We can hook up, hang out, just chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sickest song out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-431273243087843583?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/431273243087843583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=431273243087843583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/431273243087843583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/431273243087843583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/musiq-just-friends.html' title='Musiq - Just Friends'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3944657269075272244</id><published>2008-06-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:42:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Good ones&lt;br /&gt;Bad ones&lt;br /&gt;Funny ones&lt;br /&gt;Sad ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all remind us of how we got to where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how reminiscing with a friend about events in the past can bring joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;They show us how close we have got with each other over time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how great are the times that are about to come and the new memories that will be created.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3944657269075272244?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3944657269075272244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3944657269075272244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3944657269075272244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3944657269075272244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7042948958517142152</id><published>2008-06-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:35:25.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE</title><content type='html'>For those of you who read my post below and like to think that everything in my blog applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not LOVE anyone atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except my Mummy and Daddy of course&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7042948958517142152?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7042948958517142152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7042948958517142152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7042948958517142152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7042948958517142152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/note.html' title='NOTE'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4048491643564717606</id><published>2008-06-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:28:40.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salad</title><content type='html'>Infatuation, fear, anxiety, stress, pain,  guilt, excitement, disappointment,  confusion, happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy and relief. How the fuck can so many emotions be generated by one thing in such a short amount of it me? The complexity of how the human brain functions tends to amaze me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we had direct guidance from something to help us decide what we should do next in our lives. Lately I've been looking up there a lot. Sometimes I do get my answers and sometimes I don't. Some people whinge about how we praise God when good things happen but when bad things happen "He works in mysterious ways." This statement is understandable but... Sometimes its good to have something to be grateful too when good things happen in our lives and it's also good to know that when bad things happen it is for the greater good in the long run. I've got to admit that I have had a good life which I am extremely thankful for (although I forget it at times) but I have also had my bad times and during those times like many normal people I whinge and get pissed off about it. Looking back in life I have realised that all the bad times I have gone through have helped me. I've learnt from them and became smarter, stronger and a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fail at something should I give up? Try harder? Keep doing it but focus more on other things? These are things that I like my answers too. When I approach an issue should I do in a way that is open and direct? Witty and indirect? Not approach it at all? Fuck.. When tough times arise should you walk away? Stick by it and pray that it will end someday? Acknowledge it and then go away and come back at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life holding on to things just seems stupid. But when you don't hold on you never know what could've been if you did. How long should we hold on? Is there a time we should let go? Do we wait till its pulled away from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a saying "&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were" by Khalil Gibran. But there is also the saying that "if you really love someone never let go, don't believe that letting go means that you love best, instead fight for your love, that's what true love is." The second one seems to make more sense because what happens if you let someone go and they don't come back? They end up with some fuck head who you know cannot love them, treat them, hold them, protect them and take care of them like you can. But if you do fight for it and end up with the one you love, who is the happier one you or her? Doesn't the happiness of the one you love suppose to matter more than yours? Does this only apply to people you love? Could it be for someone you admire? Like? Have a crush on? There never seems to be a right way to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should we step out of our comfort zone to accept new things, challenges and ideas? When should we give in to our gut feeling instead of doing what seems right or sensible? When should we take a risk knowing that the reward outweighs the consequences? Can we go through our whole lives with our guard up? Should we go out and make things happen instead of waiting for something to come sweep us of our feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&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/4813994051461165961-4048491643564717606?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4048491643564717606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4048491643564717606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4048491643564717606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4048491643564717606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/salad.html' title='salad'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-757836069206812893</id><published>2008-06-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:49:32.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes in life&lt;br /&gt;things you thought were important do not seem so important any more&lt;br /&gt;things you loved, you hate&lt;br /&gt;things you hate, you start to love&lt;br /&gt;old friends turn to enemies&lt;br /&gt;old enemies turn to friends&lt;br /&gt;things you thought will never happen to you&lt;br /&gt;happen...&lt;br /&gt;certain people have come into your life&lt;br /&gt;whether you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;you wonder what's next?&lt;br /&gt;you wonder what if?&lt;br /&gt;you wonder if I did this would my life have turned out another way?&lt;br /&gt;If you took that risk, would it have payed off?&lt;br /&gt;If you told that person how you feel, would things have been different with you?&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't do some of the things you've done, would you be seen as a different person?&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't say the things you said, maybe things could've been different?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you thought if you approached things differently, life might be just a little bit easier&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you thought that if you showed that person more of what you really are, you both might have been just a little bit happier&lt;br /&gt;but poof....&lt;br /&gt;you're back in reality&lt;br /&gt;what has happened, happened&lt;br /&gt;what you've done, you've done&lt;br /&gt;what you've said, you've said&lt;br /&gt;no "what ifs", no what "could've beens"&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is&lt;br /&gt;look forward&lt;br /&gt;try make things better&lt;br /&gt;do what you can to right your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;say what you can to make things better&lt;br /&gt;take chances that are there&lt;br /&gt;risk what is there to be risked&lt;br /&gt;and just hope....&lt;br /&gt;and poof....&lt;br /&gt;one day, just one day&lt;br /&gt;you might be at a place&lt;br /&gt;where it's perfect&lt;br /&gt;a place where you can say&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I lived the way I lived my life&lt;br /&gt;Learnt from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and became the best person I could be&lt;br /&gt;all the pain, the heartbreak, the stress, the sorrow, the tears, the downfalls&lt;br /&gt;were worth it&lt;br /&gt;and all you can wish for&lt;br /&gt;is to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4813994051461165961-757836069206812893?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/757836069206812893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=757836069206812893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/757836069206812893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/757836069206812893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/poof.html' title='poof'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4718261402339451545</id><published>2008-06-01T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:48:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How many times have we judged or misjudged rather someone based on first impression. What do we think when we see a guy wearing a suit, tie and glasses? A tall man wearing baggy clothes with his cap backwards? A teenager who looks like their whole wardrobe was chosen by his or her mother? A girl wearing a skimpy top with a short skirt? Someone who seems like they only own chesty and board shorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we immediately think "wow this person is cool/ a nerd/ try hard/ skank/ poor/ etc?"  Or do we go wow I should get to know this person to find out what they REALLY are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've been told things like "when I first met you I thought you were some try hard Asian gangsta dickhead but when I got to know you I realised that you are one of the nicest guys I know" and "I thought you were a really serious and angry person when I first saw you but you're actually really nice and funny" you start to think. Don't get me wrong, we ALL do it, just some more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are first impressions so important? Do we really only get one chance? One shot? One opportunity? When an athlete misses the winning goal or when a musician stuffs up their audition, there's always the next event/ audition for them to make up for it. However when you're talking a bout first impression with the opposite sex its a whole different ball game. When you say the wrong thing to a girl or do something stupid in front of her, is that when we've "blew it?" Or can we come back the next day and say sorry I was having a bad day can I have another shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people and I mean A LOT of people do not know me as well as they'd like to think so. When I crack a joke a bout another race does that automatically make me a racists? When I joke a bout the opposite sex does that make me a sexists? When I joke a bout doing a runner does that make me cheap? I can't even count the number of bad first impressions I have had with people. I think some people who have known me for years do not even really KNOW me. People like to read in to much when I say something stupid or crack a joke when they do not ever stop and think "maybe he is JUST JOKING" and not think that there's some subliminal message or whatever with what I say. Oh yea and apparently I used to have a "FUCK OFF" look or presence about me .... *scratches head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd happily say that there are people out there who KNOW me and know what I'm a bout and I'm glad that these people are in my life and I'm in theirs. Those who know me will know that I will never do anything to hurt or betray them on purpose and I will help them out in anyway I can. No matter how long we have not seen each other or talked they will always be my boy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crying like a bitch? Maybe.. Just some shit I've had on my mind for a while and thought I'd express it, it is MY blog after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4718261402339451545?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4718261402339451545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4718261402339451545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4718261402339451545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4718261402339451545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1340401512789009773</id><published>2008-05-30T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:55:57.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift to LA</title><content type='html'>Kobe Bryant is God's gift to the LA Lakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHA-iGjyLPA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHA-iGjyLPA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up yours San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-1340401512789009773?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1340401512789009773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1340401512789009773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1340401512789009773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1340401512789009773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-gift-to-la.html' title='God&apos;s Gift to LA'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6407075166746844149</id><published>2008-05-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:19:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah Good old heartbreak. The feeling that's discussed in countless songs and movies but what defines a heartbreak? Is it when you feel so much hurt you break down and cry? Is it only when someone of the opposite sex "breaks your heart"? Is it when someone close to you lets you down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is, for those who have felt it you know it hurts. It fucking hurts. Sometimes it hurts for a short while, sometimes a little bit longer, but it's the kind of pain that is unbearable. I rather get my head punched in in the gym than get heartbroken any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has to happen before you get your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you're just a little boy and have to watch your relative die&lt;br /&gt;When you've been told you're an embarrassment when you were a little kid&lt;br /&gt;When a girl you like tells you she's going out with a guy you despise&lt;br /&gt;When you've been told that you have to leave all your family and friends behind to go to another place&lt;br /&gt;When a girl tells you to wait for her and then goes off with another guy&lt;br /&gt;When a girl you like is going out with another guy because her friends told her too&lt;br /&gt;When people who you thought were your close friends stab you in the back&lt;br /&gt;When you just feel like no matter how hard you try you just don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;When a close family member leaves this earth and you never got the chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When a close friend decides to take his own life and you never got the chance to tell him how much you appreciate and care about him&lt;br /&gt;When watch a girl you like kiss another boy&lt;br /&gt;When someone you truly respect, admire and look up to tells you to "fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;When you put your heart and soul into a sport and you just did not cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sucks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6407075166746844149?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6407075166746844149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6407075166746844149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6407075166746844149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6407075166746844149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-6301225664036659504</id><published>2008-05-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:23:15.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NOwxmg3bCs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NOwxmg3bCs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that video is quite funny however some parts mentioned are sadly true. We Asians in Western Country's are not united enough. There's too much hate going on between races e.g Japanese - Koreans, Chinese-Vietnamese and so on and so forth. I mean think about it, we're coming into a country where we are already a minority and yet instead of uniting we instead build barriers that is of no benefit to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call a Korean a Chinese he'll go nuts and tell you to go shove it somewhere but deep down he knows that he himself won't be able to tell the difference between a white man from England from a white man from America. Yes most Asians do look alike to white people get over it! The reasons why Asian's have not been successful areas such as the entertainment industry compared to many other minorities is because of the lack of unity that exist within the society. You don't see black people dividing themselves based on whether they great great great great great grandfather came from Kenya or Nigeria. Latino's of all kinds Mexicans, Chileans , El Salvadorians etc.. seem to have no problem uniting to support their fellow members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin a very talented Chinese American Hip Hop artists should be embraced as one of the first Asian American artists who is able to make it mainstream. Instead of getting support from the Asian community, you get people from other than Chinese Asian's saying "oh I don't like him he's Chinese he doesn't represent all the Asian's." Freaking dumasses. The reason why other minorities do well is because they all support their boy/girl. A Puerto Rican artist would be supported by all Latino's including Mexicans etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea all you Asian's who seem to have a prejudice of a certain one of your kind, please let it go. You're in a new country where you are supposed to start a new life, adapt and experience different cultures. Let's stop beating ourselves up for a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is kind of a rip off Uncle Same and Uncle Chin's myspace blog for those of you who know who I'm referring too. Just thought I help get the message through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-6301225664036659504?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6301225664036659504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=6301225664036659504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6301225664036659504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/6301225664036659504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/unity.html' title='UNITY'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5996640651761729886</id><published>2008-05-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:59:37.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it drops too quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it takes while to drop&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it stays up forever&lt;br /&gt;It drops when you're too tired&lt;br /&gt;It can drop when you least expect&lt;br /&gt;When you do drop it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can get hurt&lt;br /&gt;even knocked out&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;you'll be able to dodge the blows&lt;br /&gt;and see how things flow&lt;br /&gt;but you only do it when&lt;br /&gt;you fell comfortable enough&lt;br /&gt;fast enough&lt;br /&gt;strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4813994051461165961-5996640651761729886?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5996640651761729886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5996640651761729886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5996640651761729886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5996640651761729886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/guard.html' title='Guard'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-4563292614894202011</id><published>2008-05-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:15:55.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For years we have listened to both men and women complain about the opposite sex. YES, both male and female human beings seem find certain aspects of the opposite sex just unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear in mind whatever I am going to say is a mere generalisation from what I have experience. I know that there are both men and women that are exceptions to the generalisations I am about to discuss. For those of you that have found that special someone out there who are exceptions to the rule, I applaud you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, many women despise the way most men never seem to understand women. They say men are too insensitive, thick headed, full of bravado and have a tendency to lie a lot.  Although there are many men that fit this description, I find that these are the men that a lot of women are attracted too. However the number of sensitive, loving, caring and intelligent gentlemen I have met that have got their hearts broken because the girl of their dreams decided that they should be just friends astounds me and why? Because they're too clingy, too sensitive, not manly enough or just not attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of men feel that women are too irrational, emotional, materialistic and just crazy in general. We think that women like to play mind games, toy with our heads, use their sexuality to control us and then ultimately shatter whatever that is left of our hearts. However due to the number of nice girls out there who have been played, its hard to determine whether it is men's fault in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the line drawn? When will nice guys get a fair go? When will nice girls see that not all men are assholes? When will the ladies stop going for the assholes? When will the gentleman be smart enough to prevent themselves for getting played by a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny how the world works isn't it? theres billions of men and women on this earth and somehow many of us spend our whole lives trying to find the one right for us and during that journey bump into many of those who aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us still on the journey good luck and God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-4563292614894202011?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4563292614894202011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=4563292614894202011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4563292614894202011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/4563292614894202011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/opposite-sex.html' title='Opposite Sex'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3200285821955823131</id><published>2008-05-02T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:36:55.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that I like to indulge in alcoholic beverages. When I say indulge I actually mean consume a large amount. Before it was all good and fun but now the after effects are starting to get to me. Bad stomachs in the morning, lack of appetite and throat infections are starting to occur more regularly. I wonder what my liver looks like now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should cut down but it is always easier said than done. My previous attempts to cut down on drinking only lead to more binge drinking. Arghhh. I wouldn't class myself as an alcoholic ... yet but yes I do have a problem with binge drinking in social situations. Hopefully I will just get over this before the problem gets serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3200285821955823131?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3200285821955823131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3200285821955823131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3200285821955823131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3200285821955823131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/liver.html' title='Liver'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8004195248654193617</id><published>2008-04-23T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:45:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/SA9YnuXQIUI/AAAAAAAAABY/MKirOL6F8M4/s1600-h/012+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/SA9YnuXQIUI/AAAAAAAAABY/MKirOL6F8M4/s400/012+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192466334865170754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just a few words to help pick me up when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8004195248654193617?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8004195248654193617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8004195248654193617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8004195248654193617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8004195248654193617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/SA9YnuXQIUI/AAAAAAAAABY/MKirOL6F8M4/s72-c/012+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-1395707740906234470</id><published>2008-04-21T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:23:09.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cung Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Some of you who know me might have known that I have become a huge MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) fan at the end of last year. For those out there who don't know what MMA is, its a competition involving the combination of fighting styles such as striking, wrestling and ground grappling. UFC, EliteXc, Pride, K1-Heroes and WEC are examples of MMA events companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMA is a fast growing sport and like many other sports it has its fair share of supporters who like to talk a load of shit. People who think they know the inside and out of the sport and act as if they are the ones who are putting their lives on the line to put on a show for the audiences. I feel sorry for some of the great fighters out there who give it their all but at the end of the day get stupid ass comments from these so called "expert critics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cung Le is a Vietnamese American fighter who is an undefeated 17-0 San-Shou (a style of kung-fu) fighter, 3-0 in K1 kick boxing and 6-0 in MMA a new challenge he has taken up. Cung Le is a devastating striker who has been knocking people out left right and centre, breaking ribs, destroying livers and recently broke the arm of former UFC champion Frank Shamrock. However along with the many fans that he has, he has many haters to go along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics have been saying that Cung Le is over hyped and over rated MMA superstar. They say that he has not faced good enough competition to deserve the fame he has but even after he destroyed Frank Shamrock a former UFC champion and the man that was supposed to silence all the critics, haters still say that he does not have a good enough ground game to survive in MMA and that Frank Shamrock did not go in with a good enough game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just frustrates me how these haters keep on hating on a man that does nothing but try to put on a great show for his fans. I'm sure that none of these haters would even dare step in the ring with Cung Le as we would destroy any one of these big-mouth losers. The guy is an undefeated San Shou fighter, undefeated Mix Martial Arts fighter and recently destroyed one of the greatest Mix Martial Arts fighters ever. It amazes me how people can keep on hating on this guy. Maybe it's the fact that this guy is one of the first big Asian American MMA fighters or the fact that this guy doesn't use a great amount of wrestling in his fights but after kicking Frank Shamrock's ass he should deserve a shit load more respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my bitch for the day&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceee   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNj0CapBK0c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNj0CapBK0c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4813994051461165961-1395707740906234470?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1395707740906234470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=1395707740906234470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1395707740906234470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/1395707740906234470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/cung-le.html' title='Cung Le'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-8515238700154065123</id><published>2008-04-16T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:11:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Rogan rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRGtuv31enA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRGtuv31enA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-8515238700154065123?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8515238700154065123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=8515238700154065123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8515238700154065123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/8515238700154065123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/joe-rogan-rules.html' title='Joe Rogan rules'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-5694379833812459123</id><published>2008-04-15T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:16:42.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little rich kid</title><content type='html'>When I was a little kid I'm talking about 7-8 years old, my father was a practicing lawyer. A very successful one in fact. I was constantly told by my relatives how rich we were and stuff but thing is I never felt like it. I did not live in a mansion, my parents did not drive Mercs and BMW's,  I did not have expensive TV's and video games and most certainly was not spoiled. Every time I would ask for a new toy or something like that my parents would refuse to buy it for me saying things like that it isn't necessary, I need to earn it and the classic "it's too expensive". They might buy me something every once in a blue moon and during special occasions such as birthday's and Christmas but even then I wasn't allowed to choose anything too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess my parents having a lot of money and me being not spoiled kind of isolated me from the other "rich kid's". They were all prancing around with their new video games and latest toys while I had nothing. When power rangers were popular, I was playing with the old school megazord while everyone had the 3rd or 4th generation one. I'm glad I was not spoiled though, I learnt how to earn things in life and that not every thing comes for free. I guess the reason why my parents didn't show that they were rich because their grew up in families that had to struggle really hard to get by and they had to work really hard to get to where they were at. My dad worked hard in school to get a scholarship go to University. That's why my parents believe in treasuring what they have and not blowing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Throughout the years in my primary school I was labeled as "rich kid" because  people knew my dad was a lawyer. It was funny because I think I got less pocket money than half the kid's in school and I was still labeled one. I found that I actually got along better with the kid's that lived in the village near the school (ghetto hahaha) compared to the "rich kids". This is because rich  people were snobby and the "ghetto kid's" were more down to earth and real. We would muck around and play simple things like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gasing &lt;/span&gt;(spinning top) and read dragon ball comics hahah. The local kid's were the ones shouting me stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only luxuries I had being a "rich kid" was that I lived in a semi-detached house (bigger than your average houses but not even close to size of the bugalows) and I had maids to do my house work. Some of you may think "whoa maids you must be rich" but in Malaysia maids are really affordable and many people could afford them you didn't have to be rich to have one. But other than that I was either the same or less well off than other kid's. I had a shitty computer, average electronic equipment in my house so I didn't even consider myself to be "rich". Thing is that my dad decided to change career paths and bought a farm when I was around age 10 so we kinda stopped being rich then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The great thing about living in Perth is that class discrimination is not as bad as it is in countries like Malaysia or Singapore and many other Asian countries. A doctor and a plumber could have a beer together in the pub and it would be normal. Snobby rich pricks should pull their nose down from the air and realize that they are not any better than other people. They were just more fortunate to have been born in a wealthy family or they chose a career path which rewards them financially but either way it does not make them any more special than anyone else. This blog was done at 1 am because I am just bored so if it is completely pointless and makes no sense at all, I am truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-5694379833812459123?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5694379833812459123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=5694379833812459123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5694379833812459123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/5694379833812459123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-little-rich-kid.html' title='Poor little rich kid'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-7324489870001497739</id><published>2008-04-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:07:37.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you still love me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Would you love me if I was down and out? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Would you still have love for me? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Would you love me if I was down and out? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Would you still have love for me? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Girl...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lyrics taken from the song "21 Questions" by 50 ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was going through my list of old school songs and I came across this lovely song and it make me think about some things (as usual). Would I find that person one day who would love me no matter what. Someone who will go through the good and the bad times, the easy and the hard times, through thick and thin. Will I find that person who would still love me if for some reason I went to jail and wait for me until I get out. Someone who would put their life at risk to save mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throughout my life I've seen friends come and go. Drifting apart as time goes, making new friends, new girlfriends/boyfriends, moving away to a different place, friends who start hanging out with their girlfriends friend's and so on. But I've also seen groups of friends who have stayed the same over the years. I don't really have much to say about this, people do what they do for their reasons. Good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel that everything is just changing at a rate both slow and fast. The changes seem gradual and slow but sooner or later it becomes a completely different thing. Well the main changes that I can see now are the fact that everyone around me seems to be settling down finding potential life partners, while I'm still alone doing my thing. I mean it's not a bad thing, in fact I'm not really concerned about it at all that I'm more concerned with my financial status, health, education and family rather than devoting my whole life to finding a girlfriend. It's just that sometimes you just can't help but feel left out when you see all your high school friends who you never thought would find someone before you parading their new partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-7324489870001497739?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7324489870001497739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=7324489870001497739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7324489870001497739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/7324489870001497739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/would-you-still-love-me.html' title='Would you still love me?'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-663100523356446956</id><published>2008-04-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:33:49.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Thug vs Martial Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The topic on sporting competitions such as mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, kickboxing, boxing and so on are always controversial. These full contact martial arts competitions are deemed by many as "barbaric" and labeled as a "bloodsport". I agree that during the early UFC competitions because of the lack of rules and fighter protection the sport was practically a street fighting contest between two individuals. However the sport of mix martial arts has evolved over the years and now it's much safer and the fighters are looked after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice that every time the topic on martial arts come up, people always associate it to fighting. I mean come on, sure martial arts is a form of fighting but martial arts to me is about an individual perfecting his art to be the best martial artist he can be. When I see a Muay Thai fight, I don't see two people beating the crap out of each other. I see a competition of combinations of fighting technique, tactic, skill, athletic ability and strength between two people. It's not the knockout that fascinates me, it's how the knock out was set up and delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people say "oh this guy got a black belt he'll smash you" "oh you know martial arts, so when people mess with you you can beat them up." I think the whole point of martial arts is too know that you have enough confidence within your ability to NOT get into a street fight unless it is completely for self-defense purposes. A street thug does not need martial arts to be a good street fighter. All you have to have is a "I don't give a fuck" mentality and you'll probably be one hell of a street fighter. Even a great martial artist can get beaten by a street thug because theres the element of surprise plus the fact that theres no rules and weapons may be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a martial arts practitioner, and no I don't go to some washed up Taekwon do school where they give you black belts for throwing fancy kicks in the air. I do Muay Thai, in a backyard shed where there no such things as belts or levels. We just try to better our selves every session by trying to improve our skill, technique and fitness. Some of push ourselves hard and spar hard and at times we might get hurt. Some of us just do it for fitness, some are inspired to be future champions in the ring. I have stepped in the ring once, on March 1 2008. I graciously lost due to a combinations of first time jitters and illegal hits which lead to me getting knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;When I regained consciousness I did not feel any hatred towards my opponent, I accepted my loss and thought about what I did wrong and what I could've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_5IPc1p6cI/AAAAAAAAABE/hTtO34YysNk/s1600-h/047+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_5IPc1p6cI/AAAAAAAAABE/hTtO34YysNk/s400/047+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187663251053865410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Nathan and Alex before our fight night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sick of the fact how some people think that ring fighters are just a bunch of barbarians who are trying to make a living without any education or people who are looking for an excuse to fight without getting arrested. I'm a University student hoping to achieve a career in marketing some day, the reason why I took part in the fight night was because I wanted to test myself in competition. But better examples would be fighters in the UFC like Chuck Liddell who has a College degree in Business, Joe Lauzon who has an IT degree and was a former IT technician and Rich Franklin a former mathematics teacher. These guys fight because they love the sport and the fact that it's a great challenge for themselves. In fact these guy use their knowledge in science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/wp-content/2006/12/Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/wp-content/2006/12/Chuck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chuck Liddell Former Light Heavyweight champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AARONK%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.born2bbig.com/viewpic.php?im=images/profilepics/1152508563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.born2bbig.com/viewpic.php?im=images/profilepics/1152508563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rich Franklin former UFC Middleweight Champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I just think that associating street violence with martial arts is just stupid and people should educate themselves more about a topic before reaching a conclusion. This is just my opinion anyway. If you don't agree I'll beat the shit out of you :P just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-663100523356446956?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/663100523356446956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=663100523356446956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/663100523356446956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/663100523356446956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/street-thug-vs-martial-artists.html' title='Street Thug vs Martial Artists'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_5IPc1p6cI/AAAAAAAAABE/hTtO34YysNk/s72-c/047+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-3617027559055260662</id><published>2008-04-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:35:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outsider</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;For those of you who know me, you might have known that I moved to this beautiful country about 6 years ago. The change was hard at first but I quickly grew into it and I enjoy my life here very much. The environment is so much better, better education, better organised sport, relaxed lifestyle and great friends that I have made over the years. But I have noticed since my move here there were a lot of moments in my life when I felt like an "outsider."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/535649/2/istockphoto_535649_outsider.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/535649/2/istockphoto_535649_outsider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm not talking about the outsider that everybody hates and throws things at. I'm talking about the outsider that gets welcome into your home and treated really well but you know deep down you are still not apart of that household or family. You feel lost when the group talks about past events that they have been through and at times feel left out and occasionally uncomfortable. Maybe it's because most of the groups of people that I have hung out with have been together a much longer time before I joined in or maybe I'm just out of my mind. But I have noticed for the past six years every year I find myself constantly associating with different "cliques" and at times feel that I don't belong in any "clique" at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Being an outsider is not always bad though. You can have a lot more time to yourself because your group isn't really in your face most of the time and if you want someone to hang out with they're only a phone call away. You find yourself spending more time with your family and you get to know yourself better rather than just be part of a set. I also find that being an outsider people would normally mistake a lot about you. Every time I run into an old friend or acquaintance I get asked "how's (name of person I don't hang out with anymore)?" and after I give them my answer they'll say "aww really don't you hang out with him/them anymore?" It get's annoying after a while but hey it's only an innocent assumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes I ask myself why I'm at outsider? Is it because people simply don't like me that much? Is it because I'm grew up in a different country? Do I have one of those types of personalities that just doesn't click with anyone? Or am I just imagining things and this whole topic is just a bunch of rubbish ramblings? All I can say is meh whatever happens happens hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh yeah if any of you is finding the blogs too hard to read let me know what I can do to make it easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-3617027559055260662?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3617027559055260662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=3617027559055260662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3617027559055260662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/3617027559055260662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/outsider.html' title='The Outsider'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-785272284059762611</id><published>2008-04-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:23:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay someone of you might be thinking, what in the world is e-love? You typed in on google and it come out with all sorts of random sites from dating sites to god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;The E-love I will be talking about is when one person develops a crush or to use a stronger phrase "falls in love" with another person based on an internet relationship. The relationship could be from long msn chats with someone you have never even met, exchanging msg's with someone on facebook or myspace or simply by glancing at their social networking (facebook, myspace, friendster etc..) profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aaron%20Koo/Pictures/internet+love1.gif.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_spujum3oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EK1lb6lN26g/s1600-h/internet%2Blove1.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_spujum3oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EK1lb6lN26g/s320/internet%2Blove1.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186785275688705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; I have kindly stolen this defintion from my friend Naeem who probably stole it from someone else. Anyway... You might be thinking "What is this weirdo talking about? Who the hell falls in love with someone over the net?" Well first let me talk about another concept that might be a little bit more famous "Love at first sight". For some of the less knowing people out there who don't know what "love at first sight" means, it is when one person falls in love with another person from looking at them at the first time. You don't know anything about this person, you have no idea what is their job, what language they speal, where they live, how many people they have killed and so on. However there is something in your gut that tells you that this person is "the one". Maybe it's the way the person looked at you, they way they smile or simply this person is just plain hot, you feel that this person is the one you are meant to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_sqLTum3pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xr6I8nkHPd0/s1600-h/LoveAtFirstSight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_sqLTum3pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Xr6I8nkHPd0/s320/LoveAtFirstSight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186785769609944722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at both "e-love" and "love at first sight" carefully "love at first sight" is actually a more shallow and less sensible way of determining your soul mate. At least with e-love you may have a rough idea on what type of person they are. You are able to see what kind of friends they have, pictures of what they have done in their lives and an about me section describing their personality. With love at first sight you got nothing, just how they look like, what colour their hair and eyes eye, what kind of body build and so on. But the concept of "love at first sight" seems to be more acceptable in society. If a high school teenage girl went to tell her friends on how she developed a massive crush on some hot guy down the road who she has never had the chance to actually meet, she does not seem as crazy as if she told her friends how she fell in love with stranger who she added on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the fact that you have physically seen someone override the fact you do not know the person at all? Is it really that bad to like someone you know but have never met? I'm sure a lot of us single people may have come across this issue at least once it our lives (DON'T DENY IT!). Especially now when social networking sites such as myspace and facebook are booming like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-785272284059762611?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/785272284059762611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=785272284059762611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/785272284059762611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/785272284059762611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-love.html' title='E-Love'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/R_spujum3oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EK1lb6lN26g/s72-c/internet%2Blove1.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813994051461165961.post-606105692267712909</id><published>2008-04-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:21:56.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wats up people, yes I have decided to blog. For those of you who are already reading this before I have put in other posts (I don't know how), don't worry because there will be more in the very not so distant future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay just a few ideas on what this blog will be about. This is not the kind of blog where I tell you what I did on my weekend and post pictures of all the cool things I've done with my cool friends. No, it will be just thoughts and opinions I have on certain issues, events or whatever random shit that pops into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Some of you might find my blog very insightful and entertaining. Some of you might think I'm some sort of weirdo who thinks of the stupidest things... well its my blog so I can say whatever the hell I want :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyway I decided I wanted to start blogging because it will be a good way to store my fascinating thoughts and it also might help me with my writing skills I guess. Also this blog will mainly be about the issues and not about PEOPLE. So if somehow I may have mentioned your name and you did not want it to be mentioned, kindly let me know and I will replace it with a name like "Mr. XYZ" or something along those lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Comments are most welcome from those who have something nice, insightful and interesting to say. For those who want to litter my precious blog with hateful or negative comments, please don't even bother because I will simply just delete them and not even entertain you with a response. Don't waste my time and yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay stay tuned for the next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813994051461165961-606105692267712909?l=chinkymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/feeds/606105692267712909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813994051461165961&amp;postID=606105692267712909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/606105692267712909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813994051461165961/posts/default/606105692267712909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinkymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>AK47</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_psm-3Xhu1h4/Ses3WJq6zcI/AAAAAAAAACg/gUjmDEeFjxc/S220/face+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
