<?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-3944714084687312671</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:30:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>son of Amin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944714084687312671.post-8081951195998621002</id><published>2009-09-23T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:48:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balls.</title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG WILL BE REVIVED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944714084687312671-8081951195998621002?l=sonofamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8081951195998621002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944714084687312671&amp;postID=8081951195998621002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/8081951195998621002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/8081951195998621002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/2009/09/balls.html' title='balls.'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944714084687312671.post-5233693123289471095</id><published>2009-03-31T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:26:28.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; death is always in our thoughts one way or another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consciously or otherwise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; intended or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the corner of our very being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;News of death do give us that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little shock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that silent feeling of discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I guess even if news of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hits us for the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we do somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the news and feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because deep down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of us are used to it, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but we keep on living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even though greeting the news of a death of someone known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with great despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with great lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with that deep sudden emptiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we keep on living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SdJAVHTJSpI/AAAAAAAAACo/MuRjKw5q4ro/s1600-h/1_725150813l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SdJAVHTJSpI/AAAAAAAAACo/MuRjKw5q4ro/s400/1_725150813l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319384841358756498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest In Peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Satpreet&lt;/span&gt; dear friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the best Singh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rempit&lt;/span&gt; I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you find what ever it is you were looking for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944714084687312671-5233693123289471095?l=sonofamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5233693123289471095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944714084687312671&amp;postID=5233693123289471095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/5233693123289471095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/5233693123289471095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html' title='Death.'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SdJAVHTJSpI/AAAAAAAAACo/MuRjKw5q4ro/s72-c/1_725150813l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944714084687312671.post-2315901344035745404</id><published>2008-08-31T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:37:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you August</title><content type='html'>My dear, this has been a special year for you, and you've been a very interesting month for me, and for the whole world as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started when my first semester of my foundation in Arts ended. After finishing my finals, it was pretty much all laid back and relaxed for me. Thus, this year my dear, you have been an amazing month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your 4th day, I celebrated my birthday, I turn 18 on that day. But that day was modest, no fancy parties, no fun outing. I was at home, replying all the friendly sms-es and emails I had received. No expansive presents either, in fact, I only received one gift. From my beloved mother, whom later on admitted herself that the gift was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that day, by the grace of God, i received a greater gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of Randy Pauscch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His story is a beautiful one. A dying man, about to lose a wonderful life, a beautiful wife and children. A man who decides to make the best of the time he has, and decides to do a simple lecture. One that I have learn a lot from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video, it is over an hour long. I highly recommend you see it fellow reader, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Randy Pausch died on July 25th 2008, at the age of 47 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Mr. Randy, and Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on your 8th day my dear August, I had my piano exam!&lt;br /&gt;ah, it was terrible my dear. I did not perform well. I don't think I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, a musical journey it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, was also the day the Beijing Olympics 08 started. I have to give the Chinese loads of kudos for this one, the opening ceremony was jaw dropping. I gave a standing ovation for the ceremony, even tho I only watched it on a small tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.beijing2008.cn/20071003/Img214170563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.beijing2008.cn/20071003/Img214170563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0aUxgczerRaAF/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0aUxgczerRaAF/340x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day as well, war broke out in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;Georgian Military went and crush south ossentian 'rebel' forces. Almost 2000 people died in the initial attack. This conflict would later on include Russia, who would then utterly destroy the Georgian Army, and cripple her economy.&lt;br /&gt;For the ill informed, read the full story &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_South_Ossetia_war"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th, I head off to Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;it was a trip organized by a club in my college.&lt;br /&gt;the trip was absolutely a fun experience. Although the 'amazing race' that was held did not go down well (for me at least) I learnt a few things about myself, and the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen in my entire life my dear, I thank God for giving you such good weather. The sky was clear, and the sun was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SLmVKkw6RlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UFitot0oFGk/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SLmVKkw6RlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UFitot0oFGk/s400/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240383650322335314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Loads of new friends (a very interesting bunch), definitely the types I would like to have a good relationship with. Heck, I just love interesting people. lol. so thank you for them as well August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I returned from Langkawi (west coast), I was then off to Kuantan(east coast).&lt;br /&gt;This time around, you gave me a beautiful sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;I love you August.&lt;br /&gt;Loved Kuantan as well. Had the best Ikan Bakar. Absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I returned from the holiday trip with my family, I was off to college!&lt;br /&gt;Applied for the subjects for second semester.&lt;br /&gt;was such a hassle it was.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, college~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting things happened  did it not my dear August?&lt;br /&gt;on your 26th day, the notorious  Anwar Ibrahim won his by-election in Permatang Pauh, thus returning him into Parliament after a forced exile from politics for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it when he said that his swearing in ceremony should have been broad casted Live on National Television. (swearing in ceremonies for MPs are never broad casted live, in fact it was lucky for a MP to have his/her swearing in ceremony broad casted at all) What an egocentric man he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bigdogdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/anwar-fr-jeff-ooi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bigdogdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/anwar-fr-jeff-ooi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to your 30th day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner with my Mother and Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;started talking about our family, the current problems and the drama of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Very deep.&lt;br /&gt;that day I also saw a car, that I knew will be mine one day.&lt;br /&gt;One beautiful piece of art that one.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to drive it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Merdeka eve, me, my mom, and youngest sister went to see some fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't so great compared to the Beijing  Olympics, but hey, always good to see fire works . hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yihzy.com/cgal/albums/events/merdeka06/IMG_9594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.yihzy.com/cgal/albums/events/merdeka06/IMG_9594.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 51st birthday my beloved country. May you continue to prosper and grow through these hard, uncertain, yet interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it August. one interesting month.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait when I'll see you again next year my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Until then August,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944714084687312671-2315901344035745404?l=sonofamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2315901344035745404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944714084687312671&amp;postID=2315901344035745404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/2315901344035745404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/2315901344035745404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-august.html' title='I love you August'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha0VSgvbezY/SLmVKkw6RlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UFitot0oFGk/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944714084687312671.post-850681341466025295</id><published>2008-07-21T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:36:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jew vs The Muslim</title><content type='html'>I had this dream about two kids arguing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Jew   : I hate u too&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: u are so gonna burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;Jew   : I dont really believe in that&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: Why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;Jew   : because i just dont!&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: hahaha, GOD is soo gonna burn you people&lt;br /&gt;Jew   : nooo! we are God's Chosen people!&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: No, WE are God's chosen people&lt;br /&gt;Jew  : Nonono! GOD says WE are the chosen people&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: wtf? how can u be God's chosen people when WE are from ADAM?&lt;br /&gt;Jew  : we are from ADAM too...&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: Eh, aren't u from the devil?&lt;br /&gt;Jew   : no, we are from ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Muslim:sooo, we are God's chosen people?&lt;br /&gt;Jew  :as in we.. you mean US?&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: I guess so... from ADAM right?&lt;br /&gt;Jew   :yeahuh.&lt;br /&gt;Muslim :sooooo,&lt;br /&gt;Jew   :soo...&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: owh did u watched Dark Night?&lt;br /&gt;Jew:  AWH YEA IT WAS AWESIM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944714084687312671-850681341466025295?l=sonofamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/850681341466025295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944714084687312671&amp;postID=850681341466025295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/850681341466025295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/850681341466025295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/2008/07/jew-vs-muslim.html' title='The Jew vs The Muslim'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944714084687312671.post-3272228586881248290</id><published>2008-06-13T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:31:58.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My OLD friendster Blog Posts.</title><content type='html'>I finally opened up my old friendster account, and to my surprise, my blog was still there. Just to prove to you guys... I have been blogging for nearly 2 years now! here is the &lt;a href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  here is one of them:&lt;p class="entry-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="entry-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=534,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/iraq1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Iraq1_2" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left; width: 434px; height: 291px;" alt="Iraq1_2" src="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/images/iraq1_2.jpg" border="0" height="291" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Day In  Iraq.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Many of us take for granted everything that is around us.  We take for granted the food we eat, the house we live in, heck, even the hot  water we use to shower. Many of us take for granted everything that is around  us, and for that, we are not thankful. So we complain, We say life is not  fair... we say " life is not fair! why does he get a Ps3 and i'm stuck with a  Ps2...". Because of this, we forget how lucky we are. Even the most worse among  us. And so we become slaves to our desires. Chasing the things that makes us  even more unhappy. Many of us neglect or reject the idea that each and everyone  of you, and those who know you, and those around you, are in fact, one of the  most&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lucky-est&lt;/span&gt; people on earth. But we forget, and we neglect, so we are not  thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine being in Iraq for one day. Or any country that is  ravaged by war, poverty, sectarian violence, daily bombings, and a divided government. Imagine being in the shoes of a normal iraqi citizen.Imagine all the  basic necessity in life are not available. Heck, a stroll out for some fresh air  could be fatal, because of the danger and violence, your life is never secure.  Imagine knowing that and having that feeling when you are about to sleep. Think  of how scared you would be. You are so scared you cant even sleep. And still,  even with all of these things, most of iraqis consider themselves lucky.  LUCKY!!. Here we have an iraqi who's very life is missarable, but consider  herself to be lucky, and everyday thank God for everything that God has given  her. And then we have a spoilt brat, who has a perfectly good house, good family,  good school, and FOOD TO EAT, says that God is being Unfair, and giving everyone  else the good things. Complains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just take A DEEP Breath. TAKE IT! Then take a good look  at the things around you. And then ask yourself, is life really that  bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In Iraq, bombings, violence, deaths, happen daily. It  happens so much that they are used to it. It happens so much that they are  prepared for it. And so, every time any of them go out of their houses, they  would say their loves to their family, knowing that this could be the last time,  they would see their family alive, or vice versa. Everyday they see children  dying, blood, violence, &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=449,height=294,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/iraq3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Iraq3_1" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" alt="Iraq3_1" src="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/images/iraq3_1.jpg" border="0" height="117" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Car bombs... And everyday they are thankful, and  consider themselves lucky that they are still alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They would try to make the  very best of their days, making sure  that they would live through to see another sunrise. To every iraqi, Everyday is  a battle to stay alive, Yesterday was a victory, tomorrow... Food is hard to get, the occupation  is increasing the violence, everyday there are riots, and guns go about a blazing. Imagine being &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=384,height=253,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/iraq4_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Iraq4_1" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px; float: right;" alt="Iraq4_1" src="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/images/iraq4_1.jpg" border="0" height="101" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a Father or a Mother with children in Iraq. How would  you feel knowing that they can never have a good childhood, education, comfort,  a FUTURE. How would you feel that they could never play in the park to have  some fun because the fear of death. How would you feel, when your five years old  child, asks you why do people die, why all the violence, where are all the  friends and family members? Imagine that. Imagine, that child of yours, only a  few years old, or even a few months old, dead, and you are holding that child,  whom you had hoped for, whom you had plans for, whom that you had loved with all  your heart, gone, in an instant. And despite of all this, Many Iraqis consider  themselves lucky, many of them are thankful, with what God has given  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Many of us take for granted off all the things around us.  The field we play on, the Mcdonalds in your neighborhood, the school that we   go to. Many of us forget that we are truly lucky. And for that, we are not  thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="entry-footer"&gt;November 28, 2006 in Current Affairs | &lt;a href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/2006/11/one_day_in_iraq.html"&gt;Permalink&lt;/a&gt;  | &lt;a href="http://mypropaganda.blogs.friendster.com/my_propaganda_tool/2006/11/one_day_in_iraq.html#comments"&gt;Comments  (3)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="entry-footer"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944714084687312671-3272228586881248290?l=sonofamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3272228586881248290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944714084687312671&amp;postID=3272228586881248290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/3272228586881248290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944714084687312671/posts/default/3272228586881248290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonofamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-old-friendster-blog-posts.html' title='My OLD friendster Blog Posts.'/><author><name>son of Amin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503762274382541902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
