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  <title>Senseless Sanctuary</title>
  <subtitle>WARNING: DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS!</subtitle>
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    <name>ragnasti</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-07T03:14:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:53110</id>
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    <title>A First in a Long Time</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T03:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T03:14:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Apparently, I collapsed on my bed yesterday after work and woke up the next day late for work. I remember feeling bloody tired and saying goodbye to Bro #1 and Bro #2, then I don't remember the rest. I woke up on my bed still in my work clothes. Now, I'm feeling sore and still pretty much tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I sort of went mad with Warcraft III multiplayer with Bro #1 and Bro #2. We played DOTA and Moo Moo maps, and for some reason I gotten plenty of annoying heroes which I have never used before, so I took the role of scout and distraction. Doing quite a good job at it too. Time flew from midnight to 7 AM in a flash. O.o!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:52936</id>
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    <title>I'm... Alive?</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T19:28:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T19:28:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I haven't been posting anything in a while, but this post is to let you know that I'm still alive. Life's just a little hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you're suddenly bombarded with ideas that doesn't relate to your life, and you cannot act on those ideas because you won't have the time? Yes, that happened. Since making my second comic strip(the one dedicated to my sister), I've been getting ideas that are funny but I won't have time to draw them or write them down before I forget. And that is making me pissed... (insert string of relevant obscenities here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't only apply to my comic ideas, I have recipe ideas, innovation ideas, and novels in my head that's being rejected because my life is just too hectic. Working 12 hours a day while fitting in time for your university procedures and a workout session(Yes, I started working out... again!) leaves no space for "me time". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an interesting note, my English teacher who taught me MUET suggested that I take up creative writing as a side job because she(like my previous language teachers) thinks I have talent. I met her 3 days ago at school, while getting my university papers signed. It's not that I don't want to take up creative writing as a side job, it's because the very idea conflicts with my life. I have very little time to write unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it ironic that I have talents in all the wrong places. Creative writing and cooking are two talents that people claim that I have, but seriously, I never had the opportunity to brush on them. So, talent or no talent, it won't work to my favor other than to keep myself happy in my fantasy world and the fact that I won't die from starvation as long as I have edible items around.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:51670</id>
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    <title>ENFEEBLE!</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T03:44:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T03:47:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I am frustrated. I am enfeebled. I am flushed. I am freakin' sick of this allergy streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me not happy. *Hugs sledgehammer* *sniff*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:50344</id>
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    <title>Kitchen Accident</title>
    <published>2008-06-13T13:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T13:33:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I should not cook when I just woke up. Why? CAUSE I JUST SPLATTED HOT OIL on myself, mainly my face and hand. Now, I have a S-shaped burn an inch from my right eye, and a C-shaped burn on my right hand. It seems like my accidents know how to spell the initials of my name now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't get it, my name is Chin Sheng, hence the initial would be C and S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made me feel better is that it is Friday the 13th, which means I can blame it all on bad luck. :P</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:47244</id>
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    <title>Stuck with Murphy's Law</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T10:22:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T10:22:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Hoo boy, nothing seems to be going right today. Everything I do seems to be going toward the wrong direction, no matter what I do. Let's just hope my university application doesn't go that way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:45865</id>
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    <title>Boredom does amazing things</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T16:07:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-29T16:07:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I decided to post my previously unnamed and unfinished fantasy novel here. I called it Sceptear. While I'm no professional writer, I do write for fun sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally planned to make it into 3 novels. Dusk being the original story told by the character Leon, Dawn the prequel told by Leon's cursed maternal figure and love of his previous life Shadow/Sidheria, and the sequel Median that is told from the perspective of Leon's brother Axle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to write a story filled with plot twists, tragic love stories, humour, modern issues and fantasy. To put it easier, I was going to create a universe filled with drama, comedy and absurd laws of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that plan didn't happen, considering that I could not even complete the first novel due to life's interference. I was very enthusiastic to write it at first, but now I forgot what I was going to write... leaving a lot of plot holes that you could drive a truck through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the 4 1/2 chapters that I finished. I&amp;nbsp; probably don't write well, but hey, since all my attempts to show the world this story in my head has foiled(from web comics to novels) I might as well just post it little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, and yes, I realize this post will already show some spoilers of the novel, but since it won't be complete any time soon, I don't think it matters.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:45200</id>
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    <title>Song for the Human Spirit</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T15:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T15:47:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I just heard the song that was sung by Malaysian artistes to promote unity in Malaysia. It's rather nice, and it's called "Here in My Home". It's worth a listen and for a good reason... Now, if Malaysia and Malaysians are like how the song depicts then it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is saying "Leo, quit being cheesy!", I'm prepared to shove cheese up their snotholes. I happen to like songs that convey good messages! Songs about love or blings get moldy and disgusting like soggy bread. So, NYAH! and HA HA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that are either deep in meaning or great in performance deserve my praise. :D But that's restricted to my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song I recommend would be "改变自己"（Change Yourself) by Lee-Hom Wang. I just listened to this recently on a Chinese radio. It's great, but I still prefer his duet with Mindy Orr called "我用生命爱妳"(I Want to Spend a Lifetime Loving You). The latter really brings the voltage point up a few notch. But the first one has a better message, for people who care for the environment like myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:44466</id>
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    <title>I choose you, Leo! Skull Bash on the wall!!!</title>
    <published>2008-05-25T15:05:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-25T15:20:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Don't you just hate it when you wrote a REALLY LONG entry about how great your vacation went and suddenly you have to leave to attend to something(a customer for me), only to come back to a computer that crashed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, my whole entry on how Redang Island is totally great has been wasted. I wasn't using my computer, else I would have done it on editpad and kept saving. Now I'm too tired to write it over again... *whimper*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:44041</id>
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    <title>Nintendo DS Lite vs. Sony PSP Slim</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T14:03:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T14:03:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">What say you and why? I'm planning to buy one, and only one of them. I need your help(and experience of owning either) to help me choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, report on Redang Island still to come. It's a great place to be and I cannot write what happened there because I'm overflooded with work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:43988</id>
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    <title>Smiling like a Silly Idiot</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T12:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T12:48:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'VE DONE IT! I APPLIED TO UCAS! ONE THING TO CROSS OFF MY LIST! *Leans back* Aaaa- *Falls down* -aaaouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the waiting begins! But, not when I'm going for a trip to Redang Island! MUAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I've been longing for a trip to the beach/island for a long time. I'm currently packing, so I'll keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work had made me anti-social, depressed and socially dead. So, this vacation should do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at work today, I have to help Dad review some of his documents and soon I'm making corrections like an obsessed English teacher. There were many grammatical mistakes and spelling errors. It's so much that it's making my head hurt. If I see one more grammatical mistake, I swear my eyes are going to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to look for my shorts. I can't wear slacks to the beach, it would be inappropriate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:43554</id>
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    <title>My Fine is £60?! O.o?!?!</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T14:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T14:51:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Stolen from my sister, but damn! I never knew that I was such a... saint... Ulp! I foresee many attempts to corrupt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Tally up your life fines?"&gt;You don't have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; NOTE: Fines to be added once, not for how ever many times you have done it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Smoked weed -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Did acid or pills -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ever had sex at church -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you -- £40&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone on MySpace/Facebook/Bebo etc -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex for money -- £100&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Vandalized something -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex on your parents' bed -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Beat up someone -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been jumped -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cross dressed -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Given money to stripper -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been in love with a stripper -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kissed someone who's name you didn't know -- £0.10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hit on some one of the same sex while at work -- £15&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ever drive and drank -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- £50&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Used toys while having sex -- £30&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went skinny dipping -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex in a pool -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kissed someone of the same sex -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone of the same sex -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cheated on your significant other -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Masturbated -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Done oral -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Got oral -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Done / got oral in a vehicle while it was moving -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stole something -- £10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone in jail -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Made a nasty home video or took pictures -- £15&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had a threesome -- £50&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex in public -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been in the same room while someone was having sex --£25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stole something worth over more than a hundred quid-- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone 10 years older -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone under the age accepted by rule of thumb (half your age plus 7) -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been in love with two people or more at the same time-- £50&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went streaking -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went streaking in broad daylight -- £15&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Been arrested -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Spent time in jail -- £15&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Pissed in the pool -- £0.50&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Played spin the bottle -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Done something you regret -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with your best friend -- £20&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone you work with at work -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Had anal sex -- £80&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Lied to your mate -- £5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- £25&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tally it up and title it: "My Fine Is..." copy and paste, then repost in your LJ&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:43049</id>
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    <title>A Day of Pricks and Headaches</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T13:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T13:58:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Have you ever had a headache so bad that goes straight in your dreams, wake you up and have you suffer in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have! And it's no fun! The whole house was sleeping and I was writhing in agony as if my brain is desperately trying to expand and multiply. The pain was earth shattering! I got up after two hours of pain at 4 AM and bang my head on my parents' door because the medicine box is in their room. The reason I use my head is because it somewhat relieves the pain. I couldn't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the matters worse, it's still here! Today, at this very moment! Making me very miserable. I am not exaggerating! It really fucking bloody hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today at work, I met and heard of a few pricks that I seriously want to behead if they were not suppliers or customers. I'll talk more about the pricks later. I don't think my head can handle to rage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ragnasti:42753</id>
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    <title>Random Trivia #2245</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T16:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T16:00:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Milo has severe astraphobia, fear of lightning and thunder! He goes&amp;nbsp; panicky and destructive when there's thunderstorm, and unfortunately, the worst storm I have seen these few years just occurred today. The effect? He tore the main door's curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, if I'm around, he would run to me for comfort like a little scared puppy and calm down when I put my arms around him. Tips for dog owners, towels and hugs work wonders for calming scared dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he does brave through a storm if he sees me getting caught in one. Example being that one time when I was caught in a thunderstorm while walking back from the supermarket. Milo barked at me as if to say "GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE! THERE'S A STORM!!" and he didn't run for cover like he usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he reverted to his panicky side when I got in and proceeded to jump on me for comfort and I attacked him with an old towel because he was wet and shivering.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Scaredy cat</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T05:39:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T06:00:22Z</updated>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose despite loving creatures as much as I do, and recently got over my arachnophobia and entomophobia, I still have creatures that I fear. I'm afraid of &lt;strong&gt;jellyfishes&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, they're not animals per se, but I suppose they will do since they possess certain animal characteristics. I freeze up in fear&amp;nbsp;when I see one in the water with me, especially if I'm equipped with nothing but&amp;nbsp;a piece of swimwear for protection. That's like trying to move around an enchanted&amp;nbsp;garden of microscopic&amp;nbsp;thorns NAKED! Well, almost naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I should note that it's not a traumatic fear, more like a cautious one because I've never been stung by a jellyfish. Added with the annoying fact that they're quite invisible when they're in the water and they are usually loaded with trigger happy microscopic&amp;nbsp;poisonous barbs that automatically embed themselves into you by a mere touch, I'm absolutely terrified of them. There's also a fragment of memory in my head that depicts a jellyfish swarm, I don't remember much&amp;nbsp;granted that I lost many of my childhood memory. However, I do&amp;nbsp;remember a river full of jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the idea of a creature made of gelatin-like consistency and equipped with microscopic poisonous snares that randomly floats about scares me. I mean, jelly is for eating and I like to keep it that way. Okay, jelly can also be&amp;nbsp; tossed at the idiot who started a food fight in the cafeteria, but I digress. If they aren't poisonous, I guess I wouldn't fear them as much&amp;nbsp;because my logical side would come in and kick my silly emotional side's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the game&lt;strong&gt; X-COM 2: Terror&amp;nbsp;from the Deep&lt;/strong&gt; had something to do with it because I was terrified of the floating brain with a beak(Tentaculat) and the super huge jellyfish creature(Hallucinoid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to be honest, I generally fear creatures I cannot comprehend or control. I've been&amp;nbsp;chased and bitten&amp;nbsp;by dogs, scratched by cats, had a snake(Non-poisonous grass snake)&amp;nbsp;slither into my shirt, bitten by a dumb hamster that couldn't differentiate my hand from a peanut, stung repeatedly by bees and have been bitten by a dragonfly(Yes, I've confirmed that dragonflies do bite under threat). However, I have not developed fear for them because I understand that none of that are actually fatal, unless the dogs/hamster/dragonfly developed rabies or I'm allergic to cat scratches and bee stings. Otherwise, I'm fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also one other animal that I fear, but at the same time love. Want to know what is this special creature? No, not wolves. Not bears. Not tigers. Okay, you're all probably frustrated at guessing.&amp;nbsp;So, presenting... Dum da da DUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans. I know many would be offended, which&amp;nbsp;is why I put it down here. Many people would categorize themselves as something beyond animals, but really, we are just highly intelligent and complex&amp;nbsp;animals with many contradicting qualities. So, drop those holier-than-thou attitude because you can't change reality, bub. On the other&amp;nbsp;hand, I find this creature mighty&amp;nbsp;attractive because I'm&amp;nbsp;the same&amp;nbsp;organism. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter how&amp;nbsp;I might bash at humanity for its contradicting qualities, it doesn't compare to my fear of jellyfishes. The brainless semi-translucent blob with many poisonous&amp;nbsp;tentacles. It has enough tentacles to make a hentai character cry! Okay, so they already cry like armageddon had fell upon them in those sick tentacle rape movies, but I'm trying to make a point!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Unhealthy Tastes</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T07:35:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T07:35:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">"What is that? It looks disgusting!" Grandma commented on my slop of leftovers. I stared at my food and thought, "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked, she said that my bowl of leftovers looked disgusting. Well, that is what you get when you randomly throw in edible leftovers into a pot and hope it tastes good. Whatever that comes out won't always look good, but usually it tastes good if you know how to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to think about something, I'm definitely not made for fine dining. Both in cooking and eating. If you would have me dress up in a tuxedo and go to high class restaurants to enjoy fine wine and some exotic dishes, I would most probably embarrass myself like a tragedy waiting to happen. Same goes for cooking, if you need me to dress up in a uniform and cook in a high-class restaurant, I would most probably end up in a stained uniform and a mediocre looking dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm not brought up to be refined, since I rarely enjoy expensive things like bird's nest, abalone, veal, capons, shark's fin and foie gras. Therefore, I suppose it is normal for someone like me to eat slop of leftovers. At least I know I won't die from starvation when fresh food becomes scarce.</content>
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    <title>Lost Something Precious</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T04:39:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm feeling better now and I don't have a stuffy nose anymore, but it seems like I still can't smell anything around me. EVEN cologne and insecticide. I hope it is temporary, because I don't want to live without having a sense of smell. Everything I eat is bland, and I can't tell how my cooking tastes like without my sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm a guy with 4 senses in all. Well, 5 if you call some of my accurate hunches as psychic.</content>
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    <title>Oops! *Smacks forehead*</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T16:21:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's Earth Day, and I forgot about it because I was too busy at work. I knew today is a special day but, damn! While I do try to do a lot of green things like recycling, cutting down my carbon footprint by walking and reducing electricity usage, care for plants, and all those overrated stuff. But I don't do them because it makes me feel like "Oh! I'm so great, I'm helping the environment!". I do them because I like it, unless fate becomes unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being a greener guy(not out of jealousy) has its benefits, I save more on cash and I'm helping the environment. The down part is having to suffer a bit, but suffering is what I've gone through a lot so it doesn't bug me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I'm pissed is because Nat Geo is having an Earth Day special with really interesting documentaries. AND I MISSED THEM! GODDAMMIT!</content>
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    <title>You Can't Be Sad if You're Dancing!(Not applied to Goths and Emoes)</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T16:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T16:19:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yeah, I was frustrated but I'm slightly happier because I worked up a sweat and I finally got a AA(No miss) rating on DDRMAX2 on a Level 3 song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this work-out is the most effective because I like dancing, just didn't know how.</content>
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    <title>Artwerk!</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T20:00:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T20:02:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ragnasti/pic/0000fg2z"&gt;&lt;img width="180" height="211" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ragnasti/pic/0000fg2z" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ragnasti/pic/0000e30s"&gt;&lt;img width="182" height="211" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ragnasti/pic/0000e30s" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my latest artworks that I'm actually proud of, because I referred to nothing when I draw them. Sorry, still suck at drawing legs. That's why the rocker wasn't complete, but I absolutely love the way I drew the guitar.</content>
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    <title>You call THAT a LIBRARY?!</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T14:28:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T14:28:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Today, I went to the public library hoping I could find at least something about IELTS. To my dismay, no one knows what it is and let's just say after spending a hour looking around, I still see no signs of anything that gives&amp;nbsp; any information on IELTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found some "Guide to University" books, and I took a few out. After reading them, the entry requirements seemed very low for everything and I was beginning to think, maybe I have a good chance after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finished, it's written on the last page that it is printed in year 1988-1989... !@#^(&amp;amp;*%!!! What gives?! That's like 20 years ago! I was just a wee lad probably a few months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after another hour of exasperated search, I decided to give up and called Terrance. I asked him about his MUET(The English test which I got a band 5 out of 6) book, and asked if I could borrow it for a while. I suppose something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously disappointed at the public library, put something up-to-date! Goddammit! Sheesh! It's almost like I'm walking into a museum.</content>
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    <title>Partially blind at the moment</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T09:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T09:43:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I have this bad habit of sleeping with my head squashed below my pillow, just above my my nose so I could breathe. I don't know when I picked this up(probably from the time when I had to share my room with Bro #1 and Bro #2 many years ago, and now I'm back to sharing my room with them again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's nothing serious, because each of us have our sleeping habits. I mean, Bro #1 likes to snore and needs a bolster, Bro #2 have this habit of sleeping on his belly and having the blanket/duvet covering his head, and I take a long time to fall asleep and I squash my head below a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I'm having right now is that I'm partially blind sometimes when I squash my head under the pillow, meaning I can't see clearly with or without my glasses. It's like I'm subconsciously performing corrective therapy while I sleep, and explaining why Sis couldn't get my power right the first time she attempted to try refraction on me(because I just woke up then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blurry and I have to cook. Joy! Need to allow some time for the eyes to recover.</content>
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    <title>Bestow Upon Me Strength (B.U.M.S)</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T23:39:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T23:39:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm planning to take IELTS within this month and I'm nervous as heck thinking about it (You can probably tell that I'm nervous from the weird and irrelevant title). The main reason would most probably be that my last English test was taken a year ago, and I'm afraid that I might not perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm nervous is because of two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I do not know much about IELTS's level of English, and I do not know what to expect. It feels like walking in a dark forest, not knowing what lies yonder. Let's just hope I don't fall victim to pit holes or ankle snares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is my one shot at getting a chance to study in the UK. No second chances, not safety nets. Just one single shot. If I miss, then it is over for me. I just hope Ash is right that my English is proficient enough. What worries me is the speaking and listening test. I'm not a smooth talker, I tend to space out, and I occasionally stutter like a recovering junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May a higher power bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm getting mysterious cuts. They are as thin and annoying as paper cuts, but they appear out of nowhere. I'll let you know if they start to appear as puncture holes on my palm, foot and heart. Heh, just kidding about the stigmata part.</content>
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    <title>In the Heat of the Night</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T13:53:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T13:53:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">IT IS RIDICULOUSLY HOT, AND I CAN FIND NO RELIEF!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!!</content>
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    <title>Enter Sandman</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T08:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T08:39:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">To think I used to be able to stay awake for 36 hours with no problem, now I can barely stay awake for 20 hours. Sometimes, not even 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the matters worse, I cannot sleep throughout the night anymore. I always wake up in between sleep. Damn, what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm becoming old, or I'm becoming a wimp. XP</content>
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    <title>Reality Distortion</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T15:09:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">After an hour of fast-paced Dance Dance Revolution, all songs in my playlist seems to slowed down by a lot. It's like listening to everything in slow motion, heh. But, damn, I should've gotten DDR sooner. It is great fun, and good workout too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't do it everyday, because I get more cramps that way.</content>
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