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Assignments...
So, all the assignments are already being started. And I can say it is quite weird for me this semester because all assignments in every subjects must be done in groups... Since there are quite a lot of uncertainties for me and my group members in order to do researches, we will have to ask our tutors for a consultation next week.
The 1st submission of assignment will be a combination of a slide presentation and a press comference about Barack Obama for the subject, Writing for Mass Communication on next Wednesday. Surprisingly, all my group members are boys and we expect an amusement because one of us has to take the role of Barack Obama's wife, Michelle.
And since that I have a whole new circle of friends to complete my assignment with, I won't have to sleep at any of my friend's room to complete the works at this semester, at least. I don't mean any offense but it will always be a lot lesser embarrassment for me to use their limited facilities in their rooms because they need the facilities more than I do. And it will be no arguments over the facilities with them just like the one that happened last semester.
Anyways, please do wish us good luck for the upcoming press conference. I'll stop here... heading out...
Quick Update - Management BUT Marketing...
I feel that I'm gonna flunk it...
And I'm expected to be nagged by my Marketing tutor then lecturer...
Whatever, gotta start to get Sociology assignment done...
I'll talk about some assignments here in the next post...
I'm heading out again... (*sigh~)
I Dreamed About You...
Unexpected Accident

I arrived late at 9am this morning to school because I woke up late at 6:20am so I decided to skip the lecture for Marketing which started at 8am. Had a fast-pacing revision during the tutorial lesson for Management in the afternoon until 3pm. Went home by taking public transports but arrived home in the late evening at 6pm. When I arrived home, I found something has missing in front of the house - My precious pet dog as well has his toys and other equipments.
I saw my dad squatting outside at the door frowning, holding his forehead with his left hand and a can of Beck's beer with his right hand. He kept quiet but he gave me some sign language that my pet dog has died being knocked down by a car at a highway near my house. I was shocked but at the same time, I was unable to show any facial expression... Then, I also saw both of my eldest sister's eyes were red and swollen a little because of crying.
Why? Why my dog has to be the victim of this tragedy? Couldn't that driver lower down his gear to let his fucking car slow down? Couldn't he just brake for the sake of sparring a life? I wonder what the driver's driving license is for when he already has the potential to knock down other lives... Now that he has taken my precious pet's life, he should be "blessed" with the upcoming tragedies awaiting him. I'm sure he will...
I'm feeling so emotionless today...
Wassup With Today?
Instead of feeling nervous for the whole evening, it was quite relaxing for me to sit for the subject, Writing for Mass Communication. I knew that I have done some mistakes at answering a few questions but I've no regrets doing some flaws because I really didn't know what the answers were. I've learned a lot even during the examinations- really.
The Third Edition of Management : A Practical Introduction
Feedback of the book (which can also be found inside):
Everything Can Happen (הכול יכול לקרות) - Ninet Tayeb (נינט טייב)
Singer: Ninet Tayeb (נינט_טייב)
Music & Lyrics: Aviv Geffen (אביב גפן)
Lyrics Source 1: http://www.geocities.com/ninetlyrics/lyrics40.html
Lyrics Source 2: http://www.shiron.net/songview.aspx?song_id=17342&singer_id=2666&song_title=20ea11
הכל יכול לקרות אין כיוון לרוח המרחב פתוח האופק לא נגמר הכל יכול לקרות מאהבה נתפרת או מפרידה נפרמת בסוף כלום לא נשאר אבל תמיד יש מישהו ששומע שומר עלי יודע שאני לא אוותר רוצה שתשאר עד שיגמר הטירוף הלילה עד קצה יום אחר הכל יכול לקרות אין דבר קבוע אין שומדבר בטוח שיקרה או לא יקרה כי הכל יכול לקרות רכבת שדוהרת שאף פעם לא עוצרת באותה התחנה שחרר אותי עם בדידותי בחדר קח שבר ועוד שבר ותדביק אותי עוד פעם מחדש עד המבול הבא עד שלא יכאב כבר עד שירגע כי תמיד יש מישהו ששומע שומר עלי יודע שאני לא אוותר רוצה שתשאר עד שיגמר הטירוף הלילה עד קצה יום אחר רוצה שתשאר עד שיגמר הטירוף הלילה עד קצה יום אחר |
Hakol yachol likrot
V’ein kivon laruach
Ha'mirchav patuach
Ha'ofek lo nigmar
Hakol yachol likrot
Me'ahava nitperet
O mifreda nifremet
Ba'sof klum lo nishar
Aval tamid
yesh misheu she’shomea
Shomer alai yodea
She'ani lo avater
Rotza shetishaer
Ad she'igamer
Hateruf halayla
Ad ktze yom acher
Hakol yachol likrot
Ein davar kavua
Ein shum davar batuach
She’ikre o lo ikre
Ki Hakol yachol likrot
Rakevet she'doheret
She'af pa’am lo otzeret
Beota hatachana
Shacher oti
im bdidoti ba’cheder
Kach shever v'od shever
V’tedbik oti
Af pa’am me'chadash
Ad ha'mabul haba
Ad she'lo eichav kvar
Ad she'i raga
There is not a direction to the wind
The expanse is open
The horizon does not finish
Everything can happen
From love it's sewed
Or from separation it's unstiched
In the end nothing remains
But always
There is someone who listens
Guard on me knows
That I will not give up
i want to stay
until it finishes
The madness tonight
Until edge of another day
Everything can happen
There isn't a steady thing
Nothing is for sure
That will happen or not
Because everything can happen
Railway that gallops
That even once doesn't stop
In the same the station
Release me
With my loneliness in the room
Take a break and then another
And paste me
Once more newly
Until the next deluge
Until that will not hurt already
Until that will relax
The Closet Pressure...
The world outside from the door looks beautiful & less stressful than staying in with roses decorated around. But will you take the risk of passing through the unseen thorns and experience unexpected dangers outside?"Son, the youngest uncle of yours is a faggot. He's nothing but a total loser that he french kissed a man and someone on the street saw it. Damn disgusting!"
I kept quiet and looked outside the window... It was raining... and because of the quote, I've actually noticed that I'm being noted not to let anyone in my family know that I'm actually gay. I can't imagine any further if my dad finds out one day by reading this blog... Freaky, really freaky...
Seme or Uke?
And since I was bored, I searched a website that contains a pop quiz to determine whether if you're a Seme or Uke based on your personality. To be more specific, which type of Seme or Uke you're most likely to be will be shown as well. Please be noted that the quiz is just for fun only... and I'm shocked but impressed to get this quiz result as shown below...

You are a Chibi Seme!
You are the seme in disguise. Able to fit in and get along with uke and seme alike, you are able to get close to the uke on their level before exerting your dominance. This makes you at times manipulative and able to fool others about your true seme nature. Because of your harmless appearance, it takes the flamboyantly gay Flaming Uke to match wits and really bring out your aggressive side to expose you for the seme that you are.
Most compatible with: Flaming Uke, Badass Uke
Least compatible with: Dramatic Uke
What seme or uke are you? Take the experience at SemeUke.com, or find merchandise here.
Getting Bored...
Grave of the Fireflies (Live Action)

What would you do if a war happens? Do you think you can run away from devastating bombs that kill many people? How would you survive if scarcity of food happens? Would you just kneel down and beg officers under a nearby shelter for ration? Introducing you Grave of the Fireflies, a tragical, emotional, yet tear-flowing fictional movie about 2 orphaned children, Seita and Setsuko, who are forced trying to survive hunger in the streets toward the end of World War 2 in Japan.
The story begins somewhere at a train station where Seita is found dead because of hunger by the janitors who are working there. One of the janitor is asked to pull his corpse aside and suddenly, a Sakuma Drop tin drops out from a pocket from the corpse's pants onto the floor. The tin is then being picked up by another janitor and thrown into a nearby junkyard. Finally, the tin is picked by a lady and she finds some ashes inside. The tragic tale of Seita and Setsuko is then narrated...
You can even watch the movies by clicking the links I provide below:
(PART 1)
(PART 2)
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