<?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-30729488</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:31.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>start saying something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115764322706885412</id><published>2006-09-08T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:52:27.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/jun.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/jun.0.jpg" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Yes yes yes, this is my kitten. and this is my last blog. (hurrayhurray!)&lt;br /&gt;i put him here coz i can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is stuck, totally stuck due to the exams we did, and the essays we have done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day for this semester, everyone is going home, home sweet home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EVERYONE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; accept me. i'm the only one who havn't went home, yet. (or may be kenta as well)&lt;br /&gt;This semester, we had easy and difficult time. we had semiotics, film making, rupert murdoch, political j blogger, marxism that we hated a lot, colonialism and imperialism that we even more hated, and the podcast. Something is a lot more fun than the previous semesters, such as film making and podcasting. On the other hand, something is frastrating and annoying putting us into a really really hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;everything is over. No matter how i struggled, how i hate the assignments, how disgusting i felt when i was doing my homeworks, i feel proud of myself.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hey class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we succeed again, the third time. We have proven to ourself and others that we can do something. The another 12 weeks, we have been studied together, even though we rarely chat, the boys and girls rarely sit together and we have never ever went to somewhere after class (not ever for a cup of coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever,&lt;br /&gt;see you guys next semester. lets prepare to fight to struggle to disappoint to get excited and most importantly, prepare to persuade some of our teachers to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"forever-ly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cancel some of our assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115764322706885412?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115764322706885412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115764322706885412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115764322706885412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115764322706885412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-yes-yes-this-is-my-kitten.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115746286366367161</id><published>2006-09-05T23:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:19:25.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right after i've mentioned on Great Barrier Reef, diving and death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/1.0.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/1.0.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/1.0.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Australian naturalist and television personality &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Steve Irwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,44 has been killed by a stingray after being struck in the chest by the stingray's barb while he was filming a documentary in Queensland's Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kodesuara.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;mikeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;) regarded he as the bravest man in the world, some thinks steve is crazy and is too aggressive to animal that humiliates Australian. I say he truely admires those dangeous animal, but expresses the admiration in a very different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch his TV programme from the Animal Planet. At that time, i frequently asked myself how can such a guy referred the crocodile as "beautiful" while they are trying to kill him. How can he put his most loved son in front of these fiercious animal, just like Michael Jackson. Why he still has to do such a dangeous job that he will properly got killed in every single second, even though he has already earned a large sum of fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes later, i conclude, he truely admire these animal while they are showing their primitive instinct. He enjoys his job, crazily. and he died doing what he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death, to me, is dramatic, is shock, is sad. We, Australian loss him. Loss another person who is so enthusiastic to protect the nature, in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;This, however, also reminds us how short human's life can be. It reminds us to treasure every single second we live, do not regret after our chance vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any sense,&lt;br /&gt;'The Crocodile Hunter' will be remembered for his many contributions, and lives in our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115746286366367161?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115746286366367161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115746286366367161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115746286366367161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115746286366367161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-after-ive-mentioned-on-great.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115703675571194237</id><published>2006-09-01T00:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:06:47.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to go diving. must go somedays.&lt;br /&gt;what about the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me a film, which i've watched quite a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;OPEN WATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie based on the true story of two scuba divers accidentally stranded in shark infested waters after their tour boat has left them. The film depicts how the two divers struggle to survive. They hope, fear, stocked, and then, despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very moment i watched this film, i told myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is such a crap movie. so boring, so meaningless. And the whole movie only talk about two people floating on the sea!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i think back.&lt;br /&gt;The movie touches my soul. It makes me think a lot, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Their fear, i can recall from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, russel&lt;br /&gt;some movies can stimulate viewer's sensation, but after that, people hardly remember what the film is about.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;some doesn't contain explosive effects and images, but it makes people think. around and around in their head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want my life that way as well&lt;br /&gt;makes people think, influences them. Not just stimulate somebody's sense for like, a minute, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's what i want to say, though i don't know what i had said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go diving, but i am so scare, scare of sharks scare of being left over the sea scare of dieing.&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/30729488-115703675571194237?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115703675571194237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115703675571194237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115703675571194237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115703675571194237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-go-diving_01.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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-30729488.post-115683879126203952</id><published>2006-08-29T18:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:35:15.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my future is ruined!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;"&gt;I dreamed for my future. I wanted to be a flight attendance.&lt;br /&gt;Flying all over the world, across the pacific sea, far away from my own country, landing somewhere I’ve never ever reached and through the pupil of my eyes, I witness this amazing earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;when I come to 19, I know and I knew very well that my dream is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“SORRY, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;"&gt;OUR JOB REQUIREMENT IS AT LEAST 160 CM TALL”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;ok thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s me. The shortest one.&lt;br /&gt;Where people go shooting for a film with those professional Digital Video Camera, looking professionally; I look like a child with some big big machine that totally DO NOT make me look like a director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked myself, is this really true that my future is ruined, and I’m being limited from many aspect of my life due my physical outlook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will think of that way.&lt;br /&gt;The community is always containing a set of dominant ideology, and this set of ideology changes through century. Just like a fashion trend.&lt;br /&gt;The dominant ideology is beneficial to only a particular group of people, and people outside that particular group will not enjoy any of the benefits, and not be admired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century  gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here comes the point.&lt;br /&gt;By breaking away from the tradition, and win people’s&lt;/span&gt; admiration, we gain the real success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Chinese cannot be a successful director. Who says short girls are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Ang Lee, although he is a Chinese, he won the Oscar Best Director Prize in last year. His success does not come from what people believe, but from himself and his ability. This success is far more treasurable and meaningful. And is a good proof to the westerners that they are not always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people who are Chinese, who are Black who are Fat who are Short who are bald who can’t talk can’t see can’t walk, will have to work much more harder to gain the world’s approval. Yes, that’s unfair, but that’s also the prime reason why we should work hard, to show the entire world we are nothing worse than you, we can be as intelligent as you guys, and even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I can explain my idea much more clearly in Chinese, but anyway, I hope you may understand what I am trying to tell)&lt;/span&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/30729488-115683879126203952?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115683879126203952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115683879126203952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115683879126203952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115683879126203952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-future-is-ruined-i-dreamed-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115571953056004105</id><published>2006-08-16T18:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:15:42.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should Watch V FOR VENDETTA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/v_for_vendetta-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 151px; height: 268px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/v_for_vendetta-1.jpg" border="0" height="304" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's a bit outdated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and,i am so much regreted that i havn't watched it in cinema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, &lt;strong&gt;ALL MEDIA STUDENTS please watch this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;V for Vendetta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Alan Moore and David Lloyd. Starring Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving. It's all about a story of a terriorist trying to set free the people and protect the country from being over control by the government. That's it, not a special one, but shoot in an awesome way, with sooo many intelligent dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, may be there's someone out there who regard Big Brother 1984 as "damned boring", but not on this one, not this time no no no, though V for Vendetta is a "cooler", modern and colored version of 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an intelligent movie. can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really pretty very fancy Natalie Portman. I like her with bareheaded.&lt;/span&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/30729488-115571953056004105?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115571953056004105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115571953056004105&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115571953056004105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115571953056004105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/08/should-watch-v-for-vendetta-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115414916157479975</id><published>2006-07-29T14:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:49:24.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Pig Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/70028629a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/70028629a.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/70001076a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/70001076a.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying the wild pig, but the farm pig.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another excuse for myself disliking the-dirtiest-fattest-laziest-and-stupidest-specie-in-the-world, probably &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt; (and the creepiest will be all kind of insect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chinese morning post 10 june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;41 years old 170cm tall old woman, was found dead inside the pigsty. Meanwhile, 1 pig (which she has kept for 7 years) was eating her eye and the other 3 were nearly finished eating up her internal organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dajiyuan (Chinese’s newspaper) 29 june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 years old man was eaten by a-old-female-farmland-pig, which he has kept for over 5 years. Nothing left, but only his bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yumi Hori (my friend) 27 july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs are actually as clever as dog. And they are clean! (Ok, enough. They are not clean, I do not believe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat pork, and some days later…pork eats us.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, here’s a piece of advice, do not keep Guinea Pig.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, they are not cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115414916157479975?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115414916157479975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115414916157479975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115414916157479975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115414916157479975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/caution-pig-kills.html' title='Caution: Pig Kills'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115364256632123819</id><published>2006-07-23T17:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:12:38.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2099.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/CIMG2099.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;color:#a5bcbe;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paddington Market.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my oh my i love this place. this market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn sunny after the rainning days&lt;br /&gt;so cool&lt;br /&gt;so gorgerous, which can't describe&lt;br /&gt;feel so draggy that haven't been to such a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, wanna travel somewere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/CIMG2094.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2093.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/200/CIMG2093.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2104.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/CIMG2104.3.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2101.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/CIMG2101.2.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2096.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/CIMG2096.4.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115364256632123819?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115364256632123819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115364256632123819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115364256632123819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115364256632123819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/paddington-market.html' title=''/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115340180468498234</id><published>2006-07-20T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:23:20.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BIG BROTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/getimg.php.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/getimg.php.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, I enjoy watching “that” big brother. I like camilla I like jamie I like claire. But no no no, not this time, not am I going to talk about that reality television show. Here, it’s about the film NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR. The film we all watched during Peter’s class, the film I initially thought it-is-definitely- going-to-bore-and- confuse-me-to-death, the film sooooo famous but yet I haven’t heard about it (which shamed me), and the film that provoke a lot of thinkings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a movie directed by Michael Radford. The story is adapted from the novel 1984 written by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, Orwell, the best writer apart from Shakespeare I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the totalitarian state of Oceania, this is a story of citizen Winston Smith, a bureaucratic bookkeeper whose job is to erase certain people from existence and rewrite history for the government. Big Brother, the autocratic symbol of an oppressive regime that has forbidden such things as freethinking, expression, and sex (I can’t understand why forbidding sex, anyway). Winston breaks the law by becoming involved in an illicit love affair with Ministry of Truth worker Julia. Unfortunately for Winston, a high-ranking member of the government, O'Brien, who has looked upon him as a protégé, discovers the rebellion. Winston is imprisoned by the Thought Police, tortured and brainwashed into a system of belief that he loves the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four is an extremely important literary work. It explains to us what the ultimate facist state would be like, and reminds us the importance of freedom of press. In the last two semesters (and probably the third semester as well), we keep on learning stuffs on the relationship between government and media from Mike, and whenever we have to write a conclusion in an essay, it is always gonna be something like: As the media represents the citizens, and is able to influence the public, all the governments are trying to control the media in someway. Therefore, this is the reason we all are existing here, in Sydney learning so many bloody theoretical media stuffs, so that in the future we may protect the rights of the public, avoid government and upper class over control the society, and probably prevent some days later big brother will force everyone of us to do exercise in front of his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“unturn-off able”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;television every morning. (smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three slogans of the Party in 1984:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. War is Peace&lt;br /&gt;. Freedom is Slavery&lt;br /&gt;. Ignorance is Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is so similar to the style of George Orwell’s another novel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Animal Farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In which, the rules that the pigs set up for other animals “all animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.” So Ironic. (I read Animal Farm when I do English Literature in high school. oh,yes, i used to do eng lit. sooooo cool!!  and, I really really really admire the writing style of Orwell. Amazing.) The slogans as well, they can be explained into which: through constant "war", the Party can keep domestic peace. As well, the ignorance of the people is the strength of the Party, so that the Party may continuous to impost ideas to the public, and take full control over them. As such, I believe the existing public should not to follow whatever the state, or newspaper, or your parents, or your friends, or your teachers, or whatsoever blindly. Believe in yourself, try to see things not from one side and always retain the curiosity to find out the truth. That’s what I got from the film, and more importantly, from this media course, just leave it, if you do not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh! I believe I’ve talked too much that people already stop reading it since the first or second paragraph. Haha, anway, it’s really a film that leads people to think, and its underlying meanings are so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I’ve watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;PRIATE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with aki, it’s just gorgeous, although it’s a bit too long. You guys should go and watch it, instead of keep on going concerts and coming back school describing the details and making people envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important point i need to add* 22 July 2006. The day, i finally eventually discover that, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; our teacher's name is not Peter. (Oh God. i thought it is!!! since the first lesson) that's it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115340180468498234?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115340180468498234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115340180468498234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115340180468498234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115340180468498234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-big-brother.html' title='I LOVE BIG BROTHER'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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-30729488.post-115284309056959338</id><published>2006-07-14T12:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T15:02:55.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fought With My Boy Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/CIMG2023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 30px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 75px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/400/CIMG2023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him, hit on his head, kicked his shank his ass, smashed and swept all the bloody stuffs on his desk onto the floor     and, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I threw him with the dvd remote control. &lt;br /&gt;So,  what. Why not. It took four days for my two kittens to fight against each other, before they became best friend. It took a hundred times for Mr and Mrs Smith to try to kill each other, before Mr Smith gave 10 points to their sex life, and properly before Pitt and Jolie got marry. It took 0, zero time for China and Taiwan go to war, and still they hate each other for more than 30 years. (May be they should go to war, and soon after that, they may solve the problems between them) Therefore, fighting, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; to me, is a kind of communication, a way to solve MINOR problems to express anger, an excuse to break the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this fighting does not equal to abuse. Those men who treat their partner with violence are known as abusing, this is named because the women are not able to defense themselves, and they do not enjoy such an activity. For that reason, abuse does not included as “fighting”, as there is none interactivity, none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, up till now, I know what you guys are thinking. I am small, that’s right, I know and I knew, so just don’t have to mention it again and again. Here’s another question, “what happened next?”. After expressing our anger, yelling what we want to tell and then,  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;that’s it. Suddenly, everybody went silent, cool down, calm, and those angers vanished (remember that, i only refer to those arguments started with some really really, really silly thing. Like, who is gonna take shower first, or “hey, you! Don’t use my toothbrush! You jerk.”, or “you should not reply any of your ex-girlfriend’s msn messages!”. Blahblahblah.) and then,  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;we start acting nothing and discuss on who’s the most destructive. (probably me, because i don't care about everything during the fight. at least, he won't break my perfumes, because he will have to buy another one after it) or or or, we just suddenly broke (or something word else, I am not sure) into laugher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way we live together. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, me and him are W-I-L-D. absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;I believe each pair of couples is UNIQUE. Now. In a hurry now. I have to go to Peter’s class. So, why don't you guys just leave me a comment when you can think of something special between you and your partner. I’m really interested. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the fight is over. (but...) all the stuffs on our desk went onto the floor. Our clothes our shoes our whatever, need to put back into the right place.  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;AND, the most ironic is, I mistakenly threw the dvd  remote control at my coffee table (because he’s sitting in front of it!) &lt;br /&gt;and then………….ARGH. it broke, it costs 80$, it broke!! Brokened. A huge hole appears in the middle of the WHITE coffee table. Shi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115284309056959338?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115284309056959338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115284309056959338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115284309056959338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115284309056959338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-fought-with-my-boy-friend.html' title='I Fought With My Boy Friend'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115228730048096728</id><published>2006-07-08T01:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:00:48.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences between W A T E R and,      W A T E R.</title><content type='html'>I confess,&lt;br /&gt;I did attempt to find some astonishing news for my next post. but,&lt;br /&gt;I failed. I’m “dogged” (learnt from school blog peter) (not sure whether I use it correctly or not) with those 10 inches long ACADEMIC writing articles, filled with political messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, Why not talk about something around me.&lt;br /&gt;Something essential in everybody’s life. Oh yes. I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone orders coca-cola in the restaurant, I usually ask for: water, please! Not as a purpose to save money, but because of the taste of water. I describe its taste as "air mixed with grass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day, I discovered water does taste different.&lt;br /&gt;From Perrier to Mount Franklin to evian to tap water to toilet water to seawater, doubtlessly some taste better and some do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes to the core:&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to do some researches on these &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; W.A.T.E.R.S , and taste them.&lt;br /&gt;For this, you guys may have a better knowledge on different kinds of water! Isn’t it great? um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights: I know I’m mental I’m an idioit, forgive me. That’s the only thing make me feel like writing my own blog as a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just wait for a few days, after Ros’ assignment, and then I will post my result on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cfc605;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now. the results are on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;edit on 9 July. the day my kitten needs worming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/1600/bottle.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/3296/320/bottle.0.jpg" width="432" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we all start from:&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa used to say (in Chinese): “the bottled Perrier water, made by the Bloody Frogs!” (French, I don’t mean it. I do hope you guys win the world cup, instead of the ……Italian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:;"&gt;Perrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, $3.4 the green glass pear-shaped bottle,has carried bottled water all over the world. I love its outlook the most.&lt;br /&gt;When carrying, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;feels like as elegant as French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but…) the inside’s liquid has nothing to do with the outside appearances.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the taste of Perrier water has a lot to do with its weirdly honest marketing slogan------“Perrier c’est fou” (Perrier is mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortified by natural carbon gas content. contains a strong mineral taste and is fizzy and refreshing when served lightly chilled. It leaves a refreshing feel in the mouth (most of the time it does not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i am not a French! I advise you to buy a Perrier (the GLASS bottle one), throw the weird fizzy water away, and refill it with something else. (Winked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the top ranking within all the water brands in Australian market. The-owned-by-Coca-Cola’s-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Mount-Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its first impression: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;frankly, it is a no-matter-what-its-package-is-definitely-not-eye-catching-water,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it looks FAT. yes yes yes, it is. Though, Mount Franklin has a reasonable price of $1.9. Its water has a mineral smell, and most importantly, it contains quite a few mineral flavors. As a result, Mount Franklin is perfect for handovers and hot days (where no body cares about its package, they all desperately need water, that’s it), or even a hangover on a hot day. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now. Tell you what; I start thinking why I am such a bullshiter, who bored my teacher to death.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (inhale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:;"&gt;Evian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. $2.5 Long and slim cut. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;and then &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Its HIGH MINERAL CONTENT! Despite from a slightly (acceptable to me) strange mineral taste, it makes me believe that Evian may do something to my health.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wonder. Is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:;"&gt;Tap water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rain? Not as salty as rain, but tastes the same.&lt;br /&gt;And, and and and I had a small sip at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:;"&gt;Toliet water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I did. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It tastes better and fresher than tap water &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;don’t know why. No matter what, I believe we should not drink it as normal water, properly there is something not good to our health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;it’s all my experiment. Nothing as special as the breaking news on television on Internet on radio on newspaper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I did it. And enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will choose Evian from now on. And I recommend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, I suggest to save our water&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; coz’ you will need it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115228730048096728?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115228730048096728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115228730048096728&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115228730048096728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115228730048096728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/differences-between-w-t-e-r-and-w-t-e.html' title='Differences between W A T E R and,      W A T E R.'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30729488.post-115218591381116399</id><published>2006-07-06T20:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:11:08.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, semester three.</title><content type='html'>I am here, right in the center of Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;When comes to look back, i found myself stayed in such a place over 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;Had done over 43 essays, 13 presentations, 2 websites and 1 newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but but but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to go. here i come,&lt;br /&gt;my "in-order-to-go-into-UTS-i-have-to-do-it-weekly" blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30729488-115218591381116399?l=viennama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/feeds/115218591381116399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30729488&amp;postID=115218591381116399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115218591381116399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30729488/posts/default/115218591381116399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennama.blogspot.com/2006/07/suddenly-semester-three.html' title='Suddenly, semester three.'/><author><name>vien.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16850903108895631843</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
