<?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-6246313081522023016</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:37:59.031+11:00</updated><category term='Infernal Affairs'/><category term='alternate'/><category term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category term='media'/><category term='Irene Bida'/><category term='Architecture'/><category term='Fantastic Four'/><category term='XAMAX'/><category term='Ben Zhang'/><category term='Hanazakari no Kimitachi e'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Mckey Sullivan'/><category term='Epping'/><category term='Daily Humour'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='materialism'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='villains'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Henry Lee'/><category term='Angela Chan'/><category term='Celia Ammerman'/><category term='Geography'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='earthhour'/><category term='Halo'/><category term='Justin Ma'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Tropfest'/><category term='Paul McCartan'/><category term='Hana Kimi'/><category term='resource'/><category term='Teng Shen'/><category term='Sarah Gao'/><category term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category term='David Moore'/><category term='HSC'/><category term='Varun Mulavineth'/><category term='ABC'/><category term='FOB'/><category term='Anita Wong'/><category term='ecosystem'/><category term='Australian Born Chinese'/><category term='superpower'/><category term='Man Cry'/><category term='cause'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Australian Museum'/><category term='Megan Jones'/><category term='Earth Hour'/><category term='experience'/><category term='chemistry'/><category term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category term='journey'/><category term='Jessica Tse'/><category term='urban'/><category term='Greenopolis'/><category term='Nathan Li'/><category term='Alice Yu'/><category term='city'/><category term='Spiderman'/><category term='Fresh of Bone'/><category term='belonging'/><category term='Jessica Hua'/><category term='James Kang'/><category term='voteearth'/><category term='consequence'/><category term='Darling Harbour'/><category term='Timothy Lou'/><category term='Tyson-James Fleming'/><title type='text'>I'm not your boy. This is my Urban Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-781389129131668760</id><published>2011-01-13T19:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:28:44.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it the 'How I Met Your Mother' way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/480333862260"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/480333862260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-781389129131668760?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/781389129131668760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-it-how-i-met-your-mother-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/781389129131668760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/781389129131668760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-it-how-i-met-your-mother-way.html' title='Do it the &apos;How I Met Your Mother&apos; way!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-3526066426721010084</id><published>2011-01-11T00:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:31:31.094+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the ending so incredibly sad?</title><content type='html'>So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be dropping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the farther we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt; Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-3526066426721010084?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/3526066426721010084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-is-ending-so-incredibly-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3526066426721010084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3526066426721010084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-is-ending-so-incredibly-sad.html' title='Why is the ending so incredibly sad?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6440490686626526103</id><published>2011-01-01T20:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:42:03.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Goals / Strategic To-Do List</title><content type='html'>As the somehow self-explanatory title, for 2011, I shall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be self-sufficient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain better results in university&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have work experience in planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start a graphic design certificate study in TAFE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear out SmileyWorld and HappyHouse products for &lt;a href="http://www.shestival.com.au"&gt;Shestival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expand &lt;a href="http://www.shestival.com.au"&gt;Shestival&lt;/a&gt; into promotion and design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue developing &lt;a href="http://streamlinecoaching.blogspot.com"&gt;Streamline Coaching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live a busy and fabulous life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move out (upon this happening I will start a new blog or re-brand this into one that revolves my new living)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There might be more. Let these be the main strategic ones. How I love the word 'strategic'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these all will contribute to my Australian, American and European dreams of home, work and travel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6440490686626526103?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6440490686626526103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-goals-strategic-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6440490686626526103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6440490686626526103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-goals-strategic-to-do-list.html' title='New Year Goals / Strategic To-Do List'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-9203369544681354144</id><published>2010-12-05T18:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:24:39.627+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am lost, I can always find a new way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it is Summer again, 4 days late though, there is a thing this blog has with Summers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-9203369544681354144?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/9203369544681354144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-am-lost-i-can-always-find-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/9203369544681354144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/9203369544681354144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-am-lost-i-can-always-find-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4857665161969425025</id><published>2010-11-26T23:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:38:09.308+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret - OneRepublic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHnzc6_qhHk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHnzc6_qhHk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: center;"&gt;I  need another story&lt;br /&gt;Something to get off my chest&lt;br /&gt;My life gets kinda  boring&lt;br /&gt;Need something that I can confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til all my sleeves are  stained red&lt;br /&gt;From all the truth that I've said&lt;br /&gt;Come by it honestly I  swear&lt;br /&gt;Thought you saw me wink, no&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the brink, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell  me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that were like those years&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of  all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  time&lt;br /&gt;Don't need another perfect line&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in  line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God&lt;br /&gt;Amazing that we got  this far&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're chasing all those stars&lt;br /&gt;Who's driving shiny big  black cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could  solve&lt;br /&gt;And when a situation rises, just write it into an album&lt;br /&gt;Seen it  straight to go&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my flow, no, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you  want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that were like those years&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the  insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Don't  need another perfect line&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm  gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got no reason, got not shame&lt;br /&gt;Got no  family I can blame&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tell you  everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that were like  those years&lt;br /&gt;I'm ick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets  away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Don't need another perfect line&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if  critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell  me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that were like those years&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all  the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Don't  need another perfect line&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm  gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets  away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/secrets-lyrics-onerepublic.html#ixzz16OKzHLgY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4857665161969425025?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4857665161969425025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-onerepublic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4857665161969425025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4857665161969425025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-onerepublic.html' title='Secret - OneRepublic'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8024774226019842066</id><published>2010-11-19T14:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:40:51.029+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Firework - Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to start again?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;One blow from caving in?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under scream&lt;br /&gt;But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite&lt;br /&gt;The light and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on; let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave em fallin down oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;You're original you cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;So you could open one that leads you to a perfect road&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt your heart will blow&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time you'll know&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite&lt;br /&gt;The light and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky ey ey&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on; let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to through, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky ey ey&lt;br /&gt;You're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em fallin down oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8024774226019842066?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8024774226019842066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/firework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8024774226019842066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8024774226019842066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/firework.html' title='Firework - Katy Perry'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4242470387414059842</id><published>2010-11-17T18:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:17:50.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH is Inception anyways?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOpg5Fme0Qs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOpg5Fme0Qs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4242470387414059842?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4242470387414059842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/wth-is-inception-anyways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4242470387414059842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4242470387414059842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/11/wth-is-inception-anyways.html' title='WTH is Inception anyways?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8435325916639329176</id><published>2010-10-27T22:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:32:02.707+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new era of convergence and change: the hybrid future in digital media</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan Xiaofeng Li 42048850&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n the contemporary diverse market, with ‘increasingly distracted, distrustful and disinterested consumers’ (Spurgeon 2008:27), commercial media need to constantly evolve to accommodate the changing trends. Advanced digital technology has enabled emergence of convergent media to reach the changing market. Convergence refers to ‘economic integration in the media industries, as well as technical developments that enable the provision of shared media content across different media formats’ (Stadler &amp;amp; McWilliam 2009:xiv). In commercial media, to engage audience with decreasing attention span, hybrid media is becoming the norm. Siding with the trend of convergence, hybrid media is the incorporated use of multiple media, such as a cinematography, graphics, photography, animation and typography, in the same frame continuously to create a new medium with highly stylish aesthetics (Manovich 2007). Convergence and hybrid media are not just about the evolving technology. Also hybridised are the functions of commercial media. They are to entertain and to advertise simultaneously: the line is blurring. In the contemporary commercial media industry, technology- and function-hybrid media are forming a dominating force, especially with short-duration media like advertisements, music videos and film and TV opening sequences, in shaping a new digital future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;Advertising is a dominant force that has historically sustained all commercial media and it connects ‘the producers of consumer goods and services with potential markets (Sinclair 2010:189). Advertising has intensively incorporated hybrid media in its production. Primarily to promote goods and services, through hybrid media, new advertising showcases products in a visually innovative manner to achieve a higher level of selling persuasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IVgo9WEUEc" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IVgo9WEUEc" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;Integrating different layers of still images, this Target commercial showcases the models in different clothing with a new range of other supplementary. The juxtaposition of the images creates continuous motion in which the girl ‘dreaming’ around a lively and colourful scenery. Every single frame is constructed with Target’s colourful products. It simultaneously establishes a stylistic brand image and recognition and commands consumers’ attention to the products. Hybrid visual techniques create psychological approval by mass consumers. This is also the case in the following Toyota and Honda commercials:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq4nrmnqY9o" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq4nrmnqY9o" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/1V86wJWtP8Y" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1V86wJWtP8Y" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;Both car commercials embody moving generated images and animation of natural matters to facilitate a perception of the products being in harmony with nature. This is an adaptive response to the trend of consumers’ growing awareness of environmental issues. It is important for advertisers to be seen as ‘green and socially responsible’ in today’s market (O’hara 2008).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;Moreover, convergence in the advertising sector also means the hybridity of promotion and entertainment, which is also known as the ‘branded content’ and increasing advertising budgets have been diverted to it (Spurgeon 2008). Many advertisements have taken the form of narratives. They are much longer than 30 seconds or one minute in traditional advertisements and they are mostly released online in response to the growing online video culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTO4FHf8MBs" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTO4FHf8MBs" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;This Chanel commercial features a poignant romantic narrative with Nicole Kidman. The high-end production and the use of celebrities create an enjoyable, entertaining and engaging story rather than just a plain commercial. Yet the commercial nature of the advertisement remains. The whole advertisement is constituted of Chanel’s products and its logo is clearly visible from time to time. Consumers are subconsciously receiving the branded information which one day would influence their purchasing decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hybrid media has also been transforming contemporary music video production. In order to more effectively engage audience and to satisfy their changing demand of visual consumption, many music videos from the popular culture have adapted to the sophisticated agglomeration of cinematography and three-dimensional images and animation and other media. This music video of ‘Boom Boom Pow’ by Black Eyed Peas illustrates this trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/4m48GqaOz90" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4m48GqaOz90" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;The images of the singers are hybridised with 3D animation and it creates the idea of hybridity of humans and digital technology, or ‘digital afterlife’, reflecting the technological society we live in today. The aesthetics of continuity and the idea of metamorphosis (Manovich 2007) are shown in the video, with the continual transformation between the singers, the 3D animated figures and the amalgam faces. Moreover, while the video is a promotion for the song and the band, it is also a promotion of the HP TouchSmart, which can be clearly seen at the start and end and middle of the video. Product placement, as part of the concept of branded content (Spurgeon 2008), has been increasingly used in music videos, blending entertainment and advertising in hybrid commercial media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hybrid media can also mean the fusion of fonts, graphics and media that are originally made for different purposes or cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;The video of ‘Telephone’ brings a diverse range of elements including high-definition cinematography, comical fonts, surveillance camera images, transition graphics, Japanese styled gaming symbols and graphics and news images together into an intriguing short film. The hybridity of these seemingly contradictory elements creates extremely high entertainment values. Product placement is also seen in the video with goods and services including Virgin mobile, Diet Coke, HP computer, Plenty of Fish the online dating site Little Debbie, Polaroid camera, Miracle Whip, Wonder Bread and Heartbeats headphones (Betsy 2010, Christian 2010). Despite the purpose to ridicule the western consumerism and commoditisation of media (Betsy 2010) with such products, the appearance of the products creates significant awareness among mass consumers and at the same time gives Lady Gaga the icon-status (Christian 2010). Overall this video has created a ‘deep remixability’ (Manovich 2007) of music, fashion, film and undertones on the consumer and mass media culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;The making of film and TV opening sequences has also evolved with hybrid media. While there is no trend in showing product placement in film and TV opening sequences, they are essentially to ‘seduce, invite, prepare and inform’ (Coulthard 2010: 1) the audience to the films in increase box office earnings and adverting slots: their commercial values remain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/1f5ykkGJvMU" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1f5ykkGJvMU" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ5Irvc4Je8" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ5Irvc4Je8" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQyl0R-H1uY" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQyl0R-H1uY" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;All three Spider Man movies have used the same hybrid style in their opening sequences. The computer-generated spider webs and the New York skyscrapers that constitute the whole sequences act as the motifs for the story. The 3D title fonts are designed to be ‘stuck’ in the webs. It can also be seen that the production has evolved as the series progresses. In the second and third movies, paint and photography images of the characters respectively are embedded in the spider webs. They serve as identification of the actors as well as a reflection of the story development in the previous movies. At the same time these images the inclusion of certain graphics, such as the image of Green Goblin in sequence for the first movie and the black fluid in the third, imply the plots in the subsequent story and forms a ‘narrational suspension’ (Coulthard 2010). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNUL4L6ZyQM" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNUL4L6ZyQM" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;The trend is similar in the TV sector. In the Rush’s opening sequence, the 3D graphics of streetscapes continues to transform with the sequence of images of the characters and their action. Such architectural fusion suggests the setting and scope of the story. The speedy transformation and digital movements also imply the fast rhythm of this action drama and entice interested audience. As the increase of audience would bring up the ratings, the advertising revenue for the TV networks would also increase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;We have come to a whole new era of constant change with the availability of advanced digital technology. In order to keep their audience’s interest and hence revenue, commercial media, especially the short-duration media like advertisements, music videos and film and TV opening sequences, need to adapt to technology that is more engaging and entertaining. Hybrid media has been significant in doing so. Hybrid media blends entertainment and product promotion with different media and editing techniques and creates significant visual interest and recognition. It also shows us our world in a new way by ‘substituting all constants with variables’ (Manovich 2007:17). Nevertheless, the visual success of hybrid media is also dependent on the audio components. All the videos mentioned above come with engaging and theme-suggesting music and sound effects. They help to set tone and mood (Coulthard 2010) and tie up the different visual elements and enhance the aesthetics of continual transformation that hybrid media creates. The future will be more dynamic with the ever developing technology. Digital media production will need to continue to adapt to the constantly ‘rapid social, technological and cultural change’ (Manovich 2007:17). Perhaps that is the fundamental benefit of adapting hybrid media in digital production, since the nature of hybrid media is constant change and nothing stays static.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Betsy, 2010, ‘Consumerism – as we see through Lady Gaga’s cigarette glasses’ on The OnlineGrapeVine.Com http://www.theonlinegrapevine.com/betsey/03192010-consumerism-as-seen-through-lady-gagas-cigarette-glasses [updated on March 19, 2010]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas, 2009, ‘Boom Boom Pow’ video, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m48GqaOz90 [uploaded on June 16, 2009]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chanel commercial with Nicole Kidman, 2005, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTO4FHf8MBs [uploaded on December 22, 2005]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christian, A.J., 2010, ‘Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”: Product Placement and Corporate Anxiety’, available on http://blog.ajchristian.org/2010/03/15/counting-the-brands-product-placement-in-lady-gagas-telephone/ [updated on March 15, 2010]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coulthard, L., 2010, ‘Familiarity Breeds Desire: Seriality and the Televisual Title Sequence’, FlowTV, available on http://flowtv.org/2010/07/familiarity-breeds-desire/ [updated on July 2, 2010]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honda Civic Hybrid Commercial, 2006, available on YouTube, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V86wJWtP8Y [uploaded on July 10, 2006]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lady Gaga and Beyonce, 2010, ‘Telephone’ video, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;ob=av2n [uploaded on March 11, 2010]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manovich, L., 2007, ‘Understanding Hybrid Media’, available on http://www.manovich.net [accessed on July 6, 2009]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O’hara, M., 2008, ‘The Gruen Transfer’, ATOM study guide, available on http://www.metromagazine.com.au [accessed on February 12, 2010]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rush (Channel Ten) opening credits, 2008, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNUL4L6ZyQM [uploaded on September 6, 2008]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinclair, J., 2010, ‘Chapter 11 Advertising’ in Cunningham, S., The Media &amp;amp; Communications in Australia, 3rd Edition, ed., Turner, G., Allen &amp;amp; Unwin, Sydney, pp.189~206&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spider Man main titles, 2002, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1f5ykkGJvMU [uploaded on June 7, 2007]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spider Man 2 main titles, 2004, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ5Irvc4Je8&amp;amp;feature=related [uploaded on June 12, 2007]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spider Man 3 main titles, 2007, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQyl0R-H1uY&amp;amp;feature=related [uploaded July 26, 2008]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spurgeon, C., 2008, Chapter 2 ‘From the “Long Tail” to “Madison and Vine”’ in Advertising and New Media, Oxon: Routledge, pp. 25~45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stadler. J and McWilliam. K, 2009, Screen Media: Analysing Film and Television, Allen &amp;amp; Unwin, Sydney, p.xiv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Target ‘Dreaming Girl’ Commercial, 2009, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IVgo9WEUEc [uploaded on August 6, 2009]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toyota Prius ‘Harmony’ TV Commercial, 2010, available on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tq4nrmnqY9o [uploaded on May 11, 2009]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8435325916639329176?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8435325916639329176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-era-of-convergence-and-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8435325916639329176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8435325916639329176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-era-of-convergence-and-change.html' title='A new era of convergence and change: the hybrid future in digital media'/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7277974820845896162</id><published>2010-10-27T19:26:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:51:18.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How Typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holly Friedlander&lt;/span&gt; asks, what good comes from defining someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation is known as the most heavily medicated generation, not necessarily because we are the sickest generation, but because some people are no longer capable of dealing with those who show a degree of difference. Despite some saying we live in a much sadder world, this underlying need to categorise individuals is purely an attempt to control the inexplicable. Seven-year-old kids are being diagnosed with 'depression', while those that have an overly imaginative mind are recognised as having a 'learning difficulty'. Since when is it common practice to try and categorise those who show originality and zest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we label because we are too insecure not to. Those who continually stereotype are too scared to break out from the conformation of society, away from their strict adherence to a perceived image. This putting down of others to justify self, perpetuates uncertainty and fear: a constant, gnawing fear of self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we all too readily jump on the categorisation bandwagon, we also turn into labelling enthusiasts, eager to base a person's character on their job title, degree and relationship status. Successful businessman? Check. Masters in Accounting/Finance?Business? Check. Single? Why, what's wrong with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't just give the labels, we also let ourselves dictate people by the ones they've already earned. The great fault of this is that we become close-minded. Our senses shut down and accept only our projected image, putting up blockades to any other perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this might have no impact in the short term, in the long term, you might be missing out on something great. Perhaps if you look for a moment longer, under the surface you shall see the glimmer of gold shining through the silt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the most powerful thing someone can possess is the inability to be defined. It is not only refreshing, but opens up doors and will lead to a life of distinction and difference. The human character is an enigma - a mixture of personal experience, environmental influences, values, beliefs, perception and opinion, all hidden by a somewhat unrelated surface. Who's to say the outside always reflects the inside? Who's to say that the girl wearing Docs, all black clothing and has an assortment of facial piercings doesn't also read Jane Austen on the weekends and dreams of one day becoming a flight attendant? Or that the boy who spends every afternoon hidden at the public library isn't into 70's hip-hop and has an unhealthy taste for cheap wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wise friend once told me, "your perception is your reality". Thus, taking a moment to see the best in the people surrounding you should make for a much happier life. A life filled with creativity, diverse insight and differing opinions, delivered by people who have been given the chance they need to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those constantly dealing with people who are still learning to be open-minded - take it with a grain of salt. Yeah, those labellers might not know you very well, but hey, they sure as hell recognise that you've got something special. Embrace it because one day they'll realise that they missed out on something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;From THE SPIT PRESS Issue 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7277974820845896162?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7277974820845896162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-typical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7277974820845896162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7277974820845896162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-typical.html' title='How Typical'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1135036241378770116</id><published>2010-09-05T18:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:01:42.738+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Eyed Peas'/><title type='text'>Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbJNkH-pDd8?rel=0" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbJNkH-pDd8?rel=0" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tools4noobs.com/online_tools/youtube_xhtml/%3C/p"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1135036241378770116?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1135036241378770116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1135036241378770116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1135036241378770116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-lie.html' title='Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7269918684198891860</id><published>2010-09-03T21:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:42:12.326+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dream - Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/98WtmW-lfeE" style="height: 366px; width: 450px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98WtmW-lfeE"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think I'm pretty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without any makeup on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think I'm funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I tell the punchline wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you get me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I let my walls come down, down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you met me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was alright but things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were kinda heavy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You brought me to life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now every February &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be my valentine, valentine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go all the way tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No regrets, just love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can dance, until we die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I, we'll be young forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teenage dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's run away and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart stops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So take a chance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove to Cali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And got drunk on the beach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got a motel and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Built a fort out of sheets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My missing puzzle piece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm complete &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go all the way tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No regrets, just love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can dance, until we die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I, we'll be young forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teenage dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's run away and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart stops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So take a chance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'mma get your heart racing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let you put your hands on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight (tonight X6) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yoooouuu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teenage dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's run away and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noooooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart stops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you look at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So (ohhhh) take a chance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'mma get your heart racing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let you put your hands on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight (tonight X6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7269918684198891860?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7269918684198891860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/09/teenage-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7269918684198891860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7269918684198891860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/09/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream - Katy Perry'/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-9133327291332768208</id><published>2010-07-01T22:57:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:10:26.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Life of sameness&lt;br /&gt;Human beings such creature of habits and routines&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder for a change?&lt;br /&gt;Here is another half year&lt;br /&gt;I liked how I finished my first financial half year with Get Him To The Greek and a glass of amber ale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is good to have someone to come home to at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Watching Glee finale just then changed my whole mood and the whole plan of writing this blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should have HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still got to put up my quote of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love makes us strong and weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When can we ever learn to fight these chemical reactions in our brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Or rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why fight them but just accept the way it is and embrace the nature you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Turn weaknesses into strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Turning 20 in 30 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Time flies and what can I say but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know you are turning old when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="MARGIN-TOP: 0cm" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You realise you are remembering less or you may not realise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You feel colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You want either more sex or less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You hate the sight of teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You simply feel old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why do I love being drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It allows me to be loosened and eased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To forget the flowing of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*intimacy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But we all want to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Who would want to relive the old times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They were good and fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Growing up was hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Humans are creatures of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of re-creating moments that stimulate those chemical reactions that excite our brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet the existence of time only allows us to move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To perish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Promise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No more ranting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No more sighing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No more complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Positivity rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Crying is allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It releases emotions and there is nothing negative about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Go with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Go with nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Embrace the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love your differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To youse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-9133327291332768208?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/9133327291332768208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/9133327291332768208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/9133327291332768208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-1.html' title='July 1'/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2359351649516653163</id><published>2010-06-21T21:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:18:12.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that exams have finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To kick off my plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must first have a beer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2359351649516653163?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2359351649516653163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-that-exams-have-finished-to-kick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2359351649516653163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2359351649516653163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-that-exams-have-finished-to-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7705614484678156787</id><published>2010-06-08T23:30:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:59:50.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Biggest Dreamer EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm an entrepreneur, a town planner, a media producer, a graphic designer, a publisher, an environmentalist, a geographer, a trader, an event planner, an educator, an artist, a creative director and a man of vision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And not just a talker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't believe tonight's Spanish architecture exhition gave me so much inspiration and determination&lt;br /&gt;Since I am annoucing it here and now&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Please anticipate and do spank me (yes spank) ensuring I am realising what I am saying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;So far I have had NINE business ideas/projects in mind and in the process of being written down&lt;br /&gt;I can't reveal their names yet as many of them are far from being registered for the moment&lt;br /&gt;One clue is that their names all start with the letter 'S'&lt;br /&gt;Under one big 'S' empire&lt;br /&gt;Two of them being 'Shestival' and 'Streamline Coaching' as you may already know&lt;br /&gt;And another, of course, is STUDY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you might be able to figure out the rest from my self descriptions above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't avoid the fact that I am still a student and freshman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, as I may have said previously, so far in 2010, I have had everything (there might be more) I want to do in life figured out&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do now is ACTION! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm still the Biggest Dreamer EVER having made such a blog post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. And don't think I am drunk at the moment. I am not. I did drink. And I did think I wasn't drunk enough when I came back home tonight. So I decided to run 4 kilometres to 'activate' the remaining alcohol in my body to make myself feel more drunk. But nothing really happened. Here I am! Not Drunk! Talking about DREAMS! Definitely not 'ses jims'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7705614484678156787?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7705614484678156787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-biggest-dreamer-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7705614484678156787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7705614484678156787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-biggest-dreamer-ever.html' title='I&apos;m the Biggest Dreamer EVER!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-949181390143285553</id><published>2010-06-06T17:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:33:15.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You don't learn by studying. Real knowledge and skills come from work and life. Studying allows you to gain pieces of paper called certificates or degrees from pieces of paper called exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-949181390143285553?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/949181390143285553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-learn-by-studying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/949181390143285553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/949181390143285553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-learn-by-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan Xiaofeng Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815020562511994500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hHsSC1CrFw/TE2BFI_0ttI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bzce3t9KbwY/S220/Nathan+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-127711750302474611</id><published>2010-05-22T15:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:02:51.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a state of unrestless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         unease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;unfulfilment         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;discomfort                              &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                          dread and dreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                I can't work and be productive at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Therefore I can't stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-127711750302474611?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/127711750302474611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/05/state-of-unrestless-unease-unfulfilment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/127711750302474611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/127711750302474611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/05/state-of-unrestless-unease-unfulfilment.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8895691471946965000</id><published>2010-04-11T09:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:26:40.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenopolis'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask what the world needs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Howard Thurman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8895691471946965000?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8895691471946965000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-ask-what-world-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8895691471946965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8895691471946965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-ask-what-world-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2401715836340643167</id><published>2010-03-26T21:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:28:07.643+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Humour'/><title type='text'>Daily Humour 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S6yLjQU6gKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iLlb6eNh5Z8/s1600/homeless+in+asia+have+style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452886686633197730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S6yLjQU6gKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iLlb6eNh5Z8/s400/homeless+in+asia+have+style.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homeless in Asia have style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Daily Humour @ Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2401715836340643167?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2401715836340643167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2401715836340643167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2401715836340643167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-4.html' title='Daily Humour 4'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S6yLjQU6gKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iLlb6eNh5Z8/s72-c/homeless+in+asia+have+style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6940697528359579166</id><published>2010-03-17T00:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:40:53.475+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Humour'/><title type='text'>Daily Humour 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5-JySOA_1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qnq_-glS5VI/s1600-h/lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449225571118677842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5-JySOA_1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qnq_-glS5VI/s400/lamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Daily Humour @ Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Humour heals, while telling relieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your mouth and speak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or type or write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just COMMUNICATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel good right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very good indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6940697528359579166?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6940697528359579166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6940697528359579166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6940697528359579166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-3.html' title='Daily Humour 3'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5-JySOA_1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/qnq_-glS5VI/s72-c/lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2661438624478878688</id><published>2010-03-15T21:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:30:52.857+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Humour'/><title type='text'>Daily Humour 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S54MNDgagVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IGYIbEVI0vU/s1600-h/tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448806017583972690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S54MNDgagVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IGYIbEVI0vU/s400/tools.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Daily Humour @ Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2661438624478878688?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2661438624478878688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2661438624478878688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2661438624478878688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-2.html' title='Daily Humour 2'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S54MNDgagVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IGYIbEVI0vU/s72-c/tools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-281481071579307363</id><published>2010-03-14T11:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:11:18.571+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Humour'/><title type='text'>Daily Humour 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5wpXBqgrcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AE1D_wvJMLo/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448275124771925442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5wpXBqgrcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AE1D_wvJMLo/s400/cow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5wpWhZEzDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sakwmq5nX4c/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448275116108860466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5wpWhZEzDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sakwmq5nX4c/s400/pig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Daily Humour @ Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-281481071579307363?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/281481071579307363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/281481071579307363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/281481071579307363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/daily-humour-1.html' title='Daily Humour 1'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S5wpXBqgrcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AE1D_wvJMLo/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7297770019108753765</id><published>2010-03-11T20:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:57:29.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Me to Death</title><content type='html'>Never thought I would come back to blog in this context&lt;br /&gt;Enough shocks I can ever take today&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that when you pick up money from the ground you pick up the bad luck from that person who has lost the money there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have always picked up the money. With no exception yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to come to believe more in the 'Law of Attraction'&lt;br /&gt;How your mind can do you great goods and bads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to see someone somewhere and she did appear in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Walking past the field where people were playing soccer I did somehow 'attract' the soccer ball towards me&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-nine point four had always been the number I kept thinking before it turned real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of probability&lt;br /&gt;But your mind can always make the particular percentage possible and land on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I believed my intuition this morning&lt;br /&gt;The day would not have turned out with so many shocks perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are accumulated I also believe&lt;br /&gt;Just like the clouds yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where my destinations are&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have to fuel to get there at the moment&lt;br /&gt;How long have I not been this neurotic, passive and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Life is destined to re-live itself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am meant to go back to be by myself&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to say 'I am destined to'&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that we can change our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps that is no such thing as destiny at all&lt;br /&gt;One's path is the consequence of his or her action in the past&lt;br /&gt;Accumulation again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-HSC holidays had been too good hadn't it?&lt;br /&gt;All that have been thrown at us right now are just way too heavy&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I have taken up too many burdens on myself&lt;br /&gt;I need to be by myself to be focused&lt;br /&gt;I also want someone to be by my side that I can achieve my goals with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough today&lt;br /&gt;I had enough these three weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock me to death&lt;br /&gt;And shock me alive tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Life shall restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I want to be a radio shock jock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7297770019108753765?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7297770019108753765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/shock-me-to-death.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7297770019108753765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7297770019108753765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/03/shock-me-to-death.html' title='Shock Me to Death'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1613871240381762095</id><published>2010-01-16T18:53:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:37:05.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S1Fw36lvesI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-rQ7rDI2sgU/s1600-h/Card+Cover+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S1Fw36lvesI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-rQ7rDI2sgU/s400/Card+Cover+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427243131880831682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S1Fw3b1aqZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sz-dXqnJINs/s1600-h/Card+Back+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S1Fw3b1aqZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sz-dXqnJINs/s400/Card+Back+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427243123625077138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shestival.com.au/"&gt;http://www.shestival.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1613871240381762095?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1613871240381762095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/01/launch_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1613871240381762095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1613871240381762095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2010/01/launch_16.html' title='Launch'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/S1Fw36lvesI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-rQ7rDI2sgU/s72-c/Card+Cover+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8314350298025229385</id><published>2009-12-01T23:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:40:16.507+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Summer</title><content type='html'>December the first&lt;br /&gt;Starting another summer&lt;br /&gt;Always up for something on this day&lt;br /&gt;Last year I started this blog&lt;br /&gt;This year I shall start all my great plans&lt;br /&gt;Yes summer summer how wonderful&lt;br /&gt;I should always start something new on December the first every year from now on&lt;br /&gt;I will talk about my great great plans later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;NaNa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I really feel like a different person right now because of the trip I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8314350298025229385?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8314350298025229385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-summer.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8314350298025229385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8314350298025229385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-summer.html' title='Another Summer'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8298232896222620917</id><published>2009-11-22T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:06:26.445+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day! New Lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcZSBqx3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/bxUg7wZxgiM/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcZSBqx3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/bxUg7wZxgiM/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406532204575246194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time and all we have been through&lt;br /&gt;I am word-less&lt;br /&gt;I can't come up with any discription or anything&lt;br /&gt;November 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;After Formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcZBGnUJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8crcnYOMpTQ/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcZBGnUJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8crcnYOMpTQ/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406532200032587922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to finish our high school life&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;What has HSC meant to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcY4N0h_I/AAAAAAAAAho/RQrWExWjyyg/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcY4N0h_I/AAAAAAAAAho/RQrWExWjyyg/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406532197646895090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the middle of Harbour Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIritKcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iCNTipnhsZQ/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIritKcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iCNTipnhsZQ/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531919366924738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIZscEhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zxewn9yQieo/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIZscEhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zxewn9yQieo/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531914575909394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIJFq9gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pfsBM0SDOWE/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcIJFq9gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pfsBM0SDOWE/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531910118340098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcH67-7RI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DrKObS5TiFc/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcH67-7RI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DrKObS5TiFc/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531906319609106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbtN1OHiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5knnSdgM1Ug/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbtN1OHiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5knnSdgM1Ug/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531447535050274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Swfbs8zf8hI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hLAvnvkrTcM/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Swfbs8zf8hI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hLAvnvkrTcM/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531442964427282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Swfbsjpb_JI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JOofptl_yXQ/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Swfbsjpb_JI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JOofptl_yXQ/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531436211338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbsWJDxZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BITiwO_SPtY/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbsWJDxZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BITiwO_SPtY/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531432585872786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbsJYoo8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/mvUHhMR38wY/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfbsJYoo8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/mvUHhMR38wY/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406531429161542594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream as I did!&lt;br /&gt;For so many reasons!&lt;br /&gt;For joy. For loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone&lt;br /&gt;There are things we have to let go&lt;br /&gt;The world is always changing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will all remember&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we are&lt;br /&gt;the sunrise we see as each day begins&lt;br /&gt;is just the same as the one we watched that day&lt;br /&gt;despite we were standing at different places&lt;br /&gt;On the bridge, Under the bridge, In the hostel, Opposite to Opera House&lt;br /&gt;We were connected watching the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And we will be&lt;br /&gt;just like how the sunrise will occur everyday constantly&lt;br /&gt;For another new day&lt;br /&gt;For thousands of new lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another new day&lt;br /&gt;New lives for one of us, also for all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8298232896222620917?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8298232896222620917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-lives.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8298232896222620917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8298232896222620917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-lives.html' title='New Day! New Lives!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SwfcZSBqx3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/bxUg7wZxgiM/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5774658093501164578</id><published>2009-11-03T10:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:32:40.365+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><title type='text'>Geography Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Su9r4mJRWUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_zC1ZicvmTM/s1600-h/03112009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Su9r4mJRWUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_zC1ZicvmTM/s400/03112009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399653098296793410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 12, 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5774658093501164578?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5774658093501164578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/geography-dedication.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5774658093501164578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5774658093501164578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/geography-dedication.html' title='Geography Dedication'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Su9r4mJRWUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_zC1ZicvmTM/s72-c/03112009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7949830319818665845</id><published>2009-11-03T01:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:05:43.650+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man Cry'/><title type='text'>Man Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is a man. And he is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling down. At least that is what it seems to be doing. The sun must have burnt the beautiful blue sky down to ashes, he thinks. Lifeless white, stacked with tonnes and tonnes of smoke, it is going to crash down to suffocate everyone to death. He throws himself into the car, away from the heat, the damp, the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears drumming from behind the thick clouds, vibrating the air, pounding his heart. The hit brings up what he has been trying to avoid thinking. At this moment, someone is in his place, doing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light flashes swiftly, followed by a harder hit of drumming. The success he has built and enjoyed is all gone now. Just like that flash of light. He feels something heavy suppressing his chest. Damn it! The hot air outside must have sneaked through the car somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taste of sourness comes up with the pressure in his chest. Tiny drops of water land on the windscreen. He hears people clapping and cheering. And it is becoming more intensive, more frequent, and more like, right next to him outside the car. Nah, you silly man. It is just the rain. But people should be clapping and cheering right now, as he has been told everything will be fine, and better, without him. The windscreen starts blurring covered by a fast-flowing waterfall. And the sourness has just accumulated and he feels overwhelmed by it. He can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure moves upwards his chest. He sniffs. His eyes feel wet welled up with some sort of warm liquid. Why? How could he have made such a mistake? Tears run down his cheeks. Onto his lips, salty, but all he can taste is bitterness. No. It wasn't a mistake. It was how he came to success with. It was something he has been proud of and boosted his confidence with. Why have people turned against that and against him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is getting harder. And he is crying harder. The pressure is choking his neck now. He sniffs harder. His breathe goes heavier and he widens his mouth to grab in more oxygen. He can hear himself moaning, which hasn't happened in his adulthood. He can also hear the rain, the thundering, people clapping, cheering, his manager shouting, his wife scolding, his workmates gossiping. All these noises are messed up with blurry yet clear images of people's distancing figures, disapproved faces, disappointed eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to hear anything and see anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants silence and blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the end of his life anyways. It is going to be emptiness for him no matter what he tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts the engine abruptly. He drives the car away with the massive storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! He shouts at himself. FUCK! You fucking idiot Lyle Zanderman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7949830319818665845?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7949830319818665845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7949830319818665845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7949830319818665845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-cry.html' title='Man Cry'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7678318309246301817</id><published>2009-10-28T15:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:25:46.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Communists - June 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SufHb-vpojI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4PQRZjjR_gU/s1600-h/1971450736882251242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SufHb-vpojI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4PQRZjjR_gU/s400/1971450736882251242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397501961940083250" 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/6246313081522023016-7678318309246301817?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7678318309246301817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-communists-june-2006.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7678318309246301817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7678318309246301817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-communists-june-2006.html' title='The Old Communists - June 2006'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SufHb-vpojI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4PQRZjjR_gU/s72-c/1971450736882251242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2242025395204314788</id><published>2009-10-21T21:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:26:56.386+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how I would think my exam finished at 11:30&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how at 10:55 I realised my exam would finish in 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the result would turn out with my rush to my conclusion of my essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should care about it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just want to get all my exams done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2242025395204314788?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2242025395204314788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-how-i-would-think-my-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2242025395204314788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2242025395204314788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-how-i-would-think-my-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5141359090455261966</id><published>2009-10-15T21:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:32:04.867+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew: 'If I could survive the trials, I could survive the HSC.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We survived the trials, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5141359090455261966?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5141359090455261966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/andrew-if-i-could-survive-trials-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5141359090455261966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5141359090455261966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/10/andrew-if-i-could-survive-trials-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1970292828843062757</id><published>2009-09-19T21:22:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:33:38.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Unidentified?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Chineseness then, at that time, to me was an imposed identity, one that I desperately wanted to get rid of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Ien Ang person says&lt;br /&gt;I actually quoted this from my trial English as a Second Language Paper I Text I&lt;br /&gt;i.e. an excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Self-Identification and Belonging: where and what is home - country or culture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way for your information I googled about Ien Ang who actually is a female&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ien Ang (born 1954) is Professor of Cultural Studies at the Centre for Cultural Research at the University of Western Sydney (UWS), Australia, where she was the founding director and is currently an ARC Professorial Fellow. She is also a Fellow of the Australian Academy of the Humanities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ang didn't write the text but was only quoted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The writer was Dana Lujoki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Serbian girl born in Sydney but brought up totally in Serbian culture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She travelled to Serbia and realised that after all her life immersed in Serbian culture she failed to make a connection to her Serbian identity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few extracts from the text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Even though I was born and raised in Sydney I had been brought up and immersed in Serbian culture and tradition. Serbian was the first language I spoke, and it wasn't until I started school at age 5 that I learned to speak English. My parents socialised with the local Serbian community and all of my friends outside school were Serbian. We all went to Serbian language school together on Sundays after church, and enjoyed many years of Serbian folkloric dancing practice and performances. It was almost like we were living in a matric - an alternative reality super-imposed over Sydney. I always felt as if we were living in a Serbian village that had transported itself halfway across the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... For the first time I realised that indeed we had been living in a Matrix of sorts in Sydney. Everything looked like Serbia, tasted like Serbia and counded like Serbia - only it wasn't. This alternative reality that had been created for us by our family was a virtual reality and that wasn't apparent until I got to the real thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gained a greater understadning of why in my later teen years I rebelled and wanted to disassociate myself from my Serbian-ness. After so many years being immersed in it, it had become to me a forced identity, a uniform that had been put onto me without my understanding of what this uniform really meant or why I was wearing it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This identity issue thing fascinates me as it affects me, people around me and the all multicultural societies like Australia in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do we define ourselves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we define who we are according to the society we live in?&lt;br /&gt;Do we inherit who we are from our parents because they think they should define who we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if how our parents define who we are does not agree with how our society defines who we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which should we follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society?&lt;br /&gt;Parents?&lt;br /&gt;Or ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendants of immigrants&lt;br /&gt;Speak two languages&lt;br /&gt;Adapt to two cultures&lt;br /&gt;Have two faces&lt;br /&gt;Live two lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissociative Identity Disorder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to be imposed on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we all should have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society and parents should just provide choices they think appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is us who decide which choice to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1970292828843062757?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1970292828843062757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/identity-unidentified.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1970292828843062757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1970292828843062757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/identity-unidentified.html' title='Identity Unidentified?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8400712212300997220</id><published>2009-09-18T20:38:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:42:52.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chineseness then, at that time, to me was an imposed identity, one that I desperately wanted to get rid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;——Ien Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8400712212300997220?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6146105798793495115</id><published>2009-09-15T18:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:30:03.368+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAMAX'/><title type='text'>XAMAX - #1 Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;XAMAX&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are a brand new private tutor college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dedicated to maximise your Higher School Certificate exam outcomes as our brand name 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#1 Welcome!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8386264862998164099</id><published>2009-09-06T16:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:39:22.485+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>Lone Trip - Sept 16, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYXQDuMnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PIqyInYAYIY/s1600-h/06092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378239536481317490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYXQDuMnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PIqyInYAYIY/s320/06092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYXCEleLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mnfv4ClGYtg/s1600-h/06092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378239532726843570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYXCEleLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mnfv4ClGYtg/s320/06092009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYWmV33nI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vXY1AY8Mzfg/s1600-h/06092009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378239525283159666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYWmV33nI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vXY1AY8Mzfg/s320/06092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring, sunshine, sea, carefreeness, and the North Shore &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/6246313081522023016-8386264862998164099?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8386264862998164099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-trip-sept-16-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8386264862998164099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8386264862998164099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-trip-sept-16-2009.html' title='Lone Trip - Sept 16, 2009'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SqNYXQDuMnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PIqyInYAYIY/s72-c/06092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-3044843575727541560</id><published>2009-09-04T23:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:14:16.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Criteria</title><content type='html'>How do we determine whether a person is successful or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we say a person who doesn't get good results at school who doesn't get a job who doesn't make big money who doesn't own good cars and houses is not successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because we evaluate successfulness following the a certain set of criteria&lt;br /&gt;That our parents impose on us&lt;br /&gt;That they inherit from their parents&lt;br /&gt;That society influences and expects us to follow&lt;br /&gt;That everyone does follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why just follow and be as miserable as everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not create our own criteria and terms of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not we define success and take the lead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-3044843575727541560?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/3044843575727541560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/criteria.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3044843575727541560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3044843575727541560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/09/criteria.html' title='Criteria'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5524206776206823027</id><published>2009-08-29T22:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:31:54.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LET GO!</title><content type='html'>'I'm ready to let go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If something is not meant to be yours, it will never be yours.'&lt;br /&gt;'Let go my "face".'&lt;br /&gt;'Let go that perfectionist in you.'&lt;br /&gt;'I want it because I've never had it.'&lt;br /&gt;'Or you had it once, and you want that pleasure of the old time again.'&lt;br /&gt;'Do I?'&lt;br /&gt;'You're just pursuing the past.'&lt;br /&gt;'Indeed.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's against Nature.'&lt;br /&gt;'I'll just accept whatever that comes.'&lt;br /&gt;'All that you've been fighting for, you'll never have.'&lt;br /&gt;'I'll accept that failure, that loss.'&lt;br /&gt;'Let it go. You never know what's gonna happen in the future. God has his plan.'&lt;br /&gt;'I don't believe in God.'&lt;br /&gt;'You don't?'&lt;br /&gt;'I've only believed in myself ever.'&lt;br /&gt;'That's why you struggle and sin.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sin?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. Sin. Remember? It's against Nature.'&lt;br /&gt;'But it's my nature. I can't help.'&lt;br /&gt;'That's not how the world works.'&lt;br /&gt;'I know. I just can't stop myself from it.'&lt;br /&gt;'Let it go. Desperation doesn't get you anywhere.'&lt;br /&gt;'I need to quiet myself down. I need a place to hide myself. A corner. A cave. Where no one sees and finds me.'&lt;br /&gt;'If that helps. You may refine your direction. I suggest you to travel.'&lt;br /&gt;'Should I?'&lt;br /&gt;'Get on a train tomorrow. Take yourself to a new place. Come back with a new mind.'&lt;br /&gt;'Why should I still come back? Why not just get gone forever?'&lt;br /&gt;'Because you have your life here. To let go doesn't mean to give up.'&lt;br /&gt;'How do you mean?'&lt;br /&gt;'You are still to live on this life. But in a more spontaneous manner. Appreciate what you can. Accept what you cannot.'&lt;br /&gt;'Can I?'&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever the results are, you've done your greatest. You've won a lot.'&lt;br /&gt;'Indeed. I've been happy and content somehow.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. All that happiness you've had. You may have to part with that for a while. But I'm sure it will be back, if it's meant to be yours.'&lt;br /&gt;'After all I think I'm after that happiness more than success. But it's sure good to haave both.'&lt;br /&gt;'Happiness is success. You are successful, you are gaining in a different way.'&lt;br /&gt;'I should agree.'&lt;br /&gt;'Let it go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Am I really ready to let go?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5524206776206823027?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5524206776206823027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5524206776206823027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5524206776206823027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-go.html' title='LET GO!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5054916471147217248</id><published>2009-08-27T19:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:30:24.595+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SpZQa5gAKxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2BsCKB3nNpw/s1600-h/9285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374571628355136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SpZQa5gAKxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2BsCKB3nNpw/s400/9285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Analyse the visual language of the image to interpret Nathan Li's emotional state on August 27, 2009. You must refer to the case studies of trial exams and sudoku. (20 marks) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5054916471147217248?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5054916471147217248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/extended-response.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5054916471147217248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5054916471147217248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/extended-response.html' title='Extended Response'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SpZQa5gAKxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2BsCKB3nNpw/s72-c/9285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-410717851831724004</id><published>2009-08-16T18:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:30:19.734+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Gao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Ma'/><category 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SofCkoXAXUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YRN3s524-XA/s400/i2.jpg" 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/6246313081522023016-410717851831724004?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/410717851831724004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-15-2009-memorial.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/410717851831724004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/410717851831724004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-15-2009-memorial.html' title='August 15, 2009 - MEMORIAL!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SofCkoXAXUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YRN3s524-XA/s72-c/i2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6768269904448684880</id><published>2009-08-09T18:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:47:57.728+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Existence</title><content type='html'>Why do humans exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why does time exist?&lt;br /&gt;What is the past, present and the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finished the assessments loosened me so much&lt;br /&gt;I even got my long lost sexual desire back up seriously man&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel that I lost my objective to study this weekend&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later will be the trials&lt;br /&gt;Yes I still know my ultimate objective is the trials and the HSC&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my hard work through till the end&lt;br /&gt;But before that&lt;br /&gt;Before the new week begins&lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue on mucking for a bit&lt;br /&gt;Looking at people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;People from the place I came from&lt;br /&gt;People whom I grew up with&lt;br /&gt;People whom I might have become like&lt;br /&gt;I reckon many of these people are working now&lt;br /&gt;On their start of running the rat race for the life&lt;br /&gt;Should I comment on that or not&lt;br /&gt;At least they are doing something while I still go to school&lt;br /&gt;Well eduction of life I should call that&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am not in their circle any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite we were in the same class&lt;br /&gt;And befriended for a while or two&lt;br /&gt;I have never been part of them&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I had a second class I went to&lt;br /&gt;A second circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;A second education we enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;That was the art class I had been going to for 10 years around that I guess&lt;br /&gt;Even that wasn't the major life I lived for and I didn't take it seriously either&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I liked it&lt;br /&gt;And was and am proud of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am having another life&lt;br /&gt;In another dimension of the world&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I have completely been out of that world I came from&lt;br /&gt;A world I never longed for and was attached to&lt;br /&gt;People may think I am a pretentious jerk or whatever they call&lt;br /&gt;They would hate me despise me for my disloyal neglect of my origin&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been chasing for&lt;br /&gt;A new world&lt;br /&gt;A new place&lt;br /&gt;A new dimension&lt;br /&gt;And I would never want to be back because of any of my remaining relations with the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about here&lt;br /&gt;I have  been out of my original topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is fragmented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I should continue on this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not finished with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;Despite we came from the same place&lt;br /&gt;We are now in different worlds living different lives achieving different goals of our own&lt;br /&gt;But I do appreciate that I have lived in two different worlds that defined everything I am and all the ideas I have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am different&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;Whichever world I live in&lt;br /&gt;I am always different&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am always in my own world&lt;br /&gt;A world that I want to materialise and bring to existence&lt;br /&gt;I want changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this post I have seen three of Paul McCartan's emails coming into my mailbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why question it?&lt;br /&gt;Since we do&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of it&lt;br /&gt;Because this existence will one day diminish&lt;br /&gt;I like my blogging always would come to an optimistic conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a world in my mind I want to bring to real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that&lt;br /&gt;I need to conquer the old world humans have built for however long they have existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of which is the HSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Nathan Li, Xiaofeng Li, 李晓峰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6768269904448684880?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6768269904448684880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/existence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6768269904448684880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6768269904448684880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/08/existence.html' title='Existence'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1725355839729176417</id><published>2009-07-22T17:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:27:33.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having gone through the Internet, TV shows, radio, books, in short THE MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say and to express&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to put it in words&lt;br /&gt;just YET&lt;br /&gt;I want you to experience and appreciate the following twenty lines of blankness with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yet blank twenty years of future that we are going to add content and colour to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1725355839729176417?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1725355839729176417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-gone-through-internet-tv-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1725355839729176417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1725355839729176417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-gone-through-internet-tv-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-828683475198179619</id><published>2009-07-14T20:38:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:48:55.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>Too busy holidaying&lt;br /&gt;Too busy studying&lt;br /&gt;Too busy doing assessment tasks&lt;br /&gt;Too busy going to the library&lt;br /&gt;Too busy reading comics&lt;br /&gt;Too busy walking&lt;br /&gt;Too busy watching MyBrute&lt;br /&gt;Too busy watching MasterChef&lt;br /&gt;Too busy Youtubing&lt;br /&gt;Too busy waiting for Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Too busy sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Too busy watching Pokemon in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Too busy everything...&lt;br /&gt;Therefore&lt;br /&gt;Too busy for blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do want to do the self-mocking piece though&lt;br /&gt;But I know we are all too busy doing our every other thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-828683475198179619?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/828683475198179619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/828683475198179619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/828683475198179619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6287401314846058707</id><published>2009-07-06T17:52:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:47:12.084+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>July 1, 2009 - What Happened in the City Stays in the City</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go to school for the rest of the term any more&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep and lie in my bed a whole day and not do anything &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tomorrow we can wear our jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday the last of school I have an English assessment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I do have to go to school until this term finishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's flashback a bit and have a play in structure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday we had our last Geography excursion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very anticipated and going to take more photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do you expect to take photos of at a Geography seminar stuffed with big-arrogant-white-private-school-rugby-team-type-with-Mr.Usher-look-alike-coach-teacher-etc-etc-etc in a I-don't-know-what-it's-called room steaming and stinking for what-the-hell four hours?! (More than that including the breaks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say the information is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow I was quite excited feeling that I can't wait to do the Geography exam with all this information&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No that wasn't wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not prepared at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the seminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way the seminar was at St Andrew's at Town Hall and as you know we always catch 506 from school there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355257459287724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SlGySS2bEJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e_jJ5qKwXA0/s320/IMG_9356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this look like one of those castle where vampires live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially the English ones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355257464434684754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SlGySmBjc1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/b3hbzbH5RjA/s320/IMG_9359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here's the vampire&lt;br /&gt;With his Chinese victim HAHA&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Hiro from Heroes&lt;br /&gt;That guy asked us something like when we were going to have our school holidays WTF&lt;br /&gt;And as you can imagine the vampire got agitated by his Chinglish and sucked up his blood to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355257468185169026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SlGySz_vTII/AAAAAAAAAY4/zuIW4CEoI48/s320/IMG_9357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW this guy is so manly powerful! Look at his urine! With the sculture raping the minotaur there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our way to Dymocks since Borders was shut down renovating&lt;br /&gt;On the street&lt;br /&gt;A guy out of nowhere from behind pushed me aside&lt;br /&gt;'Get the fuck out of the way!'&lt;br /&gt;'......'&lt;br /&gt;'Get the FUCK OUT OF THE WAY! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?'&lt;br /&gt;'I am scared...' I said quietly&lt;br /&gt;He came back 'DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND I said GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!! DO I FUCKING DESERVE THIS TODAY HUH DO I FUCKING DESERVE THIS?!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;And he was like going go up to Andrew Andrew's like WOO HOO calm down mate&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the guy said something else&lt;br /&gt;But in that situation who could remember exactly what happened&lt;br /&gt;And then the guy stormed off turned in a corner and we could just hear him bashing things&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was looking of course&lt;br /&gt;We turned into a building immediately which leads to back to the pedestrian area where Borders is&lt;br /&gt;With Dymocks virtually 50 metres in front of us&lt;br /&gt;But who knows what would have happened if we kept going the same way as that guy did&lt;br /&gt;YOU TWO HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM? WHY YOU FUCKING FOLLOWING ME? DO YOU WANT A FUCKING FIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;You know... anything could happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was such an experience of getting shouted randomly for having done absolutely nothing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously suburban life is good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Australian dream exists for a reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city you can just bump into these ramdom crazy people&lt;br /&gt;I reckoned he just got fired&lt;br /&gt;Andrew thought he was on drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to continue onto what happened the days after till today&lt;br /&gt;But I just got an idea of mocking myself&lt;br /&gt;YES I am going to satirise myself!&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCKING EGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6287401314846058707?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6287401314846058707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-want-to-go-to-school-for-rest-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6287401314846058707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6287401314846058707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-want-to-go-to-school-for-rest-of.html' title='July 1, 2009 - What Happened in the City Stays in the City'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SlGySS2bEJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e_jJ5qKwXA0/s72-c/IMG_9356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-238718940984813432</id><published>2009-06-26T17:00:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:06:12.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk the Talk</title><content type='html'>I have no desire for writing and blogging whatsoever at all&lt;br /&gt;But I just want it to have some update&lt;br /&gt;I feel blank&lt;br /&gt;Despite I have got all these ideas which I can materialise&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the drive to do so&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Now at this moment I remember I was going to blog about this a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;Titled 'Experience' or the sort&lt;br /&gt;I was going to start like this&lt;br /&gt;'It's only when you have experienced&lt;br /&gt;then you know what you really want and how you are going to get there'&lt;br /&gt;That was triggered by my first day of work experience at Nationwide News (which produces The Daily Telegraph, mX, The Australian and such)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;City is filthy&lt;br /&gt;People are ignornant&lt;br /&gt;Work is unchallenging&lt;br /&gt;Life is repetitive&lt;br /&gt;All is unexciting&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;That was what I experienced this Monday&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT want these to be the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;I want challenge&lt;br /&gt;I want new things&lt;br /&gt;I want unknown everyday that I can strive my ass for&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I liked the city life&lt;br /&gt;Yet after nearly three years of living in the suburban&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the crowdedness of the city anymore&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Three days of work experience&lt;br /&gt;We generally walked around getting introduced to different people talking with them asking about their jobs&lt;br /&gt;It was good getting to know what people actually do in the real world&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that was sort of establishing contacts&lt;br /&gt;Many people got their jobs through friends&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper advertisements always make things so much harder requiring mountains of qualification and experiences&lt;br /&gt;Things have to have a start in the first place hey&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;At the moment my thoughts are all over the place&lt;br /&gt;that I couldn't organise anything well to be written down&lt;br /&gt;Work experience&lt;br /&gt;Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Assessments&lt;br /&gt;Supress&lt;br /&gt;Businesses&lt;br /&gt;World&lt;br /&gt;Fashion show today&lt;br /&gt;And yet the most Blankness&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well to make things more interesting&lt;br /&gt;Let me post a few photos of Eurasian girls (hope Andrew will enjoy)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8Wit6nRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/M3GxhqNgx_0/s1600-h/23623_200705031634264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351538983941348626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8Wit6nRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/M3GxhqNgx_0/s320/23623_200705031634264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WVDyKTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZSkWyrZzJb0/s1600-h/8135_200711031642281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351538980274972978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WVDyKTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZSkWyrZzJb0/s320/8135_200711031642281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WIECx4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/VzwRdPMv1zU/s1600-h/lisa+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351538976786401154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WIECx4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/VzwRdPMv1zU/s320/lisa+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8W_sQO7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/bidq6KhMx80/s1600-h/8135_200902031627031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351538991719005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8W_sQO7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/bidq6KhMx80/s320/8135_200902031627031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WtjKzVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8ha1gXdc1lA/s1600-h/23623_200804121519391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351538986849062226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8WtjKzVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8ha1gXdc1lA/s320/23623_200804121519391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like their duality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the concept of DUAL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even dual identity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans are always capable of much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These girls are models based in Hong Kong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Lisa S being a VJ and host for Channel V as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to be a host if my English is way better and more 'original'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I think I can talk with an elevated tone and not be as rigid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I call this Talk the Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think I have been very conversational in this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need motivation and inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need things that can cheer us up to chase our goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those usually come from the talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk we have with people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never gonna be written down submitted to SMH anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet yes always in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The man who jumped off the building in the middle of Manhattan should have a second coming back to life) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-238718940984813432?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/238718940984813432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-talk.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/238718940984813432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/238718940984813432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-talk.html' title='Talk the Talk'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SkR8Wit6nRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/M3GxhqNgx_0/s72-c/23623_200705031634264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-581580773255346359</id><published>2009-06-12T19:42:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:33:07.062+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson-James Fleming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part V/Final Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally come to the finish of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took me a month to upload all the photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well because I can bother doing it on fridays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I didn't take many photos during the lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I was waiting the time to pass so that we could leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say this was a pub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really had no idea whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and McCartan said if our parents asked where we had lunch just say Sheriton Hotel (not sure the spelling) as it is right next to it but never say a pub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sure here we have more Daniel the less sexy vampire than Andrew (so Alison said)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRkRq5PI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3243zlb72qs/s1600-h/IMG_9342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375591856366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRkRq5PI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3243zlb72qs/s320/IMG_9342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRooNrJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tCf05eNdutg/s1600-h/IMG_9343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375593024662674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRooNrJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tCf05eNdutg/s320/IMG_9343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRbFrzhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/b1JdvPySJNI/s1600-h/IMG_9344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346375589390175762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRbFrzhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/b1JdvPySJNI/s320/IMG_9344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjl7luRBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sY1m0HykfVQ/s1600-h/IMG_9345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346374842200245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjl7luRBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sY1m0HykfVQ/s320/IMG_9345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; $15 buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjly10kzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FRh9OPbD7sg/s1600-h/IMG_9346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346374839851848498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjly10kzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FRh9OPbD7sg/s320/IMG_9346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$10 Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Henry and I didn't have anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sat there watching them oooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoulda taken photos of Tyson CHEWING and giving a finger to the passer-by for merely looking at him having his own drink standing outside the pub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjlnRmv_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0QM4FpypDEs/s1600-h/IMG_9347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346374836747157490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjlnRmv_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0QM4FpypDEs/s320/IMG_9347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To finish the excursion we have this beautiful sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't the blue just so pretty that it can almost like absorb you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is a good one when we spend time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response to Andrew's reminiscence of high school life with the Year 9 camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have more reminiscence of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had I stayed in China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would be my life like now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have finished the Chinese HSC for sure though&lt;br /&gt;Three years of last of high school down now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have something that I can come back to years later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I could say Geography excursions are probably the bit I enjoy the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was the last Geography excursion we had for HSC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All until the next one came along LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(that was McCartan's words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 1st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully we will get approved and have another truly final excursion to this whatever it's called Geography seminar with GRANT KLEEMAN (WOW!!) as one of the speakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were dismissed and headed for Market City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have no idea why we did it totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's almost like Market city is a compulsory of going to the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never like the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but always got something to do with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry had this Asian noodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really noodle ok I will call it rice noodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my sandwich and mandarin as always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew could not decide what to have and had nothing again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet as a result&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a good one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew came up with going to a cafe in Harbourside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to one of the CONTACTS he has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or his mother and father have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and received free good food from the Korean owners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed back to the aqurium again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have a real good look at things we missed for McCartan was hurrying to lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjlR4HNoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZBB6PK3fJE/s1600-h/IMG_9349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346374831003088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIjlR4HNoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZBB6PK3fJE/s320/IMG_9349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh the light wasn't as good later in the day and can't make another vampire there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Andrew went to Randwick to his father's and I went home on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get sad over the ideas of leaving or departure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even over something I am not even connected to or involved with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried towards the end of Year 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;privately of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't remember if i did in Year 9 Graduation (China's system)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose to be here and live this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am gald that I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-581580773255346359?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SjIkRkRq5PI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3243zlb72qs/s72-c/IMG_9342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7444527737577890292</id><published>2009-06-05T19:39:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:37:40.114+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson-James Fleming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Kang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Harbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part IV Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijx_8KqSlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5j6btRbWGRo/s1600-h/IMG_9271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343787038659988050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijx_8KqSlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5j6btRbWGRo/s320/IMG_9271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343787038296241202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijx_6z79DI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dkL_LYmY27I/s320/IMG_9273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alison! Scream for the new VAMPIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijxR43Zi7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/iMc5DTcjsBs/s1600-h/IMG_9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343786247499910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijxR43Zi7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/iMc5DTcjsBs/s400/IMG_9274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijwdY7JDgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HhrOcYBl_1E/s1600-h/IMG_9275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343785345572474370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijwdY7JDgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HhrOcYBl_1E/s320/IMG_9275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijvOKM9tCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZLc5838edTk/s1600-h/IMG_9276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783984411030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijvOKM9tCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZLc5838edTk/s320/IMG_9276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijvN3bgKSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kwB7azrstHs/s1600-h/IMG_9278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783979371735330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijvN3bgKSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kwB7azrstHs/s320/IMG_9278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijt5LOgYaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/otnzLkKG7uc/s1600-h/IMG_9282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343782524397052322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijt5LOgYaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/otnzLkKG7uc/s320/IMG_9282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijt5T34PlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7PsihSujtgk/s1600-h/IMG_9281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343782526718066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijt5T34PlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7PsihSujtgk/s320/IMG_9281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijtUI4mFLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fT0Hs4NlYj8/s1600-h/IMG_9283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781888113120434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijtUI4mFLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fT0Hs4NlYj8/s320/IMG_9283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777853673851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijppTbUS6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/MpJMSsfNCyg/s320/IMG_9284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijppZMxrtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bTwWjvrJrPc/s1600-h/IMG_9318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777855223475922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijppZMxrtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bTwWjvrJrPc/s320/IMG_9318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that pale face scary?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijppFTy28I/AAAAAAAAAVo/9Dgtdm2DRVU/s1600-h/IMG_9339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777849884203970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SijppFTy28I/AAAAAAAAAVo/9Dgtdm2DRVU/s320/IMG_9339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I love my photo adjustment skills combined with the reflection of water in the aquarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7444527737577890292?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7444527737577890292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-iv.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7444527737577890292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7444527737577890292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-iv.html' title='May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part IV Aquarium'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sijx_8KqSlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5j6btRbWGRo/s72-c/IMG_9271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5891842265160445298</id><published>2009-05-29T18:10:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:21:01.112+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson-James Fleming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Kang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Harbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part III Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156493237031138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZiC0qEOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bhfcrff1hYs/s320/IMG_9258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZhyIrH4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/tJEH7GQicak/s1600-h/IMG_9259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156488757583746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZhyIrH4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/tJEH7GQicak/s320/IMG_9259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZhsNguMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/byOVg42dkzI/s1600-h/IMG_9260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156487167260866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZhsNguMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/byOVg42dkzI/s320/IMG_9260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZWV5k0tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jCh2Xtze4Q0/s1600-h/IMG_9261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156292199502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZWV5k0tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jCh2Xtze4Q0/s320/IMG_9261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZWFPvFCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mP02xrX2bHY/s1600-h/IMG_9262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156287729046562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZWFPvFCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mP02xrX2bHY/s320/IMG_9262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZV_eEYQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TjepsQHuII8/s1600-h/IMG_9263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156286178550018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZV_eEYQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TjepsQHuII8/s320/IMG_9263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156034650723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHWdKVJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_cIg4-Z9oE0/s320/IMG_9264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHSy1eDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z1p-v9WD6IQ/s1600-h/IMG_9265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156033667889202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHSy1eDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z1p-v9WD6IQ/s320/IMG_9265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHAe1EFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/x-HhuOKT-v8/s1600-h/IMG_9266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156028752138322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHAe1EFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/x-HhuOKT-v8/s320/IMG_9266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHDDt_CI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HCBlZ7f-DS8/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156029443734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZHDDt_CI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HCBlZ7f-DS8/s320/IMG_9267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZGzf6B1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qmRrReIeci4/s1600-h/IMG_9268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156025266997074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZGzf6B1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qmRrReIeci4/s320/IMG_9268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5891842265160445298?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5891842265160445298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5891842265160445298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5891842265160445298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-iii.html' title='May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part III Break'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sh-ZiC0qEOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bhfcrff1hYs/s72-c/IMG_9258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8411080651813340509</id><published>2009-05-26T19:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:56:46.408+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>Ocean in the City - Special - Report Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Shu8xogX5kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FPzHY_aUtF8/s1600-h/cover+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340069344050669122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Shu8xogX5kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FPzHY_aUtF8/s400/cover+3.jpg" 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/6246313081522023016-8411080651813340509?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8411080651813340509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/ocean-in-city-special-report-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8411080651813340509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8411080651813340509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/ocean-in-city-special-report-cover.html' title='Ocean in the City - Special - Report Cover'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Shu8xogX5kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FPzHY_aUtF8/s72-c/cover+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1936818565520539242</id><published>2009-05-22T17:49:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:17:16.808+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part II IMAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over-excited before the film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZsLNBEArI/AAAAAAAAATY/7QMXr-SQyt8/s1600-h/IMG_9246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338573348022780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZsLNBEArI/AAAAAAAAATY/7QMXr-SQyt8/s320/IMG_9246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZsLLNhucI/AAAAAAAAATQ/il-IUxCXCbU/s1600-h/IMG_9247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338573347538188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZsLLNhucI/AAAAAAAAATQ/il-IUxCXCbU/s320/IMG_9247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1wxK0wI/AAAAAAAAATI/H2BZx80pcGY/s1600-h/IMG_9248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568581616161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1wxK0wI/AAAAAAAAATI/H2BZx80pcGY/s320/IMG_9248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1svVs7I/AAAAAAAAATA/H0ROyy-_P8Q/s1600-h/IMG_9249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568580534743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1svVs7I/AAAAAAAAATA/H0ROyy-_P8Q/s320/IMG_9249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1jUXONI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fSXyxzERkOg/s1600-h/IMG_9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568578005678290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZn1jUXONI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fSXyxzERkOg/s320/IMG_9250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568161369967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZndTOqzQI/AAAAAAAAASw/7-V09TncCVQ/s320/IMG_9251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZndIHz-AI/AAAAAAAAASo/TTui1QiSfQQ/s1600-h/IMG_9253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568158388418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZndIHz-AI/AAAAAAAAASo/TTui1QiSfQQ/s320/IMG_9253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZndASwI_I/AAAAAAAAASg/rP-4wFulkvs/s1600-h/IMG_9254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568156286821362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZndASwI_I/AAAAAAAAASg/rP-4wFulkvs/s320/IMG_9254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZlpnmb5PI/AAAAAAAAASY/ncblG_UP4mY/s1600-h/IMG_9255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338566173973538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZlpnmb5PI/AAAAAAAAASY/ncblG_UP4mY/s320/IMG_9255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338566170969228882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZlpcaJxlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WOhr4AcqoFg/s320/IMG_9256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZlpTSH-xI/AAAAAAAAASI/xyCF499tDng/s1600-h/IMG_9257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338566168519637778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZlpTSH-xI/AAAAAAAAASI/xyCF499tDng/s320/IMG_9257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1936818565520539242?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1936818565520539242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-ii-imax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1936818565520539242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1936818565520539242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-ii-imax.html' title='May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part II IMAX'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ShZsLNBEArI/AAAAAAAAATY/7QMXr-SQyt8/s72-c/IMG_9246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-366708848940443426</id><published>2009-05-15T21:08:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:49:15.132+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyson-James Fleming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Harbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part I McDonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336010247803001122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1RDIokWSI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZtS2EIrzdM8/s320/IMG_9242.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Second excursion for Year 12 Geography &lt;div align="center"&gt;also the last one for the year and high school life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was one of those most carefree and enjoyable ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's all experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the great ocean, its lifeforms, its complexity in the middle of this concrete city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336010243906338850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1RC6HiACI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eLC5PMs3pps/s320/IMG_9220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Fairtrade coffee from McDonald's recommended by Mr Paul McCartan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1RC4iL8mI/AAAAAAAAARw/e0xZGoWjyi4/s1600-h/IMG_9221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336010243481268834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1RC4iL8mI/AAAAAAAAARw/e0xZGoWjyi4/s320/IMG_9221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336009626111281586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qe8ptibI/AAAAAAAAARo/iAOAtMpTNiQ/s320/IMG_9223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qe4Y_uUI/AAAAAAAAARg/TUA57vlYu0A/s1600-h/IMG_9224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336009624967428418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qe4Y_uUI/AAAAAAAAARg/TUA57vlYu0A/s320/IMG_9224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice! I like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qev9N2wI/AAAAAAAAARY/bu5JVyCfl-w/s1600-h/IMG_9225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336009622703430402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qev9N2wI/AAAAAAAAARY/bu5JVyCfl-w/s320/IMG_9225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qek4uWtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WLpcyiqoa1c/s1600-h/IMG_9226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336009619731798738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1Qek4uWtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WLpcyiqoa1c/s320/IMG_9226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P44CJchI/AAAAAAAAARI/M4tNKvWDWeY/s1600-h/IMG_9227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008972036567570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P44CJchI/AAAAAAAAARI/M4tNKvWDWeY/s320/IMG_9227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008972501121874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P45w5-1I/AAAAAAAAARA/zr3BIp8Gqxc/s320/IMG_9229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P4o6G1WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f7MURZ5BmnI/s1600-h/IMG_9230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008967976310114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P4o6G1WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f7MURZ5BmnI/s320/IMG_9230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008966651792738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P4j-UTWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LhaC8XJmVAY/s320/IMG_9231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P4vC9GsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cad9dd-RIW8/s1600-h/IMG_9232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008969624033986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1P4vC9GsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cad9dd-RIW8/s320/IMG_9232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008176521237154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKkgg0qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4epgcM32Qzc/s320/IMG_9233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKsVtGWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XyKAqaXCFfw/s1600-h/IMG_9234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008178623388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKsVtGWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XyKAqaXCFfw/s320/IMG_9234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008175839093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKh94IeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/496XEJEGxRY/s320/IMG_9235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKdBxGAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Nn0Kq1yEC7U/s1600-h/IMG_9236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008174513231874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKdBxGAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Nn0Kq1yEC7U/s320/IMG_9236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry always likes to play cool! Look at Andrew's face at the back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKWvpw0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4z4cKfoWY-M/s1600-h/IMG_9244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336008172826641218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1PKWvpw0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4z4cKfoWY-M/s320/IMG_9244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to head off to IMAX! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out those who ate! &lt;3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-366708848940443426?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/366708848940443426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/366708848940443426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/366708848940443426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009-ocean-in-city-part-i.html' title='May 15, 2009 - Ocean in the City - Part I McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sg1RDIokWSI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZtS2EIrzdM8/s72-c/IMG_9242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7944650932913518797</id><published>2009-05-02T12:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:00:23.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Way Out</title><content type='html'>The troops stalked silently in the heat of the jungle, spread out over a ten metre perimeter. Tommy Parkins looked around fearfully. Sweat trickled down his grimy face and he blinked again to get out of the way. He was scared – damn it – he was so scared that he wouldn’t dare raise his hand from the trigger to wipe it off. He could tell the others were scared too; that is , all the new guys on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy scanned the trees again, not sure whether he saw something or not. He licked his parched lips nervously, felt his mind drifting back home to Seattle where Lucy was waiting, their little son in her arms. How he yearned to be away from this war-torn country! Angrily, Tommy cursed Cambodia and her people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud metallic click sounded from his left. He swung about, ready to blast the sniper when he came face to face with his mate, Franko. Franko was frozen on the spot, a look of terror in his eyes. Tommy backed away, shocked by what was to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Come on, get going trooper!’ the commander shouted. Tommy ran to him, Franko was his friend – he couldn’t leave his mate to be blown to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Please, Sir,’ Tommy stuttered, ‘can’t we stop it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nearby soldier scoffed at him. Tommy swallowed, his eyes fixed on the commander. Slowly, ever so slowly, the commander shook his head. Tommy turned around to see Franko’s foot start to lift off the mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No!’ The voice was muffled by the explosion as Franko was tossed into the air, coming down in pieces. Tommy was knocked to the ground by a corpse. For a moment he did not realise that they were fighting with the group of Charlie’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fear and anger for his friend’s death, Tommy suddenly became a mad bull. He shot at the dark shapes he had recognised from memory; his rattled out the bullets. He saw the shadows fall for their last time and the jerks of the gun spun out his fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pained gasp came from his left. Tommy walked towards the sound, knowing the sniper to be injured and at his mercy. He approached the enemy. Fearful eyes met his gaze. Tommy stared at the woman. She held her baby son close to her chest, protectively. The woman was wounded in the shoulder, the child unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Please help – baby,’ the woman pleaded in broken English. Tommy wanted to help the poor woman but… Franko! Oh goodness, I can’t! Tommy thought in despair. The woman tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Take baby, go!’ she begged. She held the baby towards Tommy, gesturing wildly. ‘I can’t,’ Tommy agonised. ‘You could have been the one who put it there. You placed the mine there, you animal!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You put the mine there to kill Franko, you wench!’ Tommy growled. The woman wildly shook her head but Tommy did not heed her. In one swift movement Tommy raised the gun to the wailing mother and child and pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence rang through the forest but Tommy heard the baby’s cries echo. Blood was everywhere, a bitter smell assailed his nose and his stomach suddenly wrenched violently. Tommy could hear the commander approaching, attracted by the gunshot. Hastily, Tommy wiped the warm blood from his face and confronted his commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commander surveyed the dead bodies and turned to Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you all right?’ Tommy nodded, a little too hastily. The commander decided to leave him at peace and Tommy wept, alone, horrified at what he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that tour, Tommy was transferred on request, to a non-warring zone in Cambodia. There, he served out his time before returning to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old little cottage was run down now. When Franko lived here it seemed so different. Tommy approached the steps of the house and knocked on the door. He smiled a little as he remembered how Franko had told him the doorbell did not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of light footsteps announced the only occupant of the house. Mrs. Costello opened the door and greeted Tommy warmly. Tommy returned her smile but it did not touch his heart. He had to tell her the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same in the parlour, that same musty old smell of roses and dust. Tommy sat where he always sat, by the window. His friend’s wife watched him as he sipped his tea and waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve come with news of Franko, Maria,’ Tommy began uneasily. Maria frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What news?’ she asked, ‘What other news than that he has passed away?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy was taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You knew?’ Tommy almost shouted. Maria let out a merry laugh, nodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Isn't it funny enough, to be killed by your own side? Franko’s a joker through to his end…’ Maria let out a sign. Tommy just stared. Own side? How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What do you mean ‘own side’? I thought…’ Tommy stuttered. Maria looked at him, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I thought you were there? He was killed by a U.S. mine. Didn’t you now?’ Tommy shook his head, still in shock. His visit was suddenly cut short by this statement. Tommy could not believe it! He realised that there was indeed this possibility but in his anger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What have I done?’ Tommy exclaimed, the picture of a wounded Cambodian entered his mind and, in her arms, a baby. Maria saw Tommy’s face turn white and shuddered at his ghostly complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you all right, Tommy?’ Maria asked, rising from her seat. Tommy blinked for a while and stood up, stuttering. A mumbled apology was all he muttered before he rushed out of the house, away from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years after this encounter, Tommy tried desperately to erase his feeling of regret and grief. He drank, smoked, took drugs and worked himself half-dead, to no avail. At night, he had nightmares and woke up with the baby’s wail ringing in his ears. Staying at home made it worse for he had to see Lucy and Matthew, happy and alive, while he knew that, if he had known, that baby would be alive. His family began to symbolise what could have been if he, Thomas Parkins, had not pulled that trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget this, damn it, Tommy thought. The graveyard was silent, save the pattering of the rain on the tombstones. In front of him was the grave of Frank Costello, dead these last thirty years and Tommy was now a grandfather twice.’ I’ve got to get over this feeling or I’ll go MAD!’ after his outraged yell, the silence rang out about him as on that terrible day. Tommy wept again, hysterically. To a passer-by he would have seemed already mad. He sank to his knees and drew out a possession he always kept with him. He stroked the barrel softly as if bidding it farewell. ‘I’m sorry, Lucy, but there’s no other way.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head paramedic knew by the way the bullet entered this man that he was dead. It was obvious it was suicide…not just by the fingerprints all over the blooming gun but by that look on his face – a look of tremendous grief and remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Take him away,’ he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Belinda Leung&lt;br /&gt;First Write – Anthology of Prose and Verse by Fellowship of Australian Writers, Eastwood=Hills Region&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7944650932913518797?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7944650932913518797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-way-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7944650932913518797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7944650932913518797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-way-out.html' title='One Way Out'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7594767568142779973</id><published>2009-04-22T17:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:17:35.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Identify your dream, Keep going</title><content type='html'>Working non-stop and uptight always&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get as much as possible done for the whole time&lt;br /&gt;As if not being productive for one second is a sin&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that difficult, tiring, making you lose sight of the world around you and yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol that I found Geography is very straining&lt;br /&gt;For this assessment task I can only produce one paragraph per day&lt;br /&gt;as it requires such intellectual effort to research, think, relate, construct to put pieces together&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe only for me&lt;br /&gt;But interesting that since I am writing one paragraph per day&lt;br /&gt;I found myself having enough days to finish all the paragraphs before the end of the holiday&lt;br /&gt;Rather than stressing myself for nothing before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after I finished the bit of the day&lt;br /&gt;Went to libraries hoping to find information and evidences for Sao Paulo&lt;br /&gt;as I couldn't find much form Internet&lt;br /&gt;well I didn't try hard to&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know about it as much as I know about Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;Didn't find anything Mcquarie&lt;br /&gt;simply there's far far too too much to find from&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know how to find the geography session&lt;br /&gt;Well I bumped into it randomly anyways&lt;br /&gt;and they got a lot historic books on the history of Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Err that was in the history session next to geography&lt;br /&gt;Matheson must go there a lot&lt;br /&gt;And coming to the next aisle&lt;br /&gt;Don't think there's anything much on Brazil, Sao Paulo, mega-cities, cities...&lt;br /&gt;Or just me couldn't find them&lt;br /&gt;Thought of Hermoine who could find anything from the Hogwarts library&lt;br /&gt;Yet from the Epping library brought back four DVDs&lt;br /&gt;Decided to have some time out for the day and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happens In Vegas&lt;br /&gt;The Closet Tales of Australian Fashion&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happens In Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Simple, cliche, predictable, shallow, American, funny&lt;br /&gt;and I like it&lt;br /&gt;for the laughter it brings&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all humans want sometimes or maybe all the time is just some fun, joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Why think, criticise and be philosophical so much?&lt;br /&gt;Well we do need those to advance ourselves&lt;br /&gt;But we do need a balance&lt;br /&gt;and be simple and ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Be fun&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Make people happy&lt;br /&gt;American comedies do have their values&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not textual&lt;br /&gt;but simply entertaining in nowadays' modern yet isolating life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one is a documentary from SBS&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to be a fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see the title in the first place&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was about some commercail product designers&lt;br /&gt;But well in fact fashion designers&lt;br /&gt;What I like is the process of turning inspiration into tangible products and commercial success with the designers' talents and belief in persuing their dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of the four designers showcased&lt;br /&gt;One is Peter Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Quite surprised when I realised he was the bald guy in the Westfield ad&lt;br /&gt;Think he has this special charisma&lt;br /&gt;and his voice and look &lt;br /&gt;being able to lead and influence people&lt;br /&gt;Also he is very socialable and likes to be in the centre of focus&lt;br /&gt;Then Lover&lt;br /&gt;co-named by the couple Suzanna and Nick&lt;br /&gt;Well Suzanna (can't remember the spelling) is Asian lol how cool&lt;br /&gt;What I like about is that she and Nick, being a couple and partners in their business&lt;br /&gt;being together all the time&lt;br /&gt;in separable&lt;br /&gt;became one&lt;br /&gt;persuing one common dream that they have&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be like that in the future too&lt;br /&gt;having someone with me achieving something we both love and care about&lt;br /&gt;I think for me&lt;br /&gt;ultimately&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a multimedia producer&lt;br /&gt;being able to express my thoughts and vision to the world&lt;br /&gt;Well remembered a few weeks ago I said &lt;br /&gt;for my part-time occupation&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be&lt;br /&gt;a photographer&lt;br /&gt;an artist&lt;br /&gt;a graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;a tutor&lt;br /&gt;a writer&lt;br /&gt;sells some stuff online&lt;br /&gt;and no idea what my main occupation was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes&lt;br /&gt;now for my dream to come true&lt;br /&gt;I must get the UAI I want and the scholarship&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be doing Engineering combined with Art in ANU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes having a break from work can reassure the direction you want to go&lt;br /&gt;Then adjust yourself and go back on track with more energy, strategy and stronger belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who only do their work all the time&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;Identify your dream&lt;br /&gt;and keep doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also consider others&lt;br /&gt;Be fun&lt;br /&gt;and make people happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way&lt;br /&gt;for Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;I hardly could understand South African English combined with British accent with no subtitles&lt;br /&gt;The film is supposedly a warm moving human drama&lt;br /&gt;and it was indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia! &lt;br /&gt;Again be fun and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia! Here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig in the dancing queen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7594767568142779973?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7594767568142779973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-identify-your-dream-keep-going.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7594767568142779973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7594767568142779973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-identify-your-dream-keep-going.html' title='Stop, Identify your dream, Keep going'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8857784806775771865</id><published>2009-04-20T15:46:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:21:57.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Halo - Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70AgyIEnBRE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70AgyIEnBRE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby they're tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make up a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm &lt;em&gt;addicted to your light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;br /&gt;To pull me back to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;The risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8857784806775771865?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8857784806775771865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/halo-beyonce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8857784806775771865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFuTfqwI/AAAAAAAAANA/qkxjA4p2040/s1600-h/IMG_9009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951959904004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFuTfqwI/AAAAAAAAANA/qkxjA4p2040/s320/IMG_9009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFvSUOYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/061oyD6QmF8/s1600-h/IMG_9010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951960167496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFvSUOYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/061oyD6QmF8/s320/IMG_9010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFW30IsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnSsIx2tQFA/s1600-h/IMG_9011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951953613890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVFW30IsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnSsIx2tQFA/s320/IMG_9011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVF-eBNII/AAAAAAAAANQ/7LCJ-8Qe1XE/s1600-h/IMG_9007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951964243113090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVF-eBNII/AAAAAAAAANQ/7LCJ-8Qe1XE/s320/IMG_9007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVF8hH_lI/AAAAAAAAANI/-rKG0ZHFkOU/s1600-h/IMG_9008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325951963719269970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemVF8hH_lI/AAAAAAAAANI/-rKG0ZHFkOU/s320/IMG_9008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-387209413163331658?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/387209413163331658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/leichhardt-april-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/387209413163331658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/387209413163331658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/leichhardt-april-14-2009.html' title='Leichhardt - April 14, 2009'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SemWdCnK5MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5hizhj0g-2o/s72-c/polaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5720697186340116925</id><published>2009-04-15T18:53:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:14:58.548+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>New Town - April 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New is old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old is decayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decayed is reminiscent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhp-1UcWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iFEKY9osoE0/s1600-h/IMG_8933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839877048824162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhp-1UcWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iFEKY9osoE0/s320/IMG_8933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lane that led to pessimists' deal with the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had I not kept walking down&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839874192513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhp0MUmxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rMOFS96pEHQ/s320/IMG_8934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Exit, and entrance, is this close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhpt2GBTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PqsN0p5QELw/s1600-h/IMG_8935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839872488670514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhpt2GBTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PqsN0p5QELw/s320/IMG_8935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at the past from today's debris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheSxEnkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xg-PbhCVkUM/s1600-h/IMG_8936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839676241288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheSxEnkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xg-PbhCVkUM/s320/IMG_8936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheTSiSXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zZ-gEv1-QgI/s1600-h/IMG_8937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839676381645170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheTSiSXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zZ-gEv1-QgI/s320/IMG_8937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheFtbtxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vIdTXUBVEFQ/s1600-h/IMG_8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839672736364306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWheFtbtxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vIdTXUBVEFQ/s320/IMG_8938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhP1iB0xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fwHZbJWAEXQ/s1600-h/IMG_8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839427875394322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhP1iB0xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fwHZbJWAEXQ/s320/IMG_8945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhP_IqhQI/AAAAAAAAALw/ji2_dsC_2Gs/s1600-h/IMG_8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839430453363970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhP_IqhQI/AAAAAAAAALw/ji2_dsC_2Gs/s320/IMG_8948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the move again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All along the track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPr2yCXI/AAAAAAAAALo/r8DnCUrbdg8/s1600-h/IMG_8950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839425278085490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPr2yCXI/AAAAAAAAALo/r8DnCUrbdg8/s320/IMG_8950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPWGnPLI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZPg7eWNskEk/s1600-h/IMG_8952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839419438906546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPWGnPLI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZPg7eWNskEk/s320/IMG_8952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPkTH_FI/AAAAAAAAALg/X48YkQjJY6w/s1600-h/IMG_8951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839423249480786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhPkTH_FI/AAAAAAAAALg/X48YkQjJY6w/s320/IMG_8951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg_Jm9CdI/AAAAAAAAALI/InymGTl4eIc/s1600-h/IMG_8954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839141206985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg_Jm9CdI/AAAAAAAAALI/InymGTl4eIc/s320/IMG_8954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg_JYwO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/mM_4C1NPA6c/s1600-h/IMG_8953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839141147425634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg_JYwO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/mM_4C1NPA6c/s320/IMG_8953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-9ZAjXI/AAAAAAAAALA/VilTsvi6IjI/s1600-h/IMG_8955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839137927269746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-9ZAjXI/AAAAAAAAALA/VilTsvi6IjI/s320/IMG_8955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-xWwjbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cGtWNI8ypVk/s1600-h/IMG_8957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839134696607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-xWwjbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cGtWNI8ypVk/s320/IMG_8957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-ieftMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_8LQrcyoLgI/s1600-h/IMG_8958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324839130702525634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWg-ieftMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_8LQrcyoLgI/s320/IMG_8958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a world of black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't what you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un-rhetorical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more like the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the idea of looking back at the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to the origin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to put forward the cause of the consequence today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5720697186340116925?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5720697186340116925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-town-april-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5720697186340116925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5720697186340116925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-town-april-14-2009.html' title='New Town - April 14, 2009'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SeWhp-1UcWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iFEKY9osoE0/s72-c/IMG_8933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6095249167476165169</id><published>2009-04-11T10:16:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:31:50.469+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part III (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_10.html"&gt;http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_10.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuing on the same part of the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0rkIxsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ffxv0zzNUro/s1600-h/IMG_8673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222679250585282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0rkIxsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ffxv0zzNUro/s320/IMG_8673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0YENLOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q7vrNgvhh7U/s1600-h/IMG_8676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222674016382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0YENLOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q7vrNgvhh7U/s320/IMG_8676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0X8UCMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/anU_YH0B4P4/s1600-h/IMG_8674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222673983277250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_i0X8UCMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/anU_YH0B4P4/s320/IMG_8674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_io0nrOeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-Os2uvERF24/s1600-h/IMG_8677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222475522914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_io0nrOeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-Os2uvERF24/s320/IMG_8677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_iop70MHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KWgYozLqzs4/s1600-h/IMG_8679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222472654598258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_iop70MHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KWgYozLqzs4/s320/IMG_8679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_iokWe4PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oBfXlVVntvA/s1600-h/IMG_8680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222471155835122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_iokWe4PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oBfXlVVntvA/s320/IMG_8680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icaRqobI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7sZy96dqf8c/s1600-h/IMG_8681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222262292849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icaRqobI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7sZy96dqf8c/s320/IMG_8681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icQ3uNNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7HTj7y7m69E/s1600-h/IMG_8682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222259768112338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icQ3uNNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7HTj7y7m69E/s320/IMG_8682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Under the fountain is the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icdPIK8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_vMJEqZwVsw/s1600-h/IMG_8684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222263087508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icdPIK8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_vMJEqZwVsw/s320/IMG_8684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icCAiceI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VUD2F6GveeE/s1600-h/IMG_8685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222255778558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_icCAiceI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VUD2F6GveeE/s320/IMG_8685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_ibzrROfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CAcXYTZ0tts/s1600-h/IMG_8686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222251931253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_ibzrROfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CAcXYTZ0tts/s320/IMG_8686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hqFZmBNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XU-3rx58aPg/s1600-h/IMG_8687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323221397695497426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hqFZmBNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XU-3rx58aPg/s320/IMG_8687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is controlling who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hqDu7AzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e6-int73Mfk/s1600-h/IMG_8688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323221397248082738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hqDu7AzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e6-int73Mfk/s320/IMG_8688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hp7H-kaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t6c0C22Xwmo/s1600-h/IMG_8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323221394937254306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hp7H-kaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t6c0C22Xwmo/s320/IMG_8690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for the whole story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get to take any photographs at Kings Cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_11.html"&gt;http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet lastly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere at Marsfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hpzNu8VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wmUUuM33cHw/s1600-h/IMG_8691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323221392813912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hpzNu8VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wmUUuM33cHw/s320/IMG_8691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hpi8AQII/AAAAAAAAAIw/gRFO4OcCQ0o/s1600-h/IMG_8692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323221388444582018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sd_hpi8AQII/AAAAAAAAAIw/gRFO4OcCQ0o/s320/IMG_8692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6095249167476165169?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6095249167476165169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day_11.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-3455804933897682763</id><published>2009-04-08T17:13:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:26:36.130+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part III (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdd4LniI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jSVY8EfU2uA/s1600-h/IMG_8660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216227300154914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdd4LniI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jSVY8EfU2uA/s320/IMG_8660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdYnIu3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/U9qa2IRAP-E/s1600-h/IMG_8661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216225886485362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdYnIu3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/U9qa2IRAP-E/s320/IMG_8661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdP2LikI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WonJPAQpFjw/s1600-h/IMG_8665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216223533664834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPdP2LikI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WonJPAQpFjw/s320/IMG_8665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPc4gn5CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o4rUCgoY1U8/s1600-h/IMG_8666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216217269232674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPc4gn5CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o4rUCgoY1U8/s320/IMG_8666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215931103863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPMOde4RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3LeS8-bUmaI/s320/IMG_8667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ummm...are we watching a vampire movie? The red colour and Andrew with his mouth like that really gives that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPML7JCPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wo0vuaL_BMY/s1600-h/IMG_8668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215930422954226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPML7JCPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wo0vuaL_BMY/s320/IMG_8668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217630750930498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxQvKI69kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UsV6FrjX_Ww/s320/IMG_8670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPLqLY5oI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xt2fOiW9by0/s1600-h/IMG_8671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215921364297346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPLqLY5oI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xt2fOiW9by0/s320/IMG_8671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPLXyaVhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pDCIMVejhdI/s1600-h/IMG_8672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322215916427695634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPLXyaVhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pDCIMVejhdI/s320/IMG_8672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-3455804933897682763?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/3455804933897682763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day_08.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3455804933897682763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3455804933897682763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day_08.html' title='Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part III (1)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdxPs1Z_NWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7YHP6Pr4YTc/s72-c/IMG_8655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-5078860518834217065</id><published>2009-04-07T17:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:11:13.567+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour – One hour to save the world? - Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hungry, bored, unmotivated at TAFE right now&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished the introduction of my assignment&lt;br /&gt;It is a response of critical study of a media text&lt;br /&gt;In fact I don't have a fixed text&lt;br /&gt;rather all kinds of media articles and figures relating to this topic of Earth Hour&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this introduction is a bit too revealing&lt;br /&gt;as I have made almost all the points I should be doing in the body&lt;br /&gt;In a way everything is expected&lt;br /&gt;Not surprising and appalling enough&lt;br /&gt;which I always have liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a third succeeding year on March 28, 2009, in response to ‘Earth Hour’ initiated by WWF (World Wide Fund for Nature / World Wildlife Fund), the globe went dark for an hour at local time from 8:30pm to 9:30pm. About 88 countries and 4000 cities participated in the campaign by turning the lights off from the major landmarks, followed by households, businesses and organisations. It is exhilarating to see the rhetoric from the Kyoto Protocol being implemented, generating a sense of global people power aiming to make a difference to the world. However, while there are 8760 hours in a year, does one hour of lights off per year the key to the threatening global crisis in climate change and energy supply? How would the globe of people do involving massive industrial production and use of petrol-supplied vehicles in the rest of 8759 hours effect on our future? Have we ever realised our daily consumption for a century or so has gone far off the limit and led to the crisis we are facing today? Like this or not, the answer lies in modification in our consuming behaviour in every single Earth Second...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-5078860518834217065?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/5078860518834217065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-hour-one-hour-to-save-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5078860518834217065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/5078860518834217065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-hour-one-hour-to-save-world.html' title='Earth Hour – One hour to save the world? - Introduction'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7119352406160505819</id><published>2009-04-03T18:11:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:18:56.149+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celia Ammerman'/><title type='text'>Extraneous - Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320359678258151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdW28FvjfoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tn2jqA07AAU/s320/celia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320359668539291506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdW27hiZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/TzT0rmzGDhQ/s320/cw-antm12-celia-container_033162-54a2c8-500x666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdW272hHA8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LjRRXAd8cDs/s1600-h/cw-antm12-celia-container_030751-cc004d-500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320359674171032514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdW272hHA8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LjRRXAd8cDs/s320/cw-antm12-celia-container_030751-cc004d-500x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's about this short blond hair and her face which is attracting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7119352406160505819?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7119352406160505819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/extraneous-grey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7119352406160505819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7119352406160505819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/extraneous-grey.html' title='Extraneous - Grey'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdW28FvjfoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tn2jqA07AAU/s72-c/celia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4988412149787186581</id><published>2009-04-02T18:43:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:48:09.686+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Carrigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Hua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moore'/><title type='text'>Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the mild glory of the late coming sun after the sour rain pouring over the earth&lt;br /&gt;southern earth, New South Wales' earth, well, our egocentric earth&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the second installation of our recollection of our Geography excursion last term&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are going to have another one soon&lt;br /&gt;City again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now April 2, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking back at December 2, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_06.html"&gt;http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_06.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmm15bPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s9uolqnRTKQ/s1600-h/IMG_8597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997569860463858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmm15bPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s9uolqnRTKQ/s320/IMG_8597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmWFG6vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/b4xKG82cfeM/s1600-h/IMG_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997565360859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmWFG6vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/b4xKG82cfeM/s320/IMG_8601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COOL &amp;amp; COLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The new fashion label!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmYf4i2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tkFSyFB0Eig/s1600-h/IMG_8603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997566010035042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmYf4i2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tkFSyFB0Eig/s320/IMG_8603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica looking out for...&lt;br /&gt;In fact dodging the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmAXPojI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vfNwFc9ndLg/s1600-h/IMG_8604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997559531348530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmAXPojI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vfNwFc9ndLg/s320/IMG_8604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bicycles&lt;br /&gt;The way to go of the new century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSQ34KlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xWIaRTWL1D0/s1600-h/IMG_8606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997220365806162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSQ34KlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xWIaRTWL1D0/s320/IMG_8606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSH0aRjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SHRsz3aRP9E/s1600-h/IMG_8615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997217935345202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSH0aRjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SHRsz3aRP9E/s320/IMG_8615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997216014608530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSAqeKJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JxhZ3S6_e8M/s320/IMG_8616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtR3sXorI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VEm2VbRoD4Y/s1600-h/IMG_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997213606650546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtR3sXorI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VEm2VbRoD4Y/s320/IMG_8617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whose hand was it begging from Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently David was there being jealous over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319996759995750178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3d3GlyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZNCUeOrXKOM/s320/IMG_8618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The jealousy goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSTmJHBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EUkClpvZgiQ/s1600-h/IMG_8614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997221096725522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtSTmJHBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EUkClpvZgiQ/s320/IMG_8614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3cxBk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T0w8EKOqQ2g/s1600-h/IMG_8619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319996759701820322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3cxBk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T0w8EKOqQ2g/s320/IMG_8619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319996752331385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3BTxqgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6HFnQUuCNE0/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3OPRaoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VR6UMI6NOtI/s1600-h/IMG_8632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319996755802155650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3OPRaoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VR6UMI6NOtI/s320/IMG_8632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selective photo of the Centennial Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so much more of it but too boring to post them all up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3IJl2JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9BwQS1nzRNE/s1600-h/IMG_8654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319996754167715986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRs3IJl2JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9BwQS1nzRNE/s320/IMG_8654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang. Oooooooooh! Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4988412149787186581?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4988412149787186581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4988412149787186581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4988412149787186581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/04/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day.html' title='Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part II'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SdRtmm15bPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s9uolqnRTKQ/s72-c/IMG_8597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8800367970606865853</id><published>2009-03-28T21:43:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:07:25.287+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteearth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour - DID YOU TURN YOUR LIGHTS OFF?</title><content type='html'>I particularly stayed out longer tonight walking around Epping to see if people responded to the Earth Hour&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much was different&lt;br /&gt;People still had their lights on&lt;br /&gt;Street lights&lt;br /&gt;Houses and apartments&lt;br /&gt;Shops restaurants and businesses&lt;br /&gt;Epping train station and bus station&lt;br /&gt;Only I walked past one restaurant yes ONE restaurant in Epping the one next to the chemist&lt;br /&gt;And the lights there were off&lt;br /&gt;I was in fact pretty appreciate with that even I wasn't sure whether that was only for atmosphere or what&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was right&lt;br /&gt;By the time when I walked back around 9 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant had the lights back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being cynical here and I am trying to understand here the reasons why not many people responded to the Earth Hour&lt;br /&gt;Was it&lt;br /&gt;-inadequate coverage and means of media communication about the event?&lt;br /&gt;-people simply don't care?&lt;br /&gt;-people are so busy that they have to have their lights on at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;If you really mean to cut down your energy consumption&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to only do it during the Earth Hour&lt;br /&gt;Besides such rhetoric is not enough after all&lt;br /&gt;We should consume as less as possible energy every single day by using less electricity&lt;br /&gt;Like some of houses I saw, I see, that always have their lights off or minimum lights on in the neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well indeed our house did have our lights off for the whole hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8800367970606865853?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8800367970606865853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-did-you-turn-your-lights-off.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8800367970606865853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8800367970606865853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-did-you-turn-your-lights-off.html' title='Earth Hour - DID YOU TURN YOUR LIGHTS OFF?'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7604990348918011646</id><published>2009-03-28T19:14:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:34:24.089+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part I</title><content type='html'>Since posting the photos from Tropfest last week&lt;br /&gt;I somehow decided to make my blog more visual&lt;br /&gt;Hence there you go photos from the Geography excursion last term&lt;br /&gt;And here's the link for the text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through.html"&gt;http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tim commented at the time&lt;br /&gt;"bummer u can't capture everything with a picture. =/"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually did&lt;br /&gt;but still not all&lt;br /&gt;not when McCartan storming across the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318152046902599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sc3fHCElX4I/AAAAAAAAADw/LHVi3pvQrNw/s320/IMG_8593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see I was actually taking a photo on McCartan, pretending on Henry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318152518925516034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sc3figfnfQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CSBP7f3JVI/s320/IMG_8594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318152767378312546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sc3fw-DYTWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ItzZq7ChjTg/s320/IMG_8595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318153080252118418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sc3gDLmTtZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HWmqFLoQkJo/s320/IMG_8596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7604990348918011646?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7604990348918011646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7604990348918011646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7604990348918011646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/photograph-recollection-of-untitled-day.html' title='Photograph recollection of An Untitled Day through City Part I'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/Sc3fHCElX4I/AAAAAAAAADw/LHVi3pvQrNw/s72-c/IMG_8593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1831876179717819408</id><published>2009-03-21T19:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:04:25.807+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause'/><title type='text'>Cause and consequence III Afternoon, Present, Afternoon</title><content type='html'>It is of great enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;On a Friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;4:30&lt;br /&gt;Or thereabout&lt;br /&gt;The world is of a golden colour&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Autumn-ness&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Yet close up the curtains against the heat&lt;br /&gt;Leaving threads of light infiltrating in&lt;br /&gt;In the room&lt;br /&gt;Quietness&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome&lt;br /&gt;Relief after a long yet short week&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch and watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is my greatest enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there not worrying about anything to do light off watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;Since there is nothing much on TV&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;Reckon I should change that if I work my way to media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched The Talented Mr Ripley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of all causes&lt;br /&gt;I screwed the first term of HSC&lt;br /&gt;Extension 2 mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Business&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of lack of motivation in Term 4&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of lack of self-settlement and self-thoughts in the holiday before Term 4&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of lack of having to work piles and piles and piles of documents&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of someone’s business failure&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of someone’s mistrust and mismanagement&lt;br /&gt;Consequence of someone’s stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot let such consequences of such causes affect me anymore and be the next consequences&lt;br /&gt;I must undo the impacts of these consequences in the upcoming five assessments in the following three weeks&lt;br /&gt;I must succeed in HSC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in my room&lt;br /&gt;Something I haven’t done for such a long time on a Saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines outside&lt;br /&gt;As having pushed the depressing clouds in the morning away&lt;br /&gt;Doing some work&lt;br /&gt;Yet still with my computer on&lt;br /&gt;Chatting&lt;br /&gt;Browsing&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might the consequence of those be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1831876179717819408?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1831876179717819408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-and-consequence-iii-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1831876179717819408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1831876179717819408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-and-consequence-iii-afternoon.html' title='Cause and consequence III Afternoon, Present, Afternoon'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6033530135826624912</id><published>2009-03-20T22:09:00.019+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:51:17.444+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela Chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irene Bida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Mcvittie'/><title type='text'>Tropfest Febuary 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315226421735750866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN6RPBUfNI/AAAAAAAAACA/S79nj9f8P1I/s320/IMG_8845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a moody image of Sydney's sky to start off this late reflection of Tropfest 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on Febuary 22, 2009 and I think I got the date right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315227517339034530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN7RAdf46I/AAAAAAAAACI/IvW42TJ5pZc/s320/IMG_8821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315227707587694978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN7cFMUEYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DAg0YpOPTPQ/s320/IMG_8817.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The photos are not in any particular order as it is really hard to edit image positions on Blogger here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228008692708434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN7tm5V9FI/AAAAAAAAACY/iaubLvQNgtA/s320/IMG_8830.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228706636316594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8WO8EP7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zzMcAZllSJE/s320/IMG_8825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228282140605986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN79hkZviI/AAAAAAAAACg/FJ3N0i5eH_I/s320/IMG_8815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228587503276226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8PTIiUMI/AAAAAAAAACw/vR8gdaIOnaw/s320/IMG_8824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228409516397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8E8FKEmI/AAAAAAAAACo/scnuSP7JrWc/s320/IMG_8822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228879823508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8gUHHFRI/AAAAAAAAADA/lKH52PIr5qI/s320/IMG_8827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229099091749122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8tE8u6QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d_MA0xhvyz0/s320/IMG_8836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229351077900802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN87vq6cgI/AAAAAAAAADg/KZX7EmOkmNM/s320/IMG_8842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229475173306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN9C99kD3I/AAAAAAAAADo/NhmLi7Ep1hs/s320/IMG_8844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315228992129036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN8m2e1b2I/AAAAAAAAADI/USDhSxg4P3A/s320/IMG_8835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229232786701074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN803AF-xI/AAAAAAAAADY/14HXEvBHe74/s320/IMG_8840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love the last two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Such masterpieces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was a great day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very good oppotunity to shout and laugh out loud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6033530135826624912?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6033530135826624912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/tropfest-febuary-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6033530135826624912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6033530135826624912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/tropfest-febuary-22-2009.html' title='Tropfest Febuary 22, 2009'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/ScN6RPBUfNI/AAAAAAAAACA/S79nj9f8P1I/s72-c/IMG_8845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-400345654587138571</id><published>2009-03-12T00:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:43:48.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Stepping down the paved&lt;br /&gt;Looking up&lt;br /&gt;the green&lt;br /&gt;the blue&lt;br /&gt;the glow&lt;br /&gt;surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;intertwining the world&lt;br /&gt;Take a sniff&lt;br /&gt;it's not the scent of Australia I first knew any more&lt;br /&gt;The language of the air has changed&lt;br /&gt;but what&lt;br /&gt;Temperature?&lt;br /&gt;English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down&lt;br /&gt;the path towards the front&lt;br /&gt;the memory back to the past&lt;br /&gt;Australia I knew of&lt;br /&gt;smell of cold- yet freshness in the air&lt;br /&gt;sense of distance yet allurement yet flair&lt;br /&gt;mixed with strawberry lip balm against the dry frosty dare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-400345654587138571?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/400345654587138571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/australia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/400345654587138571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/400345654587138571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/03/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6635022862001650891</id><published>2009-02-27T17:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:08:59.967+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternate'/><title type='text'>Alternate 27/02/09 Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We've been together for three days and it is my best time in the life ever. Yesterday I was kinda lost. She didn't talk to me at all in the morning. She was sitting across the block chatting with her friends like I am invisible. Is that it, I thought, that we are dating like that? What do we fall in love for? Do we call ourselves dating while we barely look at each other? Why do we have to DATE and force this boyfriend and girlfriend thing onto ourselves then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang and we went for roll call. I have no idea when she came behind me but she had her hand in mine, all that suppressed feeling at my chest was gone then. We agreed not to tell anyone, she said. Yes, and we had our hands back quickly enough when her friends came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as long as she knows that what she's doing I am happy with it. I mean, we don't need to show the whole world that we are dating, that we are in love with each other, that we can't live a moment without each other's presence for one second, that we need to keep hugging and kissing each other to show that we are horny assholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we are. We have our way of expressing our care and like. It's a thing that's only about us two. Not showing up to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6635022862001650891?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6635022862001650891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/alternate-270209-hide.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6635022862001650891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6635022862001650891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/alternate-270209-hide.html' title='Alternate 27/02/09 Hide'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8332383638674288571</id><published>2009-02-25T18:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:41:36.301+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternate'/><title type='text'>Alternate 25/02/09 Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SHE DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;SHE FINALLY SAID IT!&lt;br /&gt;For such a long time I've waited, she said she liked me and wanted to be with me! Despite this is the ever important year of HSC I said yes. We both agree not to tell anyone in school at the moment yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8332383638674288571?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8332383638674288571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/alternate-feburary-25-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8332383638674288571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8332383638674288571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/alternate-feburary-25-2009.html' title='Alternate 25/02/09 Start'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4556433919267881542</id><published>2009-02-24T18:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:30:56.843+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infernal Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause'/><title type='text'>Cause and consequence II Infernal Affairs</title><content type='html'>Had a nice night at Tropfest&lt;br /&gt;could say it was one of those best time I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;think the night might've been more complete and more exciting if we caught a train home instead of being picked up&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I prefer and have been doing all these years&lt;br /&gt;Having the whole outing all by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;No any form of parents' interference&lt;br /&gt;not even phone calls&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to what I started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the summer holiday of 2009&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances forced me to watch these Infernal Affairs movies from Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;which were so popular but I would have never wanted to watch them as I thought they would be purely actions of police chasing bad guys&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I thought wrong and they gave me so much inspiration on this notion of cause and consequence which linked to this whole series of entries&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;In fact&lt;br /&gt;The world is all about cause and consequence&lt;br /&gt;which is exactly what the origin idea of this seires of entries about&lt;br /&gt;about what contributed to my unsatisfactory results in the first term of my HSC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was going to start the blog like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing leads to another. We live in a world of consequences. What we experience in our life now is a result of the past, a foundation of the future...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Infernal Affairs&lt;br /&gt;Trilogy if that's what you call it&lt;br /&gt;The story is built up on two cops&lt;br /&gt;One a cop in a criminal group as a spy for the police&lt;br /&gt;One also a cop but actually a spy for the criminal group&lt;br /&gt;Insisting the belief that 'I am a cop', both of them are sworn to contribute to the world, despite their origin and current status&lt;br /&gt;First cop called Chan&lt;br /&gt;Second cop called Lau&lt;br /&gt;Here's brief their story from my own understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get to see this part of the story big lol&lt;br /&gt;but I think it's basically about the police working to break the criminal group down&lt;br /&gt;Police were aware of the presence spies from the criminal&lt;br /&gt;Yet Lau's true identity remained veiled&lt;br /&gt;In the end another spy in the police was revealed&lt;br /&gt;Chan died in line of duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(II)&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks to many years ago to reveal the Causes of the story&lt;br /&gt;Chan was the highest achiever in the police school&lt;br /&gt;Lau fell for the wife of the big bad boss in (I) who back then worked under the big big boss who actually was illegitimate father of Chan's&lt;br /&gt;Lau was told to kill the big big boss and so he did&lt;br /&gt;Chan was appointed to go in the criminal group on his connection with the big big boss to spy for the police&lt;br /&gt;Lau was appointed to enrol in the police school to become a cop and spy for the other side&lt;br /&gt;On Lau joining the police school Chan was expelled in the name of having broken rules&lt;br /&gt;Since then the lives of the two were altered but destined to be intertwining each other's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(III)&lt;br /&gt;Another cop was introduced&lt;br /&gt;Name I don't remember let's call him Li&lt;br /&gt;Li's job was to investigate all the spies that the criminal grop had put in the police&lt;br /&gt;Lau tried to hide his identity as a spy and believed Li was in fact a spy and investigated Li&lt;br /&gt;Lau learned about Chan before he died through the medical record from Chan's psychologist&lt;br /&gt;Lau developed an alternate personality and thought he was Chan&lt;br /&gt;In the end Li was shot by Lau and Lau and shot by another cop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie trilogy connects causes and consequences which developed the story through continual flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;The story is actually very sentimental instead of typical police action&lt;br /&gt;Lau's profound motive was the woman she fell for&lt;br /&gt;yet it was this woman who put him in this situation&lt;br /&gt;anyhow he still wanted to be a good cop instead but reality wouldn't allow&lt;br /&gt;Chan had always believed he was a cop and what he did eventually would pull the criminals down&lt;br /&gt;However he had led a restless life not even be able to have a good sleep until he met with the psychologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of these sentiments, emotions, pain, regrets, causes in the far past that defined the consequences of people's lives that I found these Infernal Affairs valuable and thought-provocative&lt;br /&gt;Anything we have done in the past affects what we have now&lt;br /&gt;What we are doing now will eventually impact our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three dots for you to think&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and three dots for this to be continued&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4556433919267881542?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4556433919267881542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-and-consequence-ii-infernal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4556433919267881542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4556433919267881542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-and-consequence-ii-infernal.html' title='Cause and consequence II Infernal Affairs'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7048316081762285320</id><published>2009-02-15T12:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:53:45.542+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not my thing at all, but I’m doing it</title><content type='html'>Questions copied from Alison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Truths!&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → milk&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Last instant message → Can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to → Right now Etude for piano No. 10 in A flat major, Op. 10/10, B. 42/3&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried → Teared in the holidays when watching December Boys&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:Dated someone twice → Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on → Perhaps, dun wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → No&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special→ there’re some people I regretted not seeing anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:Fallen out of love → No&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → No.&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → not in the last month, but I think I know more than a month is changing my life gradually&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → not in the past month either&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone on your top friends? → No&lt;br /&gt;How many ppl on your top friends do you know in real life? All, as in those on facebook or bebo I used to have&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have → one&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → No&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → didn’t like my Chinese name, but don’t need to use it now, it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today → around 9&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → sleepingName something you CANNOT wait for → to ace the HSC&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your father → April 2008&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change → My body&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → think yes&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now → not doing anything productive right now&lt;br /&gt;What's your real name → Nathan Xiaofeng Li&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Status → Single&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign → Leo&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/primary School → Zhixinnan Prmary School, Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;Middle/secondary School → No.25 Middle School, Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;High School → Ryde Secondary College&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Black&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → Short&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → getting to be&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → Never&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → Left ear&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → Gu siyu&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → Martial arts WOW&lt;br /&gt;First pet → used to have a bird in my place&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → Australia&lt;br /&gt;First crush → Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;Eating → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting → lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → maybe&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→ maybe&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → architecture, advertising, media &amp;amp; journalism, multi-media freelance&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:Kissed a stranger → No&lt;br /&gt;Drank hard liquor → think yes&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → lost glasses case.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home → No&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → Yes, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested → No&lt;br /&gt;Turned someone down → Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself → yes the most&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → coincidence sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → absolutely&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → not really.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus → there are heaps who dress up like one&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date → sure why not, even sex&lt;br /&gt;Angels → no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → no&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time → no&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7048316081762285320?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7048316081762285320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-not-my-thing-at-all-but-im.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7048316081762285320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7048316081762285320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-not-my-thing-at-all-but-im.html' title='This is not my thing at all, but I’m doing it'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4545831498924293222</id><published>2009-02-13T23:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:32:38.198+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause'/><title type='text'>Cause and consequence I</title><content type='html'>Oh well finally I’m putting myself together for this new blog entry after such a long time&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I had the idea of what this entry is about in the first place at the end of Term 4 last week&lt;br /&gt;I was going to start like this&lt;br /&gt;‘Since this blog is becoming more like a record of my personal experience during Year 12 and HSC, I am going to recount what has happened since the virtual beginning of Year 12’&lt;br /&gt;I was going to title it as ‘Ten weeks ago’&lt;br /&gt;Then it became ‘Ten plus one weeks ago’&lt;br /&gt;Followed by ‘Ten plus two weeks ago’&lt;br /&gt;Well even towards the end of the summer holidays this specific entry was nowhere to be found but in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am pretty sure I can remember 99% of the original idea of it&lt;br /&gt;By chance towards the end of the holidays&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the ‘Infernal Affairs’ movies&lt;br /&gt;Pretty famous Hong Kong police-action movies yes&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t watch them till now&lt;br /&gt;Yes of police stories&lt;br /&gt;But no action police chasing bad guys in cars and gun shooting like I thought as tedious like those in James Bond at all&lt;br /&gt;It is this Infernal Affairs that gives me the idea of ‘Cause and consequence’&lt;br /&gt;The official title of this entry&lt;br /&gt;Matching my purpose of recounting the ‘ten weeks ago’ back then&lt;br /&gt;Should learn to keep my entries short and easy to read&lt;br /&gt;Hence again I am putting it into parts&lt;br /&gt;And here is part one sort of introduction&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am feeling a bit bored with my study having working hard for two weeks&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I want something extra yet unknown what do I want?&lt;br /&gt;I even feel so restless I am not able to put myself to sleep on this Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Yet instead that’s why this entry is finally surfaced out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Which I have harboured for ten plus ten weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4545831498924293222?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4545831498924293222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-and-consequence-i.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4545831498924293222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4545831498924293222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-and-consequence-i.html' title='Cause and consequence I'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8765809003459827824</id><published>2009-01-27T14:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:34:21.625+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanazakari no Kimitachi e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hana Kimi'/><title type='text'>Everything exists to come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this holiday existed to end today&lt;br /&gt;January 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I forgot what I planned to start with for this entry&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at least I've had a rather satisfactory holiday&lt;br /&gt;did play&lt;br /&gt;did study&lt;br /&gt;did sleep&lt;br /&gt;did be lazy&lt;br /&gt;did watch quite a lot of movies&lt;br /&gt;from DVDs of course&lt;br /&gt;what I planned this morning was listing these movies and drama series I watched&lt;br /&gt;hope I can remember them all&lt;br /&gt;not in any particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Joy Luck Club&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;Confession of Pain (HK)&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;br /&gt;Drink Drink Drink (HK)&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;br /&gt;Stage Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Bucket and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;48 Shades&lt;br /&gt;Hex Season I&lt;br /&gt;Hex Season II&lt;br /&gt;Infernal Affair II (HK)&lt;br /&gt;Infernal Affair III (HK)&lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there may be more&lt;br /&gt;can't remember all at the moment&lt;br /&gt;and this finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SX6DQpscutI/AAAAAAAAABI/1X0ILT1kLjs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295814533927713490" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SX6DQpscutI/AAAAAAAAABI/1X0ILT1kLjs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanazakari no Kimitachi e&lt;br /&gt;What a name!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't even know how to pronounce it&lt;br /&gt;nor is it mentioned in the drama once at all&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what I think&lt;br /&gt;Ok this blog is definitely not going like what I planned days ago&lt;br /&gt;But let's get back to this drama series&lt;br /&gt;This ultra shallow stupid foolish illogical unrealistic fobby jap drama&lt;br /&gt;made me very happy though&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh and laugh and laugh again&lt;br /&gt;made me tear&lt;br /&gt;made me feel the energy of youth again&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am old&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I have never had this energy of youth&lt;br /&gt;this fun-loving careless let's-just-be-happy-right-now types of attitudes&lt;br /&gt;No I have never lived my life even one single moment like that&lt;br /&gt;We all know real life is not as ideal as those created in fictions&lt;br /&gt;But why can people create such idealism for fictions but can't create that in their own real life?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this is not a rhetorical question&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it is because in fictions everything is under control by the creaters&lt;br /&gt;while in real life things are always influences by circumstances, rules, and never any coincidence in those ideal fictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the techniques of filming&lt;br /&gt;I love the tone of scenes a lot&lt;br /&gt;I have only ever seen such tones only in Japanese films&lt;br /&gt;towards sunset by the river is a saturate loess yet golden colour through the whole scene&lt;br /&gt;at the beach is a titanium brightness echoing with the most beautiful blue sky&lt;br /&gt;on a grassland is a fresh vivid youth green&lt;br /&gt;How I want to make this saturate loess and titanium brightness myself too&lt;br /&gt;gotta learn it one day&lt;br /&gt;that may be also why Japanese stuff always look so cool&lt;br /&gt;under those lights everything would look cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fictionally&lt;br /&gt;their time being together in high school came to an end&lt;br /&gt;Realistically&lt;br /&gt;the drama series came to an end&lt;br /&gt;More realistically&lt;br /&gt;this holiday is about to end today&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could go forever&lt;br /&gt;but cherished memory and belief&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a bit superficial and artificial&lt;br /&gt;this drama has turned to be my belief&lt;br /&gt;not the content, not the ideal&lt;br /&gt;but the spirit, the energy&lt;br /&gt;I hope it could accompany me through HSC&lt;br /&gt;every time when I am about to fall down and sleep on&lt;br /&gt;I should think about the spirit&lt;br /&gt;those students' smiles&lt;br /&gt;that I would achieve my best&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the ever best of best of all&lt;br /&gt;This holiday will end&lt;br /&gt;The HSC year will end&lt;br /&gt;Our high school life will end&lt;br /&gt;One day our life will end too&lt;br /&gt;nothing is really a circle&lt;br /&gt;not even an ecosystem&lt;br /&gt;life would continue on&lt;br /&gt;but not the same life again&lt;br /&gt;it's the life of another individual&lt;br /&gt;or even perhaps LIFE will end as well&lt;br /&gt;In War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;it says something like humans are destined to be extinct because the higher intellectual life forms have buried the destroying machines under the ground long before we existed on Earth&lt;br /&gt;yet the values we make during our existence would not let our life be called a waste&lt;br /&gt;So why not before it ends&lt;br /&gt;we live up to every single moment&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the being of now&lt;br /&gt;make values of our own&lt;br /&gt;to remain in our cherished memory and belief&lt;br /&gt;for ourselves to deserve our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us proclaim&lt;br /&gt;Anti emo!&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8765809003459827824?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8765809003459827824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-exists-to-come-to-end.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8765809003459827824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8765809003459827824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-exists-to-come-to-end.html' title='Everything exists to come to an end'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SX6DQpscutI/AAAAAAAAABI/1X0ILT1kLjs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-8462362553731918038</id><published>2009-01-16T14:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:35:56.862+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='villains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecosystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superpower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>Continuing Ecosystems continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; and there is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;villains&lt;/span&gt;. And if we’re blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made… when meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself. And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there staring back at us is our own reflection, bearing witness to the duality of life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That each of us is capable of both the dark and the light… of good and evil… of either, of all.&lt;/span&gt; And destiny, while marching ever in our direction, can be rerouted by the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;choices we make&lt;/span&gt;. By the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love we hold onto&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;promises we keep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I would find the exact words of the voiceover from the end of Heroes Volume Three and so I did&lt;br /&gt;As usually this voiceover is the voice of Dr Suresh the Indian scientist&lt;br /&gt;I should also include the voiceover from the beginning of the same episode, or chapter&lt;br /&gt;which was Sylar's voice&lt;br /&gt;for once I think ever in all Heroes voiceover when all were done by Dr. Suresh&lt;br /&gt;I would like to talk about Sylar and this whole Volume Three Villains but not today&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next time when I am pumped with ideas and in the correct mood to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the sixth day, God created Man in his own image. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now it’s up to us to figure it all out. Right... wrong… good… evil.&lt;/span&gt; In each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote themselves to something greater, while others know only self-interest, isolating themselves in a world of their own making? Some seek love, even if unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God’s absence while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end, good, evil, right or wrong… what we choose is never what we really need. For that is the ultimate cosmic joke. The real gift that God has left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that how I have linked superheroes and their powers, ecosystems and my Geography assessment task together under these 'Ecosystems' titles&lt;br /&gt;and yes I haven't done anything more to my assessment task since the last comment on the last blog entry&lt;br /&gt;which means so far I have only done the cover page and introduction&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;There's officially only one complete week before the school starts&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be these two strike days&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't add much more time for us&lt;br /&gt;I am doing English now anyways&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what more I should say here now&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, two&lt;br /&gt;I love Heroes&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;actually three&lt;br /&gt;I love their super powers and magics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-8462362553731918038?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/8462362553731918038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuing-ecosystems-continued.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8462362553731918038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/8462362553731918038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuing-ecosystems-continued.html' title='Continuing Ecosystems continued'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-928704407915482750</id><published>2009-01-09T22:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:36:58.847+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecosystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>Ecosystems continued</title><content type='html'>HERE I AM ANNOUNCING!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED MY ASSESSMENT TASK FOR GEOGRAPHY!&lt;br /&gt;the work I have procrastinated for nearly four weeks&lt;br /&gt;so far I have done&lt;br /&gt;the cover page&lt;br /&gt;a lot huh?&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I tend to procrastinate a lot&lt;br /&gt;I even procrastinate blogging&lt;br /&gt;I have had several ideas and events that I should have blogged about days ago, weeks dao, months ago&lt;br /&gt;nah not months yet&lt;br /&gt;started the blog on December 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;a month ago should say&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we will have some flashback later&lt;br /&gt;which sounds more interesting than mere recounts&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I should be focusing on doing this assessment task right now&lt;br /&gt;it is a management plan for Centennial Park&lt;br /&gt;One of the ecosystems at risk huh?&lt;br /&gt;those science heroes do something to save it!&lt;br /&gt;Hay I borrowed some other Spiderman and Fantastic 4 comics from the library again&lt;br /&gt;another excuse to procrastinate lol&lt;br /&gt;I won't let myself I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I will have to learn to SUSTAIN study and entertainment&lt;br /&gt;'sustain' huh new hot word nowadays&lt;br /&gt;'it' word!&lt;br /&gt;Another hay Heroes is about to the season final next week on Channel 7&lt;br /&gt;and of course ages ago already in USA&lt;br /&gt;and last night I can't wait to see the final I just watched it on Youtube&lt;br /&gt;ummm not a bad one though&lt;br /&gt;just like Heroes&lt;br /&gt;always getting more and more complicated&lt;br /&gt;look forward to Season Four - Volume Four Fugitives&lt;br /&gt;someone got to be on the run then&lt;br /&gt;hmmm Prison Break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-928704407915482750?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/928704407915482750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecosystems-continued.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/928704407915482750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/928704407915482750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecosystems-continued.html' title='Ecosystems continued'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-1007579510682765407</id><published>2009-01-08T19:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:37:52.698+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian Born Chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresh of Bone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOB'/><title type='text'>The Differences between FOBs and ABCs</title><content type='html'>This would definitely have not been what I would blog. Not with this blog at least. Yes I used to have some Chinese blogs on which I ‘ranted’ (using Alison’s word) about stuff and people I hated, including FOBs perhaps, even though I myself am considered a FOB by ABC. Since I don’t know when I have changed I guess, I have not ‘ranted’ and complained as much as I used to. Am I becoming a happier person? Something for sure is that I still do complain, about the results of assessments mostly though lol. And yes I guess I have also become a more self-contented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alison has this entry about how she hates about FOBs. And I was mentioned as a FOB in it, yet a cool FOB. Should I laugh or cry? As a matter of fact I am a FOB as I have only been in Australia for two and a half year. But I don’t see myself as a FOB. Guess no FOBs would do though. Some FOBs don’t even know what FOBs are. And I do hate FOBs and their fobby behaviours actually. To respond to Alison’s dedication as well as Tim’s to this FOBs topic, I would like to present some theories on the differences between FOBs and ABCs, according to my dual experiences in Australia and China, which I have concluded during there two and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite FOBs and ABCs (not excluding Koreans and other Asians) are of the same ethnic backgrounds, they do look and act differently due to the environments they are brought up in. Here we go FOBs and ABCs are different in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin tones&lt;br /&gt;FOBs look paler while ABCs look more tanned. Hard to describe exactly, simply saying FOBs’ skins look crappy, and a personal opinion is that there is a kind of sex appeal in ABCs’ skins. The factors I think which contribute to that are the qualities of water and exposure in sunlight. The water in Australia tastes cooler and clearer while the water in Asia, especially in China, feels denser and in fact more polluted. It is usually sunny in Australia while in China you hardly see through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the skin tones being the only physical feature due to the physically environmental and climatic factors, the following mainly come from cultural influences which shape up their behaviours through time like popular cultures and groups of reference. Asian popular cultures are mainly influenced by the Japanese culture while Australian by American and beach cultures. That leads to a huge difference between FOBs and ABCs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they dress&lt;br /&gt;ABCs, as well as other Aussies, dress in a kind of simplicity – simple matching of tops and pants or dresses for girls, a straightforwardness, clothes with sizes fitting to their bodies, showing their body shape, therefore another kind of sex appeal. FOBs always try to dress like the street culture in Japan, most of the time turning out to be a totally different thing from the Japanese. In other words they look like being in too much of everything (for girls, the layers trend a long time ago), oversized shirts as well as other overdone kind of clothing. ABC girls tend to wear very short shorts, as I have noticed recently, to show off their legs (?), while FOBs wear long pants a lot to cover their legs as they think their legs are thick like elephants’. Indeed they are lol, due to the lack of physical activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair style&lt;br /&gt;This is less defining. However, some male FOBs like to have those long, thick, somehow shaped, and dyed hairstyles. Male ABCs would just have some simple haircuts, with some tend to dye their hair a lot since in Australia you are allowed to do anything to your hair unlike in China. However, some ABCs’ sense of fashion is not as strong as FOBs. Some ABCs still have those spiky gelled hairstyles. Female ABCs like to leave their hair as it is, straight, black, long. Some girls like to dye their hair in natural looking colours like brown. Female FOBs think bangs and fringes are pretty and a way to cover their foreheads as well as some thing to decorate their faces. Usually FOBs’ hair texture feels worse than ABCs: FOBs’ rougher and dryer, ABCs smoother. Some ABCs, due to higher exposure to sunlight, have a hair colour of less black. Some FOBs have oily hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manner&lt;br /&gt;Walking on streets, being in front of strangers, FOBs always try to look meek, timid, not noticing surrounding. As a result when they walk they walk in small paces, with their heads looking down. Some put their hands together in front. ABCs walk just as what they do and who they are. A lot of FOBs embrace the gangster culture. They think that is ‘cool’. So they try to act like a gang sometimes, swear, be rude to people, threaten people saying they know someone big and will ask them to fight them. While some of ABCs also do that, many ABCs again just be who they are and do what they do, not trying to pretend any anything, not being any wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of English&lt;br /&gt;Finally it is the most defining and known one. We are in Australia, an English-speaking country; of course we talk about speaking of English. FOBs speak with an accent of their language, incorrect pronunciation, incorrect use of words and grammar and so on and on. ABCs speak fluent English, yet some of them, speak in an accent, not necessarily Asian accent, but with a slight hint that you are able to tell that they also speak an Asian language. FOBs speak with the tone going down and ABCs going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I have written a report sort of thing. And I believe there are much much more differences between FOBs and ABCs I haven’t mentioned and found yet. There are the ones you can see and tell on a surface level. I also believe FOBs and ABCs definitely think and perceive things differently due to historic and cultural factors. And yes, some FOBs do try to learn English well. Yet speaking their native languages is just so much easier as to a psychological level, they need to be constantly heard and understood, since they have come to such a foreign and lonely environment for them. If they cannot attain the most basic communication they are likely to experience an emotional breakdown. That was some work I did in my Geography Major Work, or was it called something else, research project, can’t remember, in Year 11. Some FOBs don’t even have the chance to get to know any ABCs or Aussies therefore they just go with the easy way speaking their languages do their ‘thing’. After all I do agree that some FOBs, with their attitudes, are very annoying and nasty! While they cannot speak perfect English, can they learn to respect the Australian culture a little bit more? And can they leave their FOB attitudes behind in their countries and start being an Australian since they have chosen to come to Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly thanks for Alison for saying I am becoming one of the ABCs. I hate being labeled as a FOB. I am not a FOB after all. FOBs are all about their arrogance, pretension and all kinds of their attitudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-1007579510682765407?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/1007579510682765407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/differences-between-fobs-and-abcs.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1007579510682765407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/1007579510682765407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/differences-between-fobs-and-abcs.html' title='The Differences between FOBs and ABCs'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-3174994634705448746</id><published>2009-01-08T16:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:37:42.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>How I am scared of all kinds of animals except humans sometimes even humans&lt;br /&gt;Especially DOGS which some humans call the most loyal "friends"&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I walked past a house the dog there barked at me and it all made my skin crawl like there was a Dementor around&lt;br /&gt;It was just a black furry little dog though&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wouldn't know names of the dog like Chihuahua or whatehua&lt;br /&gt;But think about this&lt;br /&gt;Is it that all dogs are being hostile when they bark at strangers?&lt;br /&gt;That they are trying to protect their owners and warn you away?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps they are actually asking for help&lt;br /&gt;Help me! SOS! Free me!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we humans werechained and forced to service some four- or eight-limbed creatures&lt;br /&gt;When we saw other people&lt;br /&gt;in this case those creatures or same kind of humans as us&lt;br /&gt;light of help and freedom&lt;br /&gt;would we try our best to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;Help me! Help me! They are imprisoning me!&lt;br /&gt;But yet in a language that is not understood&lt;br /&gt;When we were ignored and seeing the light was about to pass away&lt;br /&gt;would we try even better than best almost or beyond crazy to grasp for help?&lt;br /&gt;That might be a reason why when a dog meets another dog they bark at each other so crazily&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked past the very same house&lt;br /&gt;not even past yet&lt;br /&gt;at the fence between the house before and that house&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the very same dog barking already&lt;br /&gt;I stopped right away to crossed the road&lt;br /&gt;Still barking&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't help to free you as I am scared of you&lt;br /&gt;Back home and did this blog entry that I was going to do yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised the words 'DOG' and 'GOD' are spelt one reverse of the other as I mistakenly typed 'god' for 'dog a few lines ago&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that ironic My God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-3174994634705448746?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/3174994634705448746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3174994634705448746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/3174994634705448746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7542083755564734879</id><published>2008-12-27T16:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:45:58.791+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecosystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>L.O.S.T Season08 Episode1227</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Previously on L.O.S.T...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twenty-five days ago Andrew McVittie and Nathan Li were lost in Kings Cross after a geography field trip to the Centennial Park and the Australian Museum. It was a culture encounter for them in which they experienced belonging and not belonging to a place. Correctly saying they were not lost. They were in the middle of Macleay Road which explains Nathan's question on the shops' sign with the same 'Macleay' word. Yet it was a road which seemed to go on forever and led to nowhere, in the limited time they had they gave up the quest of finding a new way out and caught a bus back to Hyde Park. The bus drove through Elizabeth Bay which reminded Nathan of Macau as he found out later. In fact that is what L.O.S.T is all about — adventures of finding a new exit in a place of nowhere without turning back. Without realisation they had done it once before after a visit to Ryde East Public School. Still without realisation another adventure awaits to take them to a land of no man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky reflects a faintest blue and is burdened with massive white clouds. It is so hot. Nathan complains. There will be a thunderstorm this afternoon. Andrew replies, as they are walking to Epping Station on the way to Macquarie Shopping Centre. The time of them in the shopping centre is to be ignored, which is the purpose of the day but the one of the adventure. On their way back Andrew suggests to walk back to Epping and Nathan agrees. The sky seems to have lowered and gives more pressure to the land. The two walk along the Epping Road. As they near Terrys Creek they notice a secret little path on the side. The adventurers' curiousity comes up immediately and leads them into the path, in a sci-fictional sense, which opens only for them and closes right after they walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a divergence not far from the entrance Andrew decides to take a piss and Nathan decides to go for the path on the right after. And that's it. They start walking through the bush with creepy figures hopping in the shade of trees and dangerous flying objects buzzing past their face. The path runs adjacent to the Terrys Creek. The canopies give them a slight coolness away from the pre-storm atmosphere. And they keep walking, walking, and walking. Again, like last time in Kings Cross, it is a one-way path, which with no divergence leads to forwards only. Yet the path goes on and on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After who knows how long but sure a lengthy and twisty walk, they come to another divergence. There is a sign which points to the left saying Browns Waterhole and another arrow pointing to where they come from as Eastwood Station. They follow the path to Browns Waterhole and enter a different biome. Compared to before this area is more arid with no canopies. They feel pressured by the leaded air and a highway, or a bridge, clearly seen running high above. Nathan slips and his anus feels like splitting, which even worsens the pain from the sting on his leg a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two can do nothing but keep walking. A sign says Lane Cove National Park and Browns Waterhole 1km. They can see houses in the front thinking exit to civilisation yet the path turns to another direction immediatly. And after another who knows how long they finally come to an exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wish. Not so lucky yet. In front of them is a wider concrete path with on their left going downhill and right uphill. There is a sign behind them indicating to path they come from: Eastwood Station 4km. Anyways they have not come from Eastwood Station but Epping which is approximately 1 to 1.5km to Eastwood Station. And, they are still in the bush in the middle of nowhere. There is no other sign at all. Instinct tells Nathan to go uphill, to a closer exit. Walking, walking uphill, walking uphill in heat, walking uphill in heat with tiredness, walking uphill in heat with tiredness with no water! And... and... and finally they see a gate! An exit! A real exit! High Fives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there is a highway. Possibly the same they saw previously. They go through a tunnel underneath the highway across the road. They realise there is no bus here at all that could take them back. Keep walking for another few metres and they find themselves in the road between Macquarie University and Epping Boys High School. They are back to where they have walked past. They have walked through a big loop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time at Kings Cross was a culture and civilisation experience. What is this? Opposite to that of Kings Cross, opposite to civilisation, intimacy with nature, realisation of belonging to natural environment, I love nature????? Possibly... The most important realisation is they, we, will definitely do that again, to walk in that path again, to walk to other divergences! The other end of the concrete path, going downhill, goes to South Turramurra, Pennant Hills and Wahroonga. That means, if Nathan's instinct didn't make the right decision, they would have ended up being walking lost in the wild by now—that Nathan wouldn't have been sitting in front of his computer right now using such a blah blah blah narrative voice telling this brand new episode of L.O.S.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two who tend to get lost every time they go out walk back to Macquarie University. Nathan buys a drink while Andrew would like to challenge his extreme endurance of not sleeping, not eating, not drinking and not resting. Wish him luck for that! And they catch a bus back to Epping Station. What is going to happen next time? Will they get lost again? Where will they end up to? All is unknown except that they know they will walk the path and the bush again! With more people, more drinks and food, on a much cooler day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time on L.O.S.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7542083755564734879?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7542083755564734879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-season08-episode1227.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7542083755564734879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7542083755564734879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-season08-episode1227.html' title='L.O.S.T Season08 Episode1227'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2852905623759358009</id><published>2008-12-24T20:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:41:12.557+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecosystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantastic Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superpower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resource'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><title type='text'>Ecosystems</title><content type='html'>Very very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;My fancies about Heroes, Spiderman and Fantastic Four have increased my interest in science&lt;br /&gt;The characters, or superheroes in all those above are common in posessing some altered genes which give them super powers or abilities&lt;br /&gt;And the characters, or the stories themselves, have got something to do with science research:&lt;br /&gt;the biotech company Pinehearst in Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker studies science like chemistry and physics&lt;br /&gt;Reed is a science nerd knowing&lt;br /&gt;Sue is a biotechnologist&lt;br /&gt;Very very interesting&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i could possess some sort of superpowers as well&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I'd like to have something like&lt;br /&gt;Superstrength&lt;br /&gt;Teleport&lt;br /&gt;Supersight&lt;br /&gt;Infinite memory&lt;br /&gt;Punching power along with fire, ice, thunder, wind&lt;br /&gt;Control of water&lt;br /&gt;ecetera ecetera (...... and 1000 more eceteras)&lt;br /&gt;Guess I look more like a pokemon here&lt;br /&gt;Ummm I will just be Peter Petrolli absorbing all powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I am still living in reality everyone&lt;br /&gt;I am still working towards my ambitions in society, culture, art, business and the greater world&lt;br /&gt;(oops it makes it sound like science is not reality)&lt;br /&gt;I am now doing some revision work for geograhy&lt;br /&gt;Some bookwork which was supposed to be done at the beginning of Term 4&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I am really talking about today&lt;br /&gt;Yet the lengthy introduction about super power is not unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;since my brain has somehow associated the geography work with those science in the superheroes stories&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I do not go anywhere near the association at all in the following as I haven't figured out what it is in words yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I am not remembering very well what I was going to say&lt;br /&gt;something about ecosystem&lt;br /&gt;since we were doing this Ecosystem at Risk topic&lt;br /&gt;I guess I learned the basis of ecosystems is about the completion of food chain and food web&lt;br /&gt;in which energy is passed on from sun, to producers, to consumers, to decomposers which pass it back to the earth and producers&lt;br /&gt;It is all about circles&lt;br /&gt;Circles of energy&lt;br /&gt;Circles of nutrient&lt;br /&gt;Circles of&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its place and value for only a certain period of time&lt;br /&gt;After this period of time&lt;br /&gt;this 'thing'&lt;br /&gt;let's call it value&lt;br /&gt;needs to pass onto next stage&lt;br /&gt;then an end&lt;br /&gt;which will come to a start again&lt;br /&gt;It is a completion of a circle&lt;br /&gt;Remember that in Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;The password is the answer to what has no start and end&lt;br /&gt;A circle&lt;br /&gt;If everything in this world is all running in circles&lt;br /&gt;namely ecosystems&lt;br /&gt;there will be no 'start' and 'end'&lt;br /&gt;and going on forever&lt;br /&gt;Yet with human interference&lt;br /&gt;things never work as wished&lt;br /&gt;Humans&lt;br /&gt;because of their&lt;br /&gt;no, our&lt;br /&gt;wants&lt;br /&gt;tend to put things in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;wanting to keep things as WE want&lt;br /&gt;as WE wish&lt;br /&gt;to OUR favour&lt;br /&gt;Can we let go?&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;not my life&lt;br /&gt;not to end my life for something else to start&lt;br /&gt;No humans can&lt;br /&gt;that's what the problem is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what my association is about?&lt;br /&gt;Circles&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am not able to name it now&lt;br /&gt;It is a subtle thing my brain works on&lt;br /&gt;To finish this off&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put in a quote I found in our geography text book&lt;br /&gt;Very very interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money&lt;br /&gt;Indian proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when this proverb came existing&lt;br /&gt;But my idea is that&lt;br /&gt;'proverb' should be pretty old&lt;br /&gt;historical even&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case&lt;br /&gt;Indians are pretty foreseeing&lt;br /&gt;since universal awareness of environmental conservation is not an old thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2852905623759358009?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2852905623759358009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecosystems.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2852905623759358009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2852905623759358009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecosystems.html' title='Ecosystems'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-984308220023927736</id><published>2008-12-21T23:40:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:42:11.426+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mckey Sullivan'/><title type='text'>Extraneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SU45y1Rn32I/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1dT72u4i6o/s1600-h/mckey3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282222958409408354" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SU45y1Rn32I/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1dT72u4i6o/s320/mckey3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously this is a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Mckey Sullivan by the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I am thinking about me having this hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it looks unisex anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually it looks quite boyish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when my hair grows long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it goes so flat and uncontrollable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dot dot dot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I will tryyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-984308220023927736?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/984308220023927736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/extraneous.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/984308220023927736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/984308220023927736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/extraneous.html' title='Extraneous'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f44_OIYDdLg/SU45y1Rn32I/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1dT72u4i6o/s72-c/mckey3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6218023271458257711</id><published>2008-12-11T18:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:47:08.326+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part IV Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is when you experience one extreme you find out how the other extreme is more suitable. It is when you feel that you don’t belong to a place you realize how you really belong to the right place of yours in the world. Alas, to find the right you need to experience the wrong. Let’s all do something WRONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of familiarity remained&lt;br /&gt;Even as we crossed the road to the other side&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I did not take any photos of the place of such significance&lt;br /&gt;We walked past the Coca-Cola billboards&lt;br /&gt;Which somehow are the symbols of the city’s modernity and the dictating influence on materialism by, generally, capitalists&lt;br /&gt;There are two giant billboards one is the classic logo of the red base and white ribbon-like writing of Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;The other one, with a green tone, is of a great freshness with several empty, or looking empty, coke bottles&lt;br /&gt;As we kept walking the road diverged into another two directions&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me another dream I had&lt;br /&gt;In which I thought I was in New York walking in a street with crowded little buildings&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it was only a reflection of another place in Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we were I guessed that was Kings Cross&lt;br /&gt;It was like suddenly the mentality of the place came over on me&lt;br /&gt;That I was not even able to observe details around me as I always do&lt;br /&gt;Bludgers&lt;br /&gt;Adult shops&lt;br /&gt;Travel agency people handing leaflets&lt;br /&gt;Were all I can remember&lt;br /&gt;And a name something like ‘Macleay’ or something else appearing on a series of shops’ signs&lt;br /&gt;I guess the two of us little high school lads would have been looking so intimidated to other people on the street&lt;br /&gt;We kept on walking without any stopping at all forward&lt;br /&gt;The road turned left and we followed&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and I both agreed that it was such a good experience about cultural encounter and belonging and not belonging, i.e. good practice for English&lt;br /&gt;It was till when Andrew received a call from his father we realized we needed to find our way back to Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;I would never like to walk all the same way back when exploring&lt;br /&gt;I always believe I have a subtle navigator inside me which would lead me to find the way out without turning back&lt;br /&gt;After walking past several dead end roads on the side and the road seemed to lead to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It appeared that we had no much time to experiment&lt;br /&gt;And there is always a bus as I noticed a bus-stop on the opposite side&lt;br /&gt;We waited for a few minutes and caught the bus back to Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that the bus would go straight to Central&lt;br /&gt;But the bus went through some narrow streets near the sea which reminded me of Macau so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew’s father was waiting for us at the square opposite to Australian Museum&lt;br /&gt;And he showed us a swimming pool there&lt;br /&gt;Yes a swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;A swimming pool underneath the city!&lt;br /&gt;Forgive our lack of knowledge on the city if you do&lt;br /&gt;I found the fact of the swimming pool being in the underground of the urban city so amazing&lt;br /&gt;I so will hit the pool one day ~ HIT the pool!&lt;br /&gt;While the public bus had been such a key throughout the day’s journey&lt;br /&gt;We ended it with the little private car of Andrew’s father’s&lt;br /&gt;In which I had a big nap on the way back to our suburban&lt;br /&gt;Back to our non-urban life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having written the journey of the day separately in parts&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much urge to myself to summarise and evaluate the whole day&lt;br /&gt;Yet…&lt;br /&gt;Beyond words let it be&lt;br /&gt;The walking to Kings Cross was such a great experience once again&lt;br /&gt;Shame we did not get to see what Kings Cross is famous for you know&lt;br /&gt;It was like a piece of our own puzzle of building our knowledge on the city&lt;br /&gt;The urban&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a saying from the students’ Architecture work catalogue from the University of Sydney&lt;br /&gt;I will find it word for word for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Architecture is like playing a never ending puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for the missing puzzles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, See Ming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of the story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6218023271458257711?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6218023271458257711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_11.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6218023271458257711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6218023271458257711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_11.html' title='December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part IV Final'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-6332351857841794051</id><published>2008-12-10T21:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:45:26.053+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Déjà vu. What can I say about déjà vu? Is it something you have seen in your dreams previously and you are now seeing in front of you? Or is it something or feeling you have experienced physically which is happening now? Or can we simply say déjà vu is the re-experience of similarity? Or is it that sometimes déjà vu is not déjà vu but your grasp of the image in your mind you don’t let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have said all the same things in those lines above&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t be trying to be smart&lt;br /&gt;As I have written these lines a few days ago let me put myself back there&lt;br /&gt;Following what happened in Part II&lt;br /&gt;Alright yes we finished our fieldtrip in Centennial Park very very soon&lt;br /&gt;Shortest excursion ever&lt;br /&gt;Still we had something else –&lt;br /&gt;Sort of extension for the day&lt;br /&gt;Again the ten plus one of us headed back to where we came in and waited for the bus&lt;br /&gt;Again the bus arrived soon as if the giant had been smart planning the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Part III officially starts here&lt;br /&gt;Dipped in and took back our mighty school bus pass&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;Is it that the new Volvo Sydney buses do not have any windows you can open while the worse is that the driver doesn’t turn the air conditioning on or well enough?&lt;br /&gt;I realized that just because I was starting to smell poo-poo!&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was me who stepped on some shit in the park!&lt;br /&gt;The reason was that the stink became stronger whenever I moved my feet!&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I consoled myself that it could be the guy who was sitting in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I kept minimum talking and avoided taking big breath&lt;br /&gt;The bus drove in the shade of skyscrapers as we moved in the city again&lt;br /&gt;The fresh air gave us a cool welcome when we got off the bus&lt;br /&gt;We went through Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Hyde Park is like a copy of the Central Park in New York or I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I will find that out as I learn more in the area of architecture&lt;br /&gt;We went through Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;Past the great gorgeous Sydney Grammar&lt;br /&gt;To the greater and more gorgeous next door Australian Museum&lt;br /&gt;Not a big fan of the ‘treasures’ of the world&lt;br /&gt;As we came to see collections of insects…&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to remember what we saw&lt;br /&gt;As we saw collections of insects, amphibians…&lt;br /&gt;I will call them Australian animals alright&lt;br /&gt;Then minerals and dinosaur skeletons&lt;br /&gt;And that was it&lt;br /&gt;I got the impression from our teacher that the museum would be much bigger yet it was not&lt;br /&gt;What’s good is that I came up with an idea that I want to own a museum with all my collections for people to look over&lt;br /&gt;Not these animals and whatever obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still early when we finished, well, the whole excursion&lt;br /&gt;Providing I didn’t want to go home and Andrew Mcvittie had to wait for his father&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go somewhere do some exploration&lt;br /&gt;Yet before we did that the four of us David Moore, Daniel Carrigy, Andrew and me, went in the Coffee Club have a little playing of private school kids having coffee reading newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Note that I didn’t get any coffee or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I’m not writing very well today having been exhausted from today&lt;br /&gt;Very literally indeed&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love Las Vegas the TV show which is on on Channel 7 right now&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why Lady GaGa singing da da da da da da da da da da da da Pokerface would appear on the ad for the new album of the Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;However I will end this part of the story back with what I intended to –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing the private business in the Coffee Club we, Andrew and me, headed back to the direction of Australian Museum&lt;br /&gt;There were more people walking on the streets now as it was around 4pm at that time&lt;br /&gt;We were heading towards Kings Cross&lt;br /&gt;Yes you got it right Kings Cross&lt;br /&gt;Since neither of us had been there before and it was so close&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling of stepping into a different realm on the way walking there&lt;br /&gt;Yes we were about to explore a new realm which was completely foreign to us&lt;br /&gt;As Andrew said he could saw the big Coca-Cola sign we started walking up a slope almost like walking up a bridge&lt;br /&gt;On the right was an apartment building which I think looks so much like those of a bit middle to upper class in Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;And in front of me on top on the slope were several buildings with large signs with the main road diverged into two, or more, directions&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;Some memory came up to me&lt;br /&gt;The familiarity of walking up&lt;br /&gt;The dream of walking up the bridge&lt;br /&gt;The dream of being at a similar place&lt;br /&gt;A slope to the high place with buildings on top of the hill…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call this déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about déjà vu?&lt;br /&gt;It would be definitely amazing if only, and only, have I seen the place in my dreams, and now I am being there&lt;br /&gt;Yet déjà vu is not always déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;As I recalled I did have been to places like this in Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;And the walking up a bridge&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I have actually physically done that or just in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Blurry, blurry images&lt;br /&gt;Which I might have never let go&lt;br /&gt;Which must have meant something to me&lt;br /&gt;Something I got to do with a place like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-6332351857841794051?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/6332351857841794051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6332351857841794051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/6332351857841794051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_10.html' title='December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part III'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-4825248923872086731</id><published>2008-12-10T17:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:48:02.141+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>December 10, 2008 – Interlude: that summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is a song sung along the road&lt;br /&gt;A road that leads to the mission&lt;br /&gt;Neglected behind though&lt;br /&gt;The song reaches through air&lt;br /&gt;What’s in a hurry and why not stop to wait?&lt;br /&gt;It is through the humming, the smiles and the breeze comes the lost youth again&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more than an agreeing quietness&lt;br /&gt;Spring goes and summer follows&lt;br /&gt;What happened that summer, and that summer, and that summer, and all those past summers?&lt;br /&gt;What is the feeling when the breeze blows on the face?&lt;br /&gt;A trigger of memory yet a reminder of the mission&lt;br /&gt;Pace resumes and hurries forward&lt;br /&gt;The song is still sung accompanying the morning journey&lt;br /&gt;It is through the humming, the smiles and the breeze comes the lost youth again&lt;br /&gt;The lost and forgotten sensation of innocence&lt;br /&gt;It is a song of summer&lt;br /&gt;Of this summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to write without the using of ‘you’ ‘I’ ‘me’ and other personal pronounces&lt;br /&gt;And yes such a relief when I can finally use it as I come to a different form of expression&lt;br /&gt;I drew myself away from the continuation of the journey of that day in city for the Extension 2 Mathematics assessment today&lt;br /&gt;HSC and coming first in all assessments and exams is all my life now&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up in any of the tests means the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;It will be the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so determined and this is the last high school year for me to show my deserved ability which I did not show in the last two years&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is&lt;br /&gt;That I actually did well unexpectedly and the catching up next year will scale me up to my desired first&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a word before describing my obsession with coming first just for wanting to be first as ‘self-something’ I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Anyways things would never happen in the way you want the harder and harder you push&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer from The School For Excellence said everything in this world is about reverse psychology&lt;br /&gt;I might need to take it easy a bit&lt;br /&gt;So do you! Everyone who is being competitive in Year 12 Ryde Secondary College 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Some famous person said holidays are for a person to look backward and forward&lt;br /&gt;Which I agree with so so so much&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was not able to do that in the last holiday which results in my failure today&lt;br /&gt;When was my last good sleep without any worries and disturbance?&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I can only have that if I live alone or stay in a hotel&lt;br /&gt;Truly a hotel is very nice and comfortable with large soft beds, pillows and air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and sigh again&lt;br /&gt;It is not time to talk about any of these now&lt;br /&gt;I should be back to the continuation of the story of that day as this is a building up for my ambition having had a break from everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-4825248923872086731?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/4825248923872086731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-10-2008-interlude-that-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4825248923872086731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/4825248923872086731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-10-2008-interlude-that-summer.html' title='December 10, 2008 – Interlude: that summer'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-7840764090143859348</id><published>2008-12-06T23:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:49:36.004+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you believe what you see? Do you believe what I say? Is what you see really what it is? Trust yourself, perhaps what you see is what it is. Yet many times it is covered by me. I am not lying though. I am just re-placing the facts and concealing the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came in a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that we are still some unproductive consumers and the fact that we have no extra money and the fact that we have a bus pass and the fact using the bus pass is free and the fact that we have to pay for our bus fare&lt;br /&gt;Why pay?&lt;br /&gt;Just dip hey!&lt;br /&gt;It was an empty bus with no workers hurrying to offices and the bus headed off to the outskirt of, I might say, or just away from the CBD southeastwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus drove through some narrow streets&lt;br /&gt;Still in the gaps of skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;And past the model agency which America’s Next Top Model Season 8 had their models do their go-see in&lt;br /&gt;I always remembered these kinds of stuff&lt;br /&gt;Not that the premise or shop I remembered&lt;br /&gt;But street view that gave me the familiarity from TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing some sport fields rugby players, or whatever that sport player is, practicing, and Sydney Boys and Girls&lt;br /&gt;And we arrived at the Centennial Park&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the flies and their enthusiastic kisses&lt;br /&gt;We had this sort of lesson about the development and management of the Park with this Mark guy&lt;br /&gt;What has the building of the city brought to the local ecosystem?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be critical about civilization and urbanization as many would do&lt;br /&gt;At least I would prefer being civilised and living in a city rather than out in the wild with Nature&lt;br /&gt;Yet we must manage to sustain the harmony between the urban and the environment&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s what we are learning and what we need to achieve as a Geographer as we were called&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at learning how step by step the ponds work to filter the water from runoff&lt;br /&gt;The four ponds in order eliminate rubbish, nutrient, bacteria and to the last cooling the water down&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some fieldwork practice about biotic and abiotic factors&lt;br /&gt;Our visit at the Park was not long and kind of rigid in terms of sitting down on the grass on a slope and flirting with flies&lt;br /&gt;But lucky it was not very hot with some cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;Well have a feeling I’m missing something about the Park but can’t think of anything else interesting&lt;br /&gt;Anyways when I do my report on this fieldtrip I might be able to upload some more things about it&lt;br /&gt;And the giant was very anticipated about where we were going next…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking by myself makes me thinking about a lot&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of thoughts and ideas came in my mind today&lt;br /&gt;Which include, that&lt;br /&gt;I’m very worried about my business assessment&lt;br /&gt;I guess I forgot to put in some point&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I can’t afford to stuff up for even once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-7840764090143859348?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/7840764090143859348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_06.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7840764090143859348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/7840764090143859348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through_06.html' title='December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part II'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-211013401604620971</id><published>2008-12-05T22:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:50:42.764+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'>December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A journal is a record of things which spontaneously come across. It is personal to the writer. It doesn't even have to be in a mutual language that everyone understands - As long as the writer expresses and signposts him- or herself through time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath of an unnecessary hell of worry, my subconscious fell me deep asleep to protect my secret from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Could I have used what happened three days ago if I was confronted with questioning which didn't happen or just yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to blog my journal in English,&lt;br /&gt;since it's about my personal experiences and ideas, instead of being convenient for any whom to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days ago, December 2, 2008, was a ... I don't know, can't think of a word that covers all we had on the day.&lt;br /&gt;But simply, I would say, memorable?&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day since I started writing my journal&lt;br /&gt;and I could have blogged this back then.&lt;br /&gt;But you know I was being too busy and tired these three days&lt;br /&gt;only now could I sit down and organise my memory providing that I have finished most of my assessments except Extension 2 Maths and Geography due next term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitedly as the Geography class of ten plus one of us caught a bus towards the city&lt;br /&gt;Even the bus is of another atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;-on the bus were white collar working in the city, private school kids, all of who were well dressed in suits as well as some of those who I think were college students and dress casually yet filled with a sense of modern style&lt;br /&gt;-all of which, intangible, are something a suburban bus full of Asian spoiled so-called selective kids who can’t do nothing would never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus drove through the Anzac Bridge above a sea of water of Parramatta River and a sea of heated cars exposing in the sun all the time. And the bus closed in the city and was surrounded by sky-high walls of buildings and hotfooted city walkers hopping to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the bus in the middle of the city namely Town Hall. We were told that we needed to hurry up to the next next street to catch the bus coming in a few minutes, of course, by this giant whom we call Teacher. Stormed off as he did, we had to run up to catch this giant’s walking who has a pair of legs as long as our whole body. (That was an exaggeration.) By the way one of the shops we went past by, can’t remember which though, was on Make Me A Super Model where the models were doing a task of modeling still in a window in front of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started running, along the street, then across the road. It was such a good city experience as I thought and was about to take out my camera to take some photos. Anyways it was not a right time to do so then. A little more running like grasping for life, and here we were at the bus-stop behind the shadow of Myer or David Jones waiting for our shuttle to our first destination…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was a long day and I decided to record it all, I divided this day’s journal into parts. And that was Part I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-211013401604620971?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/211013401604620971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/211013401604620971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/211013401604620971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2-2008-untitled-day-through.html' title='December 2, 2008 – An Untitled Day through City Part I'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246313081522023016.post-2027626049805970620</id><published>2008-12-05T21:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:52:25.376+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>December 1, 2008 – Summer starts-when everything is at a new beginning</title><content type='html'>(Mind ya this is a translation from my original archive in Chinese after I decided to blog in English when I did my second archive. Here we go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in the summer of 2008 in the Southern Hemisphere&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I got to really do something for my architecture possession&lt;br /&gt;It could be said that it was an amazing or unexpected day today&lt;br /&gt;What on earth inspired me to start blogging over again?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I’ m doing this for my prospect in architecture more than anything else&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to school this morning I was reading a catalogue student works from the faculty of architecture of the University of Sydney&lt;br /&gt;There I found that what people do in architecture is mostly art and drawing based&lt;br /&gt;Some of the displaying works are even just some pure art work&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I gotta do this!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of engineering&lt;br /&gt;Engineering is more like for maths people&lt;br /&gt;(though some people see me as a maths nerdy person, I’ m more into arts ok?)&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a name on the catalogue which I’m pretty sure that she was one of the contestants for that Miss Chinese in Sydney or whatever the name of the competition is&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what happened in school can be neglected for now except somehow I discovered a new self&lt;br /&gt;Home after school&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cindy Wu asked me to look at this person’s blog, Mr. Z.W Leung, who I have nothing to do with at all&lt;br /&gt;I’ m not describing what is on the blog here&lt;br /&gt;Yet my thought after reading is that I’m not funny I’m not outgoing I’m not cool I’m not your boy!&lt;br /&gt;Then as I went showering and was taking off my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;I should, as I used to, belong to the world of visual image and media&lt;br /&gt;And out of nowhere came another thought as I was about to start showering&lt;br /&gt;I should be writing something!&lt;br /&gt;I should be recording something!&lt;br /&gt;Something I like&lt;br /&gt;Something related to architecture&lt;br /&gt;Cities and urban places!&lt;br /&gt;Here it came ‘My Urban Journal’ that I’m going record on&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I’m starting my own project&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that you would live more energetically and productively when you have an actual aim to go for?&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that I wouldn’t fail trying like before anymore&lt;br /&gt;It is a suitable day to start doing something today though&lt;br /&gt;And this project will be own Major Work of Architecture, Visual Art, Photography, Media and~&lt;br /&gt;Extension 2 English!&lt;br /&gt;Since I want to some kind of major work so much but I’ m not doing art and can’t do 4 unit English at all&lt;br /&gt;It would be a great practical work for me to put n my portfolio&lt;br /&gt;I reckon Blog is a good media to put works on&lt;br /&gt;Which is inspired by Mr. T.L (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;Whose Extension 2 Major work is a series of blog entries&lt;br /&gt;Not a big fan of Internet and blogs stuff&lt;br /&gt;Yet I think blogs are good in terms of recording at any time&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda troublesome due to the fact you need to upload it&lt;br /&gt;And you can have people from all over everywhere to read and share your ideas and, your vain hopes&lt;br /&gt;Hmm! And Hmm! One more Hmmm! (keep nodding!)&lt;br /&gt;This journal will be my record of my ideas, opinions, prospects etc etc on arctitecture, media and modern society&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Hmm again!&lt;br /&gt;Here we come! My Urban Journal!&lt;br /&gt;That was my first entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I will be going to the Centennial Park in the city for Geography fieldwork&lt;br /&gt;I hope there will be an actual record for the journal tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But usually I'm too lazy to upload the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact this thing could be seen as written as a tribute for SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;Not telling who yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looking back the last blog entry I had was on the day I turned 18&lt;br /&gt;After which I couldn’t bother to blog anymore until now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246313081522023016-2027626049805970620?l=urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/feeds/2027626049805970620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-1-2008-summer-starts-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2027626049805970620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246313081522023016/posts/default/2027626049805970620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanisedjournalism.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-1-2008-summer-starts-when.html' title='December 1, 2008 – Summer starts-when everything is at a new beginning'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276040129873979569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi3tQu5wWr4/TaBpwjsaAeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wpVjyaM4nWs/s220/20110208737.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
