<?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-11549310</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:47:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Of SHAHREN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-115538658821561151</id><published>2006-08-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:43:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/1184/320/10.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/1184/320/10.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jafar, Sharill and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-115538658821561151?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/115538658821561151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=115538658821561151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/115538658821561151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/115538658821561151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2006/08/jafar-sharill-and-iposted-by-shahren.html' title=''/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-115538655213415074</id><published>2006-08-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:42:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/1184/320/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/1184/320/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-115538655213415074?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/115538655213415074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=115538655213415074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/115538655213415074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/115538655213415074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2006/08/sharillposted-by-shahren.html' title=''/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-113014560977733898</id><published>2005-10-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:50:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Percent Aspiration And Ninety Nine Percent Perspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One Percent Aspiration And Ninety Nine Percent Perspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I only attended campus once last week for less then two hours on Monday. Missed an assessment on Tuesday and lost touch with classroom matters and affairs almost completely if not for my dear friends keeping me abreast. I slacked big time and it is only appropriate for me to spring back up on my own two feet and get this rusty machinery of a brain lubricated and whizzing. The upbeat tempo was slowed down to a faint heartbeat with playtimes bordering on twenty four seven. Time to speed things up a little. I have not much tick-tockings left to waste. I need to take some moments off from my social life and start turning up for classes again. Take a break and focus on my studies. Not that it was deterioriating anyway but attention and concentration are paramount for the finals sometime next month. I cannot afford to be complacent and idle. The graduation ceremony will not be graced by many including myself. There are better things for us to do out there in the wild. I am tantamount to debarment and just waiting apprehensively for the official words to be released next week. However i will fight till the last drop of my sweat for a successful appeal to sit for those damn papers. I am feeling a tinge of confidence manifesting inside me but i am trying not to over develop it. I need to stay calm and steady notwithstanding the state of being too poise could lead to a road much more precarious. Nothing is for certain right now. How i shrug and shudder in the name of perplexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-113014560977733898?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/113014560977733898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=113014560977733898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113014560977733898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113014560977733898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-percent-aspiration-and-ninety-nine.html' title='One Percent Aspiration And Ninety Nine Percent Perspiration'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-113008953143575359</id><published>2005-10-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:03:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells Like Teen Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20010%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20010%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20022%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" height="236" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20022%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-113008953143575359?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/113008953143575359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=113008953143575359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113008953143575359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113008953143575359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/smells-like-teen-spirit.html' title='Smells Like Teen Spirit'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-113008418005566060</id><published>2005-10-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:09:49.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Can Play The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Two Can Play The Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A few nights ago i got into a huge fight with my boo. I am telling you it was massive. The controversy got the both of us down to tears. It was like the floodgate breaking loose or the collapse of Hatchtown dam. We never had a quarrel this tremendous and immense in years since God knows when i cannot even conjure. No vocabulary in any dictionary could describe how relieved and alleviated i was when the battle came to a cessation. Webster would be brought down to shame. We made up and submit to peace and love when it was just too sore to go on. Though the wreckage and debris of World War Three still remains fresh and intact i forgave my partner more then willingly and could only pray and hope that disaster like this would never have to occur again. It just hurts so bad. Thank you for the Lion King Special Edition collector's DVD gift set. I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-113008418005566060?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/113008418005566060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=113008418005566060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113008418005566060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113008418005566060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-can-play-game.html' title='Two Can Play The Game'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-113007226537571816</id><published>2005-10-23T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:34:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Squad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cool Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20029%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20029%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-113007226537571816?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/113007226537571816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=113007226537571816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113007226537571816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/113007226537571816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-squad.html' title='Cool Squad'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112973058870117022</id><published>2005-10-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:03:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sacrifice As Means To An End</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Sacrifice As Means To An End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dark shadows loomed over my shoulder as very little light could penetrate through my frosted windowpane. As i gazed beyond the horizon i could see gloomy clouds overcastting the cerulean sky. Rain clouds were forming and soon the pitter-pattering of a deluge was distinct. The cat and dog weather had plagued my hometown of late and i am relishing it. I welcomed the monsoon with a grin. The moderately cold temperature definitely helps in enlightening my abstinence from food and water. I had been fasting for two weeks now and triumphantly reached the halfway mark. I am proud of my achievements. It was no easy task especially after witnessing the live acts of direct blesphemy in the eyes of the public. It peeves me to see Muslims irregardless of age or gender forthrightly feasting in the open. Have they no shame and respect for this holy month? It saddens me deeply. I will soon embrace Eid Mubarak with arms wide outstretched. It is a significant festival where adherents of Islam all across the globe simultaneously rejoice and unite as one dignified and exalted family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112973058870117022?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112973058870117022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112973058870117022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112973058870117022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112973058870117022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-sacrifice-as-means-to-end.html' title='To Sacrifice As Means To An End'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112928359766799408</id><published>2005-10-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:56:08.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not For The Faint Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not For The Faint Hearted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Budak%20Gila%20028%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Budak%20Gila%20028%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Budak%20Gila%20014%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Budak%20Gila%20014%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20023%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" height="239" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20023%20%28Small%291.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not For The Faint Hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112928359766799408?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112928359766799408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112928359766799408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112928359766799408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112928359766799408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-for-faint-hearted_14.html' title='Not For The Faint Hearted'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112928038271194496</id><published>2005-10-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:02:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Kids Run Wild At The Backyards</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When The Kids Run Wild At The Backyards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sad thoughts and painful memories came pouring in for the month of October brings far too much misery and great woe. Every year during the fasting month i will be at my most depressed and forlorned. I cannot help but think about my mirthful yet excruciating past with my intimate companions and loved ones whom i spent most of my time with running around and making merry till the sun goes down on us and we will bid farewell only to meet again at the break of dawn. I am seldom at home and mummy will complain and nag. But i could not care less. I was enjoying myself and having so much fun with my brothers and sisters. We had formed a mutual fellowship that was somewhat tangible and closely knitted. I missed my secondary school days where a group of us will stay back after curriculum hours and hang around to prattle or scheme up acts of mischiefs. It was crazy and unforgettable. We will go mosque hopping for free porridges and bazaar hunting for sweets and candy or simply mingle around to soak in the ambience during Ramadhan. Now we are all grown up and barely in contact. But there was this particular person who matters the most to me in my life back then and even now after six throbbing and grievous years. I cannot even bring myself to mention the name here for it will bring a tear to my eye. I miss you and will always do. Even if i want to forget about you which i had tried oh so many times before but failed pathetically. Guess you are here to stay forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112928038271194496?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112928038271194496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112928038271194496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112928038271194496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112928038271194496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-kids-run-wild-at-backyards.html' title='When The Kids Run Wild At The Backyards'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112902244339947052</id><published>2005-10-11T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:23:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Say We Are A Cute Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People Say We Are A Cute Couple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20021%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20021%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Say We Are A Cute Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112902244339947052?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112902244339947052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112902244339947052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112902244339947052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112902244339947052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-say-we-are-cute-couple.html' title='People Say We Are A Cute Couple'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112902071431202354</id><published>2005-10-11T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:42:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reign Of Terror Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Reign Of Terror Is Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was overcome with grief and regret while having a conversation with a chinese friend who proved reliable on the other end of the receiver not too long ago. Thereupon i grew flaccid very swiftly and collapsed into a pile of dust amidst the deprivation of food and water as i am fasting for the seventh day. My face turned pale and i could almost felt the essence of my sorry soul escaping through my nasal passage. I was told of a very shocking and sorrowful news. It was hard for him to dispense the information predicting the utter disappointment in me but he understood the importance of my acknowledgement. The weight was burdening on me already and he spared not a second longer in relating to me that i am at an extreme risk of being debarred from the finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He had spoken to the class advisor today when i was snoring composedly at home away from lectures and tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My knees went flimsy and i tried to gain composure. My mind went into a fry and my life is in a complete mayhem. The dynamic duo Chaos and Anarchy had found a path and made such grand entree in my world as i tremble in agony. I was advised to appeal my case since i am flourishing academically despite the lack of attendance. Not one of my tests and assessments were scored below a distinction. I achieved all projects that transcends beyond satisfactory levels. My involvements and participations in class matters were taken very seriously as i hold the position of Chairperson. I had also organised various activities successfully and made the class proud. I will have a talk with William soon and beseech to be able to sit for the examinations which i have faith in excelling with flying colours. I genuinely hope that i will not be given the boot as i am eagerly yearning to stay.&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/11549310-112902071431202354?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112902071431202354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112902071431202354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112902071431202354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112902071431202354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/reign-of-terror-is-over.html' title='The Reign Of Terror Is Over'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112896301145383459</id><published>2005-10-11T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:55:20.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camera Whores&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20013%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20013%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20018%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Budak%20Gila%20018%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112896301145383459?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112896301145383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112896301145383459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112896301145383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112896301145383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/camera-whores_11.html' title='Camera Whores'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112894041585388821</id><published>2005-10-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:40:25.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mass Becomes Evenly Distributed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Mass Becomes Evenly Distributed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gone were the days when i could fit into a size twenty eight. Time to buy lottery if i could squeeze this voluptuous butt into a size thirty. I was doing some houshold chores yesterday when something terrible suddenly struck my attention. As i was clearing up my cabinet and ironing the garments it painstakingly occurred to me that pairs after pairs of fresh Levi's were out of proportion for the amplitude of my waist. It was an alarming discovery and a miserable one as well. Not only had i been tipping the weighing scale by a kilogram each month i need to make some major adjustments to the ensemble of clothes i wear to avoid an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction. It is a costly alternative chalking up quite a computation in my credit card usage if i continue to gain some serious pounds. When all else fails and hope is diminishing down from the heaven beckons the divine month of fasting in all it's glory on wings of the saviour. I expect to cut some paunch and plump to suit into my deluxe denims and get back in shape to retrieve a stamina i proudly flaunt before but now lost to the force of gravity. 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We are also required to perform the act of voluntarily doing without all pleasures called abstinence in a ritual to purify ourselves as it is one of the five main obligations stated in the Quran termed as the sacred book and guide of Islam. It contains fascinating wonders such as revelations decreed to Prophet Mohammed by Allah Almighty. Some heavy stuffs there huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Though remarkable and immense the temptations and enticements may be with the aroma of the chicken rice filling my senses when passing by the hawker centre and the sights of seductive senoritas in campus i vow to strive and accomplish the best of my ability in this area of necessity as instructed by my religion. I will devote myself with faith and earnestness. Today is the first day and i pulled through successfully without breaking a sweat. I am not going to countdown the remaining twenty nine days as it is not the ideal attitude and behaviour. I am going to absorb and soak in the grace that this month brings.&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/11549310-112852793855408798?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112852793855408798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112852793855408798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112852793855408798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112852793855408798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&apos;Tis The Season To Be 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the way you did you fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I have learned the hard way to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i never strayed too far from the sidewalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because of you i learned to play on the safe side so i do not get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i find it hard to find it hard to trust not only me&lt;br /&gt;But everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because of you i am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way and it is not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry because i know that is weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am forced to fake a smile a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart cannot possibly break when it was not even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die i heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young you should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else you just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now i cry in the middle of the night doing the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i never strayed to far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i learned to play on the safe side so i do not get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i do not know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i am ashamed of my life because it is empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you i am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112834811758291171?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112834393276109857</id><published>2005-10-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:53:38.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake That Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shake That Thing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20003%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20003%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake That Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112834393276109857?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112834393276109857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112834393276109857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112834393276109857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112834393276109857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/shake-that-thing_03.html' title='Shake That Thing'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112834146307652859</id><published>2005-10-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:11:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Hath' No Fury Like A Woman's Scorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hell Hath' No Fury Like A Woman's Scorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The week had been rough with conflicts arising within the group again. It sucks to see history repeating itself consecutively not that it was of any consolation to the peace treaty we pledged on upholding. It was all bluff but no stuff. When it comes to crunch time all else crumble and only then can the true test of friendship be determined. Not everyone can withstand the hardship and pain of preserving even the most fundamental of a bona fide relationship. Who dares declare that it was easy. Life itself was never meant to be mediocre. Let there be one true friend then many superficial ones. A doctrine i took to notice that strikes a familiar chord to many. Without a doubt i was utterly disappointed and furious. It would had been a pleasant experience on this endless voyage of self discovery if the highlight was not focused on petty squabbles among ourselves. I had arrived to a point of puking with disgust as i was sick to the stomach. Hypocrisy knows no boundary. Truly i had my fair share of misfortunes and bad luck. It is high tide for my role in this drama to recite enough is enough as stated in the monologue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112834146307652859?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112834146307652859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112834146307652859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112834146307652859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112834146307652859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/10/hell-hath-no-fury-like-womans-scorn.html' title='Hell Hath&apos; No Fury Like A Woman&apos;s Scorn'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112799838375758787</id><published>2005-09-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:00:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enterprising Entrepeneurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enterprising Entrepeneurs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Office%20Wear%20036%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Office%20Wear%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterprising Entrepeneurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112799838375758787?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112799838375758787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112799838375758787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112799838375758787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112799838375758787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/enterprising-entrepeneurs.html' title='Enterprising Entrepeneurs'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112799731306036109</id><published>2005-09-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:47:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writ Of Habeas Corpus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Writ Of Habeas Corpus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was loitering with the usual people under the void deck yesterday when a team of detectives approached us. The plain clothed officers scrutinised us thoroughly and found pornography in my friend's handphone. It scared the shit out of him when threatened with a hefty fine but ironically left scot free with only a harsh warning. He was as pale as a ghost. The officer did however made a huge deal out of the situation and i am sure that buddy of mine learnt his lesson darn well. Sadly the same cannot be said about the underaged smokers quivering with fear. The panic was apparent in their eyes and from the clattering of their joints but they refused to turn over a new leaf and almost bought another pack of cigarettes right after the policemen departed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As usual i stood out among the rest. I am not an idiot to sit there playing dumb zipping my lips and allowing the agents to treat me like some kind of junk. I am an educated citizen so treat me with dignity and respect. Shutting my mouth was not an option when provoked. I had my two cents worth when interrogated by the law enforcers. I was irritated by their crude behaviour and lost my composure. Their attitude was simply repugnant. I became rude and repulsive. I felt that they were abusing their authority and somewhat asserted that intuition right in their face. It got them fuming with fury and like i gave a bloody crap. The whole ordeal took more then an hour. It was quite a bittersweet experience for most leaving a big bang that lasts a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112799731306036109?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112799731306036109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112799731306036109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112799731306036109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112799731306036109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/writ-of-habeas-corpus.html' title='Writ Of Habeas Corpus'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112782673779321182</id><published>2005-09-27T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:22:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rolling Good Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20039%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20041%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Office%20Wear%20041%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Good Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112782673779321182?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112782673779321182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112782673779321182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112782673779321182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112782673779321182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/rolling-good-time.html' title='Rolling Good Time'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112782401862992538</id><published>2005-09-27T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:52:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me Badly Tripping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You Got Me Badly Tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I barely blog nowadays. Too indolent and narcoleptic to even type a word or two and busy hustling with the daily bustling of life in Singapore. The rat race mounting the corporate ladder is neverending like a caged hamster scampering the mill. Got into trouble two weeks ago. Had a dispute with a lecturer and she lodged a complain against me. It was the last straw. I was reported and summoned by a section head and member of the disciplinary committee. I was also given an undertaking form for my appalling attendance. I received a new copy two days ago but i ripped it apart and thrashed it down the bin. I give no hoot about no nothing. Still going strong scoring distinctions papers after papers despite the series of misconducts. I am not a recalcitrant delinquent. Just do not cross the line and know the limits. I possess potentials. Underestimate my prowess and live to see your loss. You do not want to mess with the wrong person. Have i not warned you many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112782401862992538?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112782401862992538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112782401862992538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112782401862992538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112782401862992538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-got-me-badly-tripping.html' title='You Got Me Badly Tripping'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112762863860786689</id><published>2005-09-25T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:14:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Chill%20Out%20014%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Chill%20Out%20014%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112762863860786689?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112762863860786689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112762863860786689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112762863860786689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112762863860786689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-17th-birthday.html' title='Happy 17th Birthday'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112695200988760359</id><published>2005-09-17T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T18:59:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Sanity To The Sandman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Losing My Sanity To The Sandman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My absurd dreams terrify the living daylights out of me. An eminent number of the nightmares can be accounted in my evening naps after school. My rest in the arms of Morpheus yesterday evening was a crazy ride. I was in an unfamiliar locality like in some kind of back alley late one night with a bunch of girlfriends. The usual hanging out until i chanced upon them making out with another group of similar species in an underground carpark. I freaked out but they were nonchalant about my discovery. Then there was this homoerotic maniac who casually requested for a smooch like it was okay for a man to kiss another man. I saw red and blew my top. He got one hell of a discrimination from me and i was confronted by the rest of his kind. An ugly assembly of the same damned breed got me cornered and situation got shitty. I was beaten and battered like a little white rabbit devoured by a pack of dingy Rottweilers high on hallucinogens. I woke up badly shaken and perspiring profusely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112695200988760359?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112695200988760359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112695200988760359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112695200988760359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112695200988760359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/losing-my-sanity-to-sandman.html' title='Losing My Sanity To The Sandman'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112687316392806557</id><published>2005-09-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:27:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Quiet Pattern&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/AshaShahren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/AshaShahren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quiet Pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112687316392806557?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112687316392806557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112687316392806557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112687316392806557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112687316392806557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/quiet-pattern.html' title='A Quiet Pattern'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112669090666778417</id><published>2005-09-14T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:41:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Your Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shut Your Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chilling out with fellow classmates yesterday evening in my neighbourhood and tittle-tattle till late was enjoyable. We planned to continue chatting on the phone but some of us were already exhausted and i was on the other line with my sweetheart. Slept soon after and was stirred by a detonation around three. It was pouring outside and sleeping became a whole lot more stimulating resulting in my absence from campus. I was also in the comfort of my cosy crib on Monday recuperating from a migraine. I had missed two tests on these two days. Hopefully William will allow me to sit for them soon. Going to school nowadays was a chore. Not only were the teachers a pain in the arse there were also many other contributing factors i cannot care to list. I felt better after the tongue lashing hurled at that crone. How i wished i had time to rehearse and planned what i wanted to berate. I had anticipated a fight but it all happened too fast. Back to my project now. Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112669090666778417?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112669090666778417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112669090666778417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112669090666778417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112669090666778417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/shut-your-hole.html' title='Shut Your Hole'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112668775363316465</id><published>2005-09-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:13:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eruption Of A Volcano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Eruption Of A Volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There was an unforgettable act of insubordination in class yesterday. For those who witnessed in awe stood in silence as i had my piece of pent up frustrations with the lecturer unworthy of such noble designation. I thank my loyal comrades who had my back in the crusade against preachers and teachers doomed for retirement. It is high time for that obsolete and senile hag to consume her eternal rest six feet under. I cannot even bring myself to mention her name in this blogspot as it will only conjure the wrath of my inner demons. Such hideous name only brings bad luck. It should be eradicated from the cosmos and annihilated from the minds of all living organisms. No books shall write of that cursed name in all times to come and those caught speaking of that witch shall be exterminated tout de suite.&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/11549310-112668775363316465?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112668775363316465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112668775363316465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112668775363316465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112668775363316465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/eruption-of-volcano.html' title='The Eruption Of A Volcano'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112668290842146320</id><published>2005-09-14T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:57:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menage A Trois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menage A Trois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/menage%20a%20trois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/menage%20a%20trois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menage A Trois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112668290842146320?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112668290842146320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112668290842146320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112668290842146320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112668290842146320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/menage-trois.html' title='Menage A Trois'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112638493098247673</id><published>2005-09-11T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T04:48:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of Saturation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Point Of Saturation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had been super slacking of late and sensed that my academic performance is deterioriating. I am not enthusiastic in projects and assignments anymore. Now is definitely not the best time to pull stunts especially when the final is just like a yard away. I stopped coming to school and even if i was present punctuality was never second nature. This sluggish behaviour kicked off about two weeks ago somewhere after my term break. My concentration and attentiveness during lectures and tutorials declined. My attitude sucked. Respect was down to zero. I gave no damn about the teachers and was ultimately scheduled for counselling. My sudden misconduct was questionable. I read newspaper right under their noses and left my modulars in the locker to collect dust. Being rowdy in class became a hobby. I was never this distracted and restless. Life in campus was an absolute bore. It was a drag and i lost interest rapidly. I need some major changes. I cannot stay in a situation or environment for too long. It gradually gets meaningless and monotonous. I desire challenges and adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112638493098247673?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112638493098247673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112638493098247673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112638493098247673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112638493098247673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/point-of-saturation.html' title='Point Of Saturation'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112635393546118572</id><published>2005-09-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:12:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbling Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bubbling Under&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Bubbling%20Under.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Bubbling%20Under.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling Under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112635393546118572?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112635393546118572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112635393546118572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112635393546118572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112635393546118572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/bubbling-under.html' title='Bubbling Under'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112585427487877042</id><published>2005-09-05T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:17:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Is Skin Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beauty Is Skin Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uncle dropped by. Said i grew fat. Yeah i know. Been gaining weight. Like so obvious. At least aunt backed me up. Saying i would get back in shape once i started swimming and working out again. He commented on my new hairdo too. Said i look like some jungle boy. My hair is a wreck when i am at home. It is not like my neighbour is Angelina Jolie down Beverly Hills. Yeah whatever. You are just jealous. At least i still have a full set of hair on my head. But thanks for the money anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112585427487877042?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112585427487877042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112585427487877042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112585427487877042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112585427487877042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/beauty-is-skin-deep.html' title='Beauty Is Skin Deep'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112559973163431289</id><published>2005-09-02T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:41:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Hardest Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Two years of my life spent traning as a soldier and never once was my mind kept idle not thinking about you. I flew over vast amount of seas and crossed hectares of land masses only to reunite with you much later. It hurts me greatly not having you by my side in foreign countries. Temptations were enticing. Having women knocking at your hotel door in the middle of the night was a seduction many men could not abstain especially when away from loved ones for weeks and sometimes months. I fought back my tears singing Cold Wind Blows during route marches. All i wanted was to sleep in your arms again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was not the gruesome digging of trenches nor the trekking of dense jungles that made me weak. Nor was it the hiking of hills and mountains on empty stomach and the sleepless nights spent ambushing for assaults that made me weary. I was trained to go on for days without food and sleep. Neither was it the injuries sustained nor the sweat and tears that was toiled. They were afterall only scratches and bruises. The heavy loads on my back threatening permanent damages were no pain either. It was the absence of that one person who meant the world to me providing strength and the will to survive that kills.&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/11549310-112559973163431289?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112559973163431289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112559973163431289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112559973163431289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112559973163431289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/hardest-thing.html' title='The Hardest Thing'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112559578249550434</id><published>2005-09-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:33:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Away From Home&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/pagoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/pagoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away From Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112559578249550434?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112559578249550434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112559578249550434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112559578249550434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112559578249550434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/09/away-from-home.html' title='Away From Home'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112542944901076565</id><published>2005-08-31T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:43:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry For Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hungry For Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today is the eve of Teacher's Day in Singapore. I discussed with my vice chairperson and appointed her overall in charge in overseeing the plannings for this celebration. Such event require the assistance of the entire committee. Total involvements in this affair is fundamental and I expect a professional management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someone just had to screw things up. My board of directors were unaware of a scheme prelogisticated by the student council to design exclusive shirts for our lecturers. It is a creative approach in an attempt to stretch a smile on the faces of our educators. Nothing wrong with the concept either. I think it is a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The problem lies in this duo who are seemingly trustworthy and reliable. Crucial informations were not dispensed accordingly and vital decisions were made without any consultation. Technically this should be a class project. They have complete disrespect towards the organisation and i am damn pissed about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why was not any of us informed? Was it that excruciating to open your mouths and say a few words? This should be brought into discussion and cohesively then can a conclusion of motifs and themes be constructed. You only rung up my vice chairperson at the very last minutes wondering if you could get a refund. Screw you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112542944901076565?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112542944901076565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112542944901076565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112542944901076565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112542944901076565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/hungry-for-power.html' title='Hungry For Power'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112539650538117525</id><published>2005-08-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:13:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live To Ride, Ride To Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Live To Ride, Ride To Live&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Bikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/400/Bikers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live To Ride, Ride To Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112539650538117525?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112539650538117525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112539650538117525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112539650538117525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112539650538117525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/live-to-ride-ride-to-live.html' title='Live To Ride, Ride To Live'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112515131164757454</id><published>2005-08-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:08:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite An Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not Quite An Extreme Makeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My significant other is out of town and i am feeling miserable. It is hard to be away for miles. I was surfing the internet late last night looking for interesting downloads for my brand new Nokia 3230 when my swivelling office chair disintegrated. One of the five pivots supporting the seat broke and i injured myself. The big toe on my left leg got wounded and the nail that was already short and trimmed was chipped. It swelled and bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I settled for a new look this fall. I went to the salon twice in a span of fifteen days to get my hair done really short. I am over with the long locks era. I like to experiment with the turf on my head and adamantly tried to maintain a presentable lengthy hairstyle but time and again it spelled disaster. I revised my eyebrows which i abandoned a long time ago. Nothing close to being effeminate. In fact it adds a touch of brutality and machismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another piercing will be rendered upon the approval of my spouse who is totally against it. Persuasions and sweet talks floundered. Chances are slim and gaining endorsement requires more then just convincing. Meanwhile i will be colouring my hair smoky brown to match the colour of my eyes. It needed a little less struggle. Back to campus in a blink of an eye and sprinting the final league of the race till finishing line. Wish me good luck.&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/11549310-112515131164757454?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112515131164757454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112515131164757454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112515131164757454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112515131164757454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-quite-extreme-makeover.html' title='Not Quite An Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112514731032214706</id><published>2005-08-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:58:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering The Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remembering The Times&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Picture%20004%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Picture%20004%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering The Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-112514731032214706?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112514731032214706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112514731032214706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112514731032214706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112514731032214706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/remembering-times.html' title='Remembering The Times'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112491254944124757</id><published>2005-08-25T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T03:44:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Introspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Term break is almost over. Although i declared a personal vacation a few days ahead then scheduled i have yet to accomplish much. I rewarded myself for achieveing excellent grades by dining steaks and other savoury gourmets. I finally managed to catch up with some friends and did some heavy shopping. There are envious folks in school thirsting for my collapse. I will continue to thrive despite my atrocious attendance and disciplinary problems. It takes more than words to bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My committee and i should start planning for the graduation party. In no time we will be sitting for our finals. How time flies. Like sands through the hour glass so are the days of our lives. As much as i am counting down the days eagerly there is a small part of me that wants to hold on. I should learn to let go and move on to the next phase. It is all part and parcel of growing up. Memories will always stay and linger. I will be travelling to various destinations and seeing places once time is a luxury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112491254944124757?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112491254944124757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112491254944124757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112491254944124757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112491254944124757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/introspective.html' title='Introspective'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112474659725478670</id><published>2005-08-23T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T05:39:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Group%20Study%20006%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Group%20Study%20006%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 24th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112474659725478670?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112474659725478670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112474659725478670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112474659725478670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112474659725478670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-24th-birthday.html' title='Happy 24th Birthday'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112474615102382847</id><published>2005-08-23T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T05:33:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do The Right Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do The Right Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will be undergoing a fitness program which includes strict dieting and a calisthenics regime. Gaining a kilogram each month is causing an inflation in my bank account when denims are getting too tight for comfort. I used to psych myself blaming the cleansing detergent for shrinking my clothes. Gravity is merciless when i dragged myself on the scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I decided to quit inhaling tar and nicotine for good. My skin is noticeably irritated by the soot and other vaporous matter arising from that burning piece of junk. The epidermis on my face got quickly sensitive and unleashed an unforgiving acne breakout. My endurance is slowing down and the same can be said for the demographics of my strength and vigour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Booze and beers are poisons i swore never to touch again. Just like tobacco they are overpriced and taking a toll on my tab. I am coming out clean now and there is no reason for me to penalise myself. There are numerous healthy ways to have fun enjoying life and destress. I want to look good and live long. I hope to gain support and cooperation from friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112474615102382847?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112474615102382847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112474615102382847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112474615102382847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112474615102382847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-right-thing.html' title='Do The Right Thing'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112472613450720328</id><published>2005-08-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:07:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Honour And Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For Honour And Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Sergeant%20Johnny%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Sergeant%20Johnny%20%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Sergeant%20Johnny%20#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Sergeant%20Johnny%20%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Honour And Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112472613450720328?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112472613450720328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112472613450720328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112472613450720328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112472613450720328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-honour-and-glory.html' title='For Honour And Glory'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112472583835944434</id><published>2005-08-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:07:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Follow Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Leading by example, i will accomplish all my assigned tasks to the best of my ability. I am a leader by choice and by vocation. I will lead by example.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Endurance will be the hallmark of my leadership. I will place my mission as paramount importance and i will not rest till i have completed my mission.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aggressively will i tackle all problems. I will never let my commanders and men down, for they rely on me to discharge my duties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Duty is my maxim. I will always be true to my responsibilities. I will never shun the hardest work nor will i avoid the dullest task. I will display selfsame energy to all tasks at hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Effectively will i lead my men in battle and peace. I am responsible for their welfare and i will demand for standards both in training and in combat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Resolutely will i honour the trust bestowed upon me. I will apply my dare and skill. I will use my initiative. I will not fail. I am a leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112472583835944434?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112472583835944434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112472583835944434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112472583835944434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112472583835944434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112456662749704124</id><published>2005-08-21T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:44:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Nemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20022%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20022%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112456662749704124?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112456662749704124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112456662749704124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112456662749704124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112456662749704124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/finding-nemo.html' title='Finding Nemo'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112456603311362741</id><published>2005-08-21T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:33:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear The Lion Roar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hear The Lion Roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;More then a decade ago my mum used to bring me to the movies. The demolished theatre along Dhoby Ghaut now stands like a historical monument down memory lane. The Lion King was one of the few filmography i appreciated as a kid. I enjoyed it very much. It brought me to tears witnessing the death of Mufasa and leaving Simba heir to the throne among the diversified animal kingdom in savannah. It is devastating to lose a father at such young and tender age. I totally can relate to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It is a splendid cartoon with heartwarming and inspiring soundtracks such as Circle Of Life, I Just Can't Wait To Be King, Hakuna Matata, and the much acclaimed Can You Feel The Love Tonight nicely done by Elton John. It is a wholesome movie that makes good family entertainment suitable for all ages. Directors Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff maneuvered this production flawlessly into winning two Oscars and sailed swiftly into another twenty one wins and twenty two nominations. Go buy the DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112456603311362741?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112456603311362741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112456603311362741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112456603311362741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112456603311362741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/hear-lion-roar.html' title='Hear The Lion Roar'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112421624223351212</id><published>2005-08-17T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:22:59.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hard Play Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work Hard Play Hard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Group%20Study%2000%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Group%20Study%2000%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Group%20Study%20002%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Group%20Study%20002%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Hard Play Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112421624223351212?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112421624223351212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112421624223351212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112421624223351212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112421624223351212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-hard-play-hard.html' title='Work Hard Play Hard'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112421541900135927</id><published>2005-08-17T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:35:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complacent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Complacent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had been living far too long in an idealistic bubble. Burst it and i crumble to pieces. I erased the fine line segregating reality from fantasy. I seek solace in a comfort zone which assumably lasts for eternity. Everything was taken for granted. I view life in a simplistic manner beyond my own comprehension in very shallow perspectives. The security and protection i thought lasts forever had shaped me into an imprudent individual. I swoop past real problems imagining them to be fragments of a disillusioned world. I fail to see the severity of a snowball effect. Such distractions i say trivial caused me much pain and sleepless nights leading to unnecessary stress and pressure which in actual fact are parts and parcels of life irregardless of how invaluable it appears to be. I have yet to master the art and techniques of effective reasoning and rational thinking.&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/11549310-112421541900135927?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112421541900135927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112421541900135927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112421541900135927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112421541900135927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/complacent.html' title='Complacent'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112378940766356164</id><published>2005-08-12T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T04:02:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blast From The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Staircase%20%2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; WIDTH: 181px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid; HEIGHT: 220px" height="261" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Staircase%20%2331.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Staircase%20%2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; WIDTH: 265px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid; HEIGHT: 219px" height="237" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Staircase%20%2322.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast From The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112378940766356164?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112378940766356164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112378940766356164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112378940766356164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112378940766356164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/blast-from-past_12.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112351285502746527</id><published>2005-08-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:02:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat On The Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pat On The Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Special thanks to Norhana, Nooriman, Hafizh, Phylicia, Denise, Vicky, Lydia, Farziana, Asraf, Muzainah, Aloysia, Lina, Danial, Andriana, Vanni and Joey. More projects to come in future guys but today was commendable. Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112351285502746527?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112351285502746527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112351285502746527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351285502746527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351285502746527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/pat-on-back.html' title='Pat On The Back'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112351217903667513</id><published>2005-08-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:46:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chairman Of The Year Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chairman Of The Year Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Chairman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Chairman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairman Of The Year Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted By SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112351217903667513?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112351217903667513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112351217903667513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351217903667513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351217903667513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/chairman-of-year-award_112351217903667513.html' title='Chairman Of The Year Award'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112351121583819472</id><published>2005-08-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:58:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Long Hard Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After A Long Hard Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was on a hiatus from many things in life and one of them was blogging. My last real entry dated five days ago. Currently experiencing a major breakdown in my irregular episodes of tumultuous uncertainties and bad hair days. Period. It is definitely not a pleasant sight to witness your camaraderies dissipating and companions you thought so true and respected profoundly demonstrating their abhorrent true colours. However such personal issues did not hindered me from behaving professionally in a major project that commenced today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The carnival was a success. My cohort got together and we united as one. People cracked out of their shell and assisted one another. It was refreshing and invigorating to see acts of kindness and selflessness. The weeks leading to this festivity was a tough and rocky road but we gained composure and stood up to the challenges. We did an awesome job and pulled through sweeping away dark clouds of initial pessimism and stormy seas of adverse perplexity. Our efforts were not flushed down the latrine. Satisfaction attained. Hip hip hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112351121583819472?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112351121583819472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112351121583819472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351121583819472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112351121583819472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-long-hard-day.html' title='After A Long Hard Day'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112322932707921825</id><published>2005-08-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:12:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facets Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facets Of Life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Chill%20Out%20001%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Chill%20Out%20001%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Chill%20Out%20006%20(Small)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Chill%20Out%20006%20%28Small%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facets Of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112322932707921825?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112322932707921825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112322932707921825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112322932707921825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112322932707921825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/facets-of-life_05.html' title='Facets Of Life'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112322769104264807</id><published>2005-08-05T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:43:33.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are Like Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friends Are Like Family&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Chill%20Out%20020%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Chill%20Out%20020%20%28Small%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Are Like Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112322769104264807?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112322769104264807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112322769104264807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112322769104264807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112322769104264807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends-are-like-family.html' title='Friends Are Like Family'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112305811290975470</id><published>2005-08-03T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:10:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bummed Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Exhaustion due to sleepless nights and overload of duties had caught up with me. Personal problems manifesting into another entity far more stressful then it first started out to be. I am falling ill. Had my vice chairperson to conduct a meeting in my demise from school today while i slept on this cold and wet morning. Very inconsiderate and rude of me. I shall apologise to her personally. I knew she wanted me around as support but i heard it went well anyway. My congratulations to a job well done. With less then five days to the carnival everyone is starting to feel the pressure. I hope we make the cut and not quit at crunch time. Be optimistic and believe in the possibility of success in this project. Our effort will not be wasted. United we stand and divided we fall. Like Spiderman would quote, "With great powers come great responsibilities!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112305811290975470?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112305811290975470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112305811290975470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112305811290975470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112305811290975470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/bummed-out.html' title='Bummed Out'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112289935031811207</id><published>2005-08-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:46:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fashionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Youth%20Park%20027%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Youth%20Park%20027%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Youth%20Park%20022%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Youth%20Park%20022%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fashionista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112289935031811207?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112289935031811207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112289935031811207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112289935031811207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112289935031811207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112289913173817012</id><published>2005-08-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:44:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A New Hope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Youth%20Park%20014%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Youth%20Park%20014%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-112289913173817012?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112289913173817012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112289913173817012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112289913173817012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112289913173817012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-hope.html' title='A New Hope'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112239347070497059</id><published>2005-07-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:57:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumble Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bumble Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Did not attend my track and field trainings for weeks. Was it because of the rain or was i too lazy. I had been missing out a lot in life. Abandoning the things i enjoy most. Adventure sports and outdoor activities. I need to get back in shape. Need to run like the wind wild and free. Swim gracefully like the dolphins and work out earnestly to bring out the bull in me. Meeting today was good. More proper and organised with active discussions and contributions from the floor. Hope to get this carnival over and done with quickly. Too much additional work with little recognition. There are new plannings that needed my damn attention especially with a new project issued today. Lecturer did not even briefed us about it. Bloody hell. We are on our own but we are fighters and fighters do not quit. We will survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112239347070497059?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112239347070497059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112239347070497059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112239347070497059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112239347070497059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/bumble-bee.html' title='Bumble Bee'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112239211344395589</id><published>2005-07-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:42:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just hung up the phone with a close friend. Catching up on things and keeping ourselves informed with the lastest happenings in town. Nothing much to update today actually but just felt like dancing my fingers on the keyboard. Took the cab again to school even when lessons commenced late. It was drizzling. Tuesday was cold so i wore a jacket. Being a gentleman i offered my warmth to Lydia when she was shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Around six this morning my peaceful slumber was interrupted by an explosion. Boom! It was loud and near. Instantaneously bombing scenes like the terrorist attacks in London made a flashback. I was petrified. What if there was really a strike in my neighbourhood. What would i do. I shut my eyes again and chose to leave reality. It is too harsh. I drifted into Dreamland once more. My own space in a safe haven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As the taxi maneuvered an obstruction not far from the pick up point only then did i realised lightning had struck a sturdy tree right in the centre. It was a powerful force of nature to be reckoned with. High voltages of electricity with only destructions in its path. Down the highway there was another accident. I hope my brother and my friends are driving or riding carefully on the slippery roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112239211344395589?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112239211344395589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112239211344395589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112239211344395589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112239211344395589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/flash.html' title='Flash'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112231004497021146</id><published>2005-07-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:50:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Adult Flick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My First Adult Flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Twelve sharp and blogging away. Just had my supper when i had once vowed never to eat after ten. I call it body maintenance. Dinner was western at the foodcourt next block after school with my brother who fetched me and a few others. It was pouring in the evening. I was enjoying 'Sin City' at Suntec City on Saturday. My first RA. Full of violence and gore. Heads flying with blood squirting along the way. It was built upon a comic book co-directed by Quentin Tarantino. There were topless women and sleazy bedroom scenes. All in monochrome. Very unique and superbly done with narration from beginning to end but expect no boredom. Sensual innuendoes aside. It was truly an amazing creation with countless talented celebrities like Elijah Woods and my all-american hero Bruce Willis. Wishful thinking for him to be my dad. Jessica Alba did very well as a pole dancer although in my opinion it was a catastrophic idea to cast her alongside Human Torch as his elder sister in 'Fantastic Four' which i caught last week at Lido. Not only was she an unnatural blonde she looks too young and sweet to carry that powerful role. I am a huge fan of marvels since young so both movies deserved my credits. Worth the dough. Had stew and other palatable beverages at Secret Recipes in Forum the Shopping Mall last week and feasted on a grilled salmon at a two months old restaurant in Suntec City this week. That is how i spend my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112231004497021146?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112231004497021146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112231004497021146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112231004497021146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112231004497021146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-adult-flick.html' title='My First Adult Flick'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112229933964770192</id><published>2005-07-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:48:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just Go Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There was a fight in school. I was involved. Felt cheated. Betrayed. Mind all clouded now. Disappointment. Best that you leave us alone. Shoo. Enough said. I was missing in action from campus last Wednesday and Friday. Full of regrets. Head too heavy to psych myself out of bed. Weakling. Missed a meeting. Will make it up tomorrow. Been losing focus in school. Feel like i am wasting my time. Today is the start of a new week. Looks promising. Bad sleeping habits improving. Any worse and i will start popping Melatonin. Got up early and was eager to get about. Miss my friends. I made it to the steel gates. Hooray. Last week was lousy. Did not attend my track and field trainings and my gym and swim trainings too. Belly bloating. Blame it on the bad weather. Or was i too lazy. Whatever. The beach was beyond my grasp. Pouring all week. Missing the sea riding the waves. Will update again later. Time to watch television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112229933964770192?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112229933964770192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112229933964770192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112229933964770192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112229933964770192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-go-away.html' title='Just Go Away'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112213606881871619</id><published>2005-07-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:58:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civilised Gossips</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Civilised Gossips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone is talking about everybody nowadays. But it is all good so long as you have the balls to admit it. You let off some steam and you feel better. Your chest weighs lighter. If you do not have the guts to confront the person at least do it the right way. There are so many avenues to settle your scores and write off unfinished businesses. Especially in this modern society where advanced technology plays an important role in communications and interactions. Human contacts are no longer necessary to straighten out issues. I managed to convey my heartfelt messages to Lina and she too had some things to say about me in her blogspot. Same goes to Nana who got her points across to Elly and vice versa. Oh and not forgetting Hafizh who dedicated a web space in honour of me. Guessed i started the trend and now everyone is following. But seriously jokes aside. Emails, instant messagings, personal homepages, forums, bulletin boards and definitely blogspots are among many of the popular options and alternatives to vent your frustrations. It is safe and i call it anger management. I would recommend it to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112213606881871619?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112213606881871619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112213606881871619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112213606881871619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112213606881871619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/civilised-gossips.html' title='Civilised Gossips'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112195417678304866</id><published>2005-07-21T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:20:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Racial Harmony Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Again i took the cab. Wasting precious money like it was plucked from the trees. Reached laboratory only to discover that both lecturers were absent. Bloody hell. What a waste of time. Should have continued snoring. Had less then an hour of slumber last night. Imagine the exhaustion. This week was just average. Took the taxi on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Was at home the whole of Wednesday and was especially late today. Like i care. I took my own sweet time as it was darn hard to get my heavy ass out of bed. At least i was in campus. Anyway i have been talking to Hafizh on the phone almost everyday and i got to know him a whole lot better now. We are taking our friendship to the next level. Received a warning letter from the institution for my atrocious attendance but i got it before my mother did. Accummulated only fifty percent when the expected marginal is ninety five percent. I scavenged through my mailbox when my pals told me that disciplinary letters of misconduct were issued to homes. Today i went home with Lydia, Farziana and Dahlia. She and Elly got total condemnation from me to the maximum today. Think they were brough to tears but all in the name of fun. They know me well and bears no grudges. I have nothing else to say now. So many conspiracies going on in class and it is making me sick and tired. Waiting for 'Lost' on television. I just got up from a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112195417678304866?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112195417678304866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112195417678304866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112195417678304866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112195417678304866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='Racial Harmony Day'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112188246663032451</id><published>2005-07-21T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T02:06:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Office Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was scheduled to attend a Siti Nurhaliza's concert at the stadium with the best tickets last evening with Qayyum and gang but i just had to turn them down. I was in no complete mood. Locked myself up the whole day. Anyway i could not get myself out of bed last morning to make a run for classes. I had three hours of sleep. I am having my disorders again. Sleeping pattern disrupted when i least expected. Here i am hooting at my blog like an owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The meeting on Tuesday went well except for a few monkeys fooling around just because i was not giving any attention to them. Other then that i think i did a good job in dispensing duties and allocating appointments. Of course i did not speeched as planned. It happens all the time. Nights before i was planning what to say to ensure the smooth flow of the conference but obviously when in front of the committee i lost my lines. I felt the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Many thanks to my deputy chairperson for constantly reminding me of the approaching dateline and not forgetting William who was hot on my heels. What a pest. I was energised by the enthusiams bursting from my board of directors. Honestly i almost gave up on the project if not for the people who were very spunky and cooperative. We will work hard towards our goals and make this carnival a success. Special shoutouts to Norhana and Nooriman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112188246663032451?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112188246663032451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112188246663032451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112188246663032451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112188246663032451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/office-politics.html' title='Office Politics'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112187873773253372</id><published>2005-07-21T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:41:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lina Shazana Binte Misri</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lina Shazana Binte Misri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you are reading this i just want you to know that i had a great time with you and i never regretted a single second with you as my spouse. Our relationship was not meant to be but those memories will not be forgotten. There was a spot for you in me when you held the key to heart. I hope that you understand why i am doing this. I had to phase through the painful recovery on my own. Our breakup was tough because you meant the world to me. I had to move on. Talking to you again will only hurt me all over. I do not wished to reminisce the painful past. I promised your mum and William to leave you alone. They warned me to stay away from you and i gave my word. I have to honour what i said. I am trying to do the right thing and pray for the best in both of us. I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112187873773253372?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112187873773253372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112187873773253372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112187873773253372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112187873773253372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/lina-shazana-binte-misri.html' title='Lina Shazana Binte Misri'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112179684332364111</id><published>2005-07-20T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:39:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Longest Entry By Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Longest Entry By Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have been unable to sleep well for the past few days. Consumed with responsibilities and commitments. Took the cab to school for the past two days due to very late nights. Elly is still my friend irregardless of the damages she had done to me if any. Friends do not give up on each other easily. If friendship is that fragile then it's values and meanings had been undermined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She broke up with her boyfriend recently. I was unaware of the situation. She obviously did not took it lightly and was almost suicidal. She was madly in love. A little too emotional i think but purely natural. Nooriman is close to me and he is moving on with another girl very quickly. Appropriately i should support and offer my blessings. Now i am stuck in a dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lina is my ex girlfriend. We left each other and never spoke again. News got to my ears that she had never gotten over me. Probably still believeing in unrealistic hopes and dreams. Do not get me wrong. I have nothing against faith. People have been trying to reconciliate this failed relationship which clearly they are unaware that i am already happily attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have reliable friends around me. People i can depend on. Joey pulled me one fine day to her corner and instructed me to read a few of her emails. At first i was hesitant because emails are personal documents but i could not resist the temptation she offered. Nobody should blame her because what i read was what i rightfully should know. It was from Lina about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing bad just some touchy issues waiting to be addressed. It was nice to know that people still cares. It sent a warm feeling in me. Almost everyone had indulged in conversations with Lina again after that unfateful incident. I just could not. It was difficult and different for me. But she made first contact with me via communicating at msn instant messaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was awkward. I told Hafizh that i would never speak to her again and now i am eating back on my words. Imagine all the drama under that void deck. Dustbins thrown apart. Umbrellas and bottles started swinging. People banging table and reprimanding at the top of their lungs. Now all back to normal like nothing ever happened. What a waste of energy and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our reputations and prides were at stake. Yes i can forgive but i can never forget. Even if i wanted to memories are here to stay. No need to understand my complicated predicaments. I felt foolish. We had perfomed in a cartoon when everyone started talking to her again. Do not get me wrong again. You have the freedom to choose your friends but be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Promises and deals were made such as never establishing any form of communications with her ever again. All those harsh and sarcastic remarks just vomitted on her and now this. Bullshit. How fickle minded. Some say let us all put the past behind us. I did but this is not my way. Be fully aware that history may repeat itself. The future is uncertain. I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112179684332364111?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112179684332364111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112179684332364111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112179684332364111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112179684332364111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-longest-entry-by-far.html' title='My Longest Entry By Far'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112161779720770258</id><published>2005-07-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:30:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Speaks In Riddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He Who Speaks In Riddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got to know Haykal a few years back. He was a young and aspiring musician back then. His dreams were not too unrealistic. A little ambitious but pragmatic enough. Not something someone would laugh it off and brush it aside. He laboured and toiled in great efforts to materialise his aspirations. He is very hardworking. He bled and sweated. I could sense his burning passion for music. He pounced on every opportunity that came knocking on his door. He is now the celebrated bassist and vocalist for B-QUARTET who made it big in the local industry. A respectable band of brothers who came a long way. Imagine given a personal room with a shower attached before performing live at The Esplanade. Like some kind of superstar. Now how cool is that. Amidst the fame and glory that follows Haykal is forever humble and down to earth. He is still the simple kampung boy i knew. I admire his personality and attitude although sometimes our conversations got a little sketchy. He is fond of applying metaphors. Always full of creative ideas and wacky imaginations. He is a smart dude. Forever full of surprises up his sleeves. Never fail to amaze me with his antics and philosophies. He has a distinguished perspective of life i find rather intriguing. Definitely an original individual. I missed his performance yesterday but will strive to make it at the end of this month. Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112161779720770258?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112161779720770258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112161779720770258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112161779720770258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112161779720770258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/he-who-speaks-in-riddles.html' title='He Who Speaks In Riddles'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112154134968688460</id><published>2005-07-17T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:38:17.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe And Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Safe And Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just awhile ago i had a brief but fruitful conversation with brother Din via microsoft's instant messaging service. I am still feeling a little emotional about his recent enlistment into national service but i am trying to be strong since he is doing great and having a whale of a time at Pulau Tekong. He was happy and not complaining much except for the lousy food served at the cookhouse. He is constantly altering situations to his fullest advantage and i admire his optimistic approach. The positive attitude is commendable. I knew he was always into military life and ceaselessly thirsty for adventure. He was never afraid to try anything new. He is rapidly growing up and maturing into a young adult. I hope he is able to put the past behind us. All those issues about girls and money are best forgotten although futile. It is important for us not to meet up yet till we have truly cooled down. Although everything seemed settled down i believed more space is still required. Time alone will heal all wounds. People come and go in our lives. Not many comrades i declared brotherhood. Only a handful made it to the top few. Those whom i am willing to risk my life if need be to defend the ones i love. I pray for the best in you and may God bless you throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112154134968688460?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112154134968688460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112154134968688460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112154134968688460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112154134968688460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe And Sound'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112148659153850642</id><published>2005-07-16T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:09:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joanne Kathleen Rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Joanne Kathleen Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yippieee! The book has finally arrived. About an hour ago Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was delivered right at my doorstep. It was ordered online a few weeks ago. I got my grandfather to sign the parcel post on my behalf since i was still in bed. Today this much anticipated sixth installment of the Harry Potter series was launched worldwide. It is available in two editions. I chose the hard cover adult version over the kiddy one. It is a thick book and i will take some time to complete reading it. Nonetheless i am going to take a stroll in the park mesmerised in every line of the six hundred and seven pages word by word. This book is such an enchantment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112148659153850642?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112148659153850642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112148659153850642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112148659153850642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112148659153850642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/joanne-kathleen-rowling.html' title='Joanne Kathleen Rowling'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112140389919176319</id><published>2005-07-15T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:18:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Floating In The Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My head is spinning and throbbing again. I am feeling drowsy and dizzy. The antibiotics are boosting my immune system which had failed me miserably against the attacks of the viruses. I am recovering and feeling much better now compared to a week ago but the medications are making me feel soporific and hypnotic. I just got up like an hour ago and i am still feeling whimsical. Somebody bite me. I had been dreaming a lot lately. For two times in a row i dreamt of my secondary school cross country annual event. I emerged champion beating the athletic Hairul. I was ecstatic. Victory was in my hands. The venue looked familiar. It could be McRitchie Reservoir or Mount Faber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I only went to school once for this week. I was on medical leave on Monday and Tuesday. Attended lessons on Wednesday although i had not recuperated fully. I was feeling lousy the whole day so i absent myself on Thursday and Friday to attain the much needed rest i required. A project dateline ended today but i was unable to submit my masterpiece. I am left with fifteen percent towards completion and will definitely conclude it by today or over the weekends to be handed up first thing on Monday morning. I hope i will not be penalised for late submission. National Day is closing in fast on us and i am yet to organise a meeting to discuss and plan for the upcoming carnival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112140389919176319?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112140389919176319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112140389919176319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112140389919176319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112140389919176319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/floating-in-air.html' title='Floating In The Air'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112124384887094233</id><published>2005-07-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:45:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard To Say I'm Sorry By AZ Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hard To Say I'm Sorry By AZ Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little time away&lt;br /&gt;I've heard her say&lt;br /&gt;From each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even lovers need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Far away from each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that you've been through&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;You're just the part of me i can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to be kept away&lt;br /&gt;Not for a day&lt;br /&gt;From your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to be swept away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the one that i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell you i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I could never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;You're just a part of me i can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112124384887094233?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112124384887094233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112124384887094233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112124384887094233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112124384887094233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/hard-to-say-im-sorry-by-az-yet.html' title='Hard To Say I&apos;m Sorry By AZ Yet'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112117297551210736</id><published>2005-07-12T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:11:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Campus Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back To Campus Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A lot of people are falling ill this season. I contracted the common cold and my temperature was beyond healthy. I shivered at night and the blocked nose was so terrible i had to breathe in through my mouth. I sounded like i was withering away. My sore throat was grievous i could not whisper a word on the phone. My joints were aching and numb. I felt so weak that even the transition from my room to the lavatory was a pain. I consulted a doctor yesterday but insisted on going private to avoid queues and lenghty waiting hours at the expense of unsubsidised charges. I restricted myself to the same clinic to obtain a track record of my pharmaceutical history. I left my apartment in the afternoon and the walk took me less than five minutes to register myself over the counter in a mall next block. I was served by a familiar female physician instead of the paunchy male former military medical officer. Either ones both were fine with me but i prefer the latter. He is more amiable but somehow managed to convince me into paying for more prescriptions than what i would required. But they shared one thing in common. Their generosity with their certificates of absence from duty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My elder brother was also under the weather. He went to see his own choice of general practitioners at Raffles Medical but only got one day off from work although he requested for two. Unlike me i was granted double days leave. We went to Jurong Point Shopping Centre where i had porridge at the basement foodcourt. We shared a plate of mixed fruits and had a little stroll around the plaza before heading to Toh Guan to get solar films done on our sports utility vehicle. It was costly as we settled for a premium package. Now it is very much less thermogenic on the inside. The visibility from outside had also been greatly reduced. It dissipates glares considerably. We chose a tint non compliant to the rules and regulations of the Land and Transport Authority. We took a risk but for what it is worth life is boring without ventures. He was in contrary to my proposal but i managed to win him over just like how i persuaded him to obtain another day off from classes. This time he went to a Polyclinic instead. We had sandwiches for brunch at home then went shopping at two stores merchandising in automobile accessories before visiting West Mall Shopping Centre at Bukit Batok Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112117297551210736?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112117297551210736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112117297551210736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112117297551210736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112117297551210736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-campus-tomorrow.html' title='Back To Campus Tomorrow'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112091109768690625</id><published>2005-07-09T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:38:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Is Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Revenge Is Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amidst the ailings my mischief was still in the pink of full throttle. I was looking out the window and saw a few vehicles parking along the street. The drivers were oblivious to the incoming traffics approaching the already narrow road. Such selfish behaviour cannot be tolerated. I do not condone acts of egotism. My brother and i would be cursing under our breaths when cautiously maneuvering our bulky car. Now is pay back time. I grabbed ice cubes from the freezer and hurled it down like Singapore was hit by a torrential hailstorm. The startled look on their pathetic faces sent satisfactions down my nerves. The crystal bombs exploded upon impact. Their wait for passengers were greeted with loud detonations. My aimings were quite accurate. I was a marksman during my National Service days. I swiftly hid away and came back soon after to check on them. They were no where in sight. That should taught them a lesson. Initially i was thinking of eggs but decided on ice since it melts under the instense heat of the sun and will wash away all evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112091109768690625?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112091109768690625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112091109768690625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112091109768690625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112091109768690625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/revenge-is-sweet.html' title='Revenge Is Sweet'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112091038587705282</id><published>2005-07-09T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:59:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Medications</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time For Medications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had been whining all day. Health deterioriating since Friday. I did not go to school assuming that my lecturer would be absent. He was really moody and down with diarrhoea. I heard he will be seeing the doctor. I also skipped my gym and swim training. Snuggled up at home for these past two days tugging my sorry soul in bed. I am really feeling rotten. Each time i sneezed or coughed my chest will hurt. It felt as though my rib cage was squeezing my lungs. Yeah the pain was that acute. My brother said it could be due to the sudden exertions during my workout sessions on Thursday. He also did not ruled out the possibility that the blind masseur was to blame. Anyhow i hope to recover fast. Plans to go clubbing tonight have to be put on hold. No Sentosa for me today either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112091038587705282?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112091038587705282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112091038587705282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112091038587705282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112091038587705282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-for-medications.html' title='Time For Medications'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112074346012955312</id><published>2005-07-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:37:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace The Weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Embrace The Weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School was fine. Nothing much to bitch about. It ends early today. I was never punctual. Late as ever just like on every other days. Nothing new. Hang around with my people for a short while before hitting the gym. Kept my word to attend training after campus. Had dinner at KFC. Crispy chickens were on my mind when i was swimming laps. My continuous droolings contributed to the rise in water level of the chlorinated pool. Alright i am crapping. Took a nap once i reached home. I was sluggish since morning. It had been a tiring and smoldering Thursday. Is it hot in here or just me. My week was not that good. Had experienced better days. A project due next week. Got to get things moving. Gym and swimming training again tomorrow. Beach activities at Sentosa this Saturday. Still got to find time to have fun and meet up with my peeps. I am moving on from a recent heartache. Slowly but surely i am picking up the pieces. No big deal. Been there done that. There is too much happening for me in my life. It broke me down but i am up and back on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112074346012955312?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112074346012955312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112074346012955312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112074346012955312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112074346012955312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/embrace-weekends.html' title='Embrace The Weekends!'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112065196340860706</id><published>2005-07-06T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:29:06.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Games Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let The Games Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;London had clinched the coveted honour of hosting the Olympic Games of 2012 in the most closely competed bidding war in the history of the Olympics. I was expecting Paris to win the bid to host this prestigious event and so were thousand others. I heard London won by a narrow margin of four votes! It was a such a disappointing and devastating news to the fans of the Eiffel Tower. Work had already been accerelarated on the plotted sites of London to construct new facilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One of the many venues of the major activities taking place during the Olympics will be a dilapitated area in an effort to revamp and transform that district and turn it into a legacy called The Olympic Village. A very noble and smart move to counter social and economical problems. Definitely a turbo boost to the toursim industry of that nation and the neighbouring countries. Prime Minister Tony Blair hopes to inspire the young. All the best and congratulations to the winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112065196340860706?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112065196340860706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112065196340860706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112065196340860706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112065196340860706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-games-begin.html' title='Let The Games Begin'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112050111808950857</id><published>2005-07-05T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:18:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Sleeping Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Need Sleeping Pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I forgot to add in the previous entry that i had dinner at Pizza Hut yesterday night. Been craving it for days. The meatballs with white sauce was fine and not forgetting the cashier who was just as appetising. I was running some errand at Ginza Plaza before the splendid meal with that someone special. Enough said. Moving on to an old friend who was texting me on my handphone when i had just begun my munchings. Syikin was probably asking about Aizuddin but was stubbornly beating around the bush. I entertained her for hours even till i reached my doorstep and continued through my shower. That gal sure needed some attention but it was nice to hear from her again. It is two in the morning and i am unable to attain my slumber. Sigh. There is track and field at Mc Ritchie Reservoir tomorrow after school and squeezing in gym and swimming trainings on both Thursday and Friday. Hectic schedule baby. Oh and big brother will be getting the side steps for our new car on Wednesday. Costing him six hundred dollars. I envy his constant flow of moolah. I cannot wait for the day when i will generate my own hard earned income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112050111808950857?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112050111808950857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112050111808950857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112050111808950857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112050111808950857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-sleeping-pills.html' title='I Need Sleeping Pills'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112048884398414936</id><published>2005-07-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:00:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Youth Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Youth Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I commemorated the day for adolescence by not going to school although i am supposed to. Well my lecturer was absent anyway. Not in a bid to stay young and attractive but he was just plain under the weather. Speedy recuperation William. In an effort to maintain and preserve my virility i went for a full body massage in the evening after watching 'War of the Worlds'. It made me realised the vulnerability of earthlings and our dependence towards the illusion of everlasting peace and the inexistence of life outside the blue planet. It was a horrific scene watching cities crumble and the destruction of homosapiens. I was physically at the edge of my seat unlike three days ago when i was getting all comfy and romantic with 'A Lot Like Love' starring Ashton Kucher host for the reality television show 'Punk'd'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you also know that today is Independance Day for the United States of America? Anyway i am attending campus tomorrow but will deliberately skip the first period although my class advisor made it clear that attendance is quite compulsory for tomorrow's session. This is the third week for the new semester. I was only present for two days in the first week and the subsequent attendance was not satisfactory either. Just when i was planning to have a long holiday by absenting on the eve of National Day which falls on a Monday my lecturer tasked me with a project. He appointed me the overall in charge for a carnival. A lot of planning and work needed to be prepared and contributed towards the success of this assignment and i am yet to email him a draft of my proposal. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112048884398414936?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112048884398414936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112048884398414936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112048884398414936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112048884398414936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-youth-day.html' title='Happy Youth Day!'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112014881680544349</id><published>2005-07-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:03:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love Is Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was in class on Wednesday afternoon when you asked for money to be transferred to your account again. I read your message aloud only to be heard by a friend next to me. She was like a sister. Always there for all of us. She was agitated by the incoming alerts but was more furious and perturbed with the contents and intentions. She was infuriated and yelled at me. Her words were, "I thought you were smart!" Of course i was shaken and hurt by those harsh remarks. I was enraged but that was just what i needed. Some agression to wake me up. It was a reality check. I had been foolish and taken advantaged of. That evening i summoned my courage and toughen my heart to say no to you. I am prepared for the probability that i might not hear from you again but at least i did the right thing. I will have to move on no matter what. You were already attached and so am i!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112014881680544349?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112014881680544349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112014881680544349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112014881680544349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112014881680544349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-is-blind.html' title='Love Is Blind'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112014751772444686</id><published>2005-06-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:03:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Down Memory Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Six years ago this tingling sensation inside me appeared as just another ordinary crush. Now i realised that my high school sweetheart had evolved from a mere puppy love to an entity far more greater than life itself. Never a day since i laid sights on you have your existence been forgotten. Your eyes were just so beautiful. The flame that was burning during that teenage phase was kept alive in my heart. We had feuds and conflicts in the past but i guess it is normal in any relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We lost contact and decided that it was best to stay away from each other after a major brawl. But i grew weaker soon after. Seasons passed and i yearned for that smile again. I searched high and low for your number and my quest was fruitful. I got it from your mother. I heard you were doing fine in school. I called you one day to make peace but you were still pissed. I understood your frustrations. You gave me chances and opportunities to make ammends but i blew it time and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I granted you the space that you requested until recently we started establishing communications again. I missed you dearly and clearly i was unable to let you go. You were experiencing financial difficulties and i offered my sincere assistance until it slipped out of hand. You pushed me for cash and only reached me on my handphone when it was regarding money. I was disappointed but could not bear to see you suffer in pain. I tried not to reject your demands but now it is too much. It has got to stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112014751772444686?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112014751772444686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112014751772444686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112014751772444686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112014751772444686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-112004579186178252</id><published>2005-06-29T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:54:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Beast Unleashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally the much anticipated automobile had arrived. I rushed after school yesterday afternoon to meet up with my brother to return home for a quick shower and change into crisp garments before collecting our brand new car at Eunos. We were late for our appointment but our foxy and dainty agent waited patiently for our arrival. She was not working that day but came down especially for this occasion. I wonder how much commission she earns out of our extravagant purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four wheeler is incredible. It is immense in magnitude and commands respect on the roads. The rugged appearance definitely suits both our personalities. Brother requested to retain our old license plate number for a reasonable price. I was not so keen on it and was kind of against the whole idea. His rationale was beyond my comprehension. To me a fresh car means a fresh start with fresh license plate numbers. Anyway i got to choose the colour so i gave in. This is his fourth car in six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stripped down the plastics and did a little cleaning up on our seventy thousand dollar toy at East Coast Park. No plans to change this monster truck in the years to come. We were very contented with this buy and will slowly accessorise and customise the look and feel in both areas of the interiors and exteriors. This was our dream and we are now proud owners of it. We had barbequed chickens and sunk our jaws at other local delights at the footcourt nearby. It was a simple but nice dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-112004579186178252?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/112004579186178252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=112004579186178252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112004579186178252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/112004579186178252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/beast-unleashed.html' title='The Beast Unleashed'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111980913893861756</id><published>2005-06-27T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:52:47.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On My Special Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One week had passed since i aged twenty two. Many had asked what i did on that propitious date. Let me share with you briefly today. School was on my mind that start of the week. Especially when it was the commencement of the last semester. Result slip, schedule and educational materials were issued on that consequential day. As if forty days of merriment was not enough i absent myself unexpectedly. I was unaware of the surprises in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn down a spa retreat at Raffles Hotel to accommodate a day of jollification elsewhere. Somewhat like a party but nothing close to what i had last annual. I will always remember my twenty first birthday bash. Two days of solid feasting and amusement with friends and family. This time was absolutely spontaneous for me. I did not plan much but was excited to go with the flow. Nothing went wrong. It was smooth. I was caught grinning most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was bright and very circular and the night was humid and very warm. We were all generously perspiring to the environment. We had a savory dinner at Lau Pa Sat after all the action had subsided. One round table full of dishes. There were tom yam soup, fried kai lans, sweet and sour chickens, grilled stingray, char kways with squids, steamed clams and dessert. The mouth watering delicacies were so spicy and tangy that i had to order two drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A G-Shock watch and a Braun Hairdryer tops the list of my manifold of favourite gifts. I had always wanted a portable apparatus to blow dry my voluminous tresses every morning. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone of you for the treasures which symbolises like an entry in a diary. Special and memorable in the pages of my history. Also appreciating the song dedications, greetings and warm wishes streaming in on my cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111980913893861756?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111980913893861756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111980913893861756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111980913893861756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111980913893861756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-my-special-day.html' title='On My Special Day'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111954384479767658</id><published>2005-06-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:05:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Sequel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I made my debut in campus after the month long summer vacation in the morning of hazy Tuesday. Pretty much harnessed to sprint the last league of the race. Couple of series more to endure in this final semester before marking another milestone in my life. I can already smell the saccharine redolence of graduation. I deliberately missed the first period for the day which bears little significance to sophomores. It was a lecturer and students interaction cum problem sharing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my brother to fetch me from campus at around three. The new timetable swells. Reduced hours in school means more time to party. I had an appointment that evening. I was in a rush to join the rest at the Pink Dolphin Lagoon located at the end of Siloso Beach. The last show was at half past five. We were early so we strolled around Sentosa appreciating the scents and sounds of nature and reviewing the flora and fauna. It was drizzling a bit but it was not a hindrance from having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the magnificient performances by the pink mammals we made our way to the grand and majestic fountain. It is the largest in Asia. The glaring pyrotechnics and dazzling laser effects in coordination with the lightings from the Merlion were stupendous. Yet again all good things must come to an end. The moon signalled for me to head home. My second birthday celebration went very well. The month of June rocks. I had a whale of a time with the people whom i hold so true to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111954384479767658?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111954384479767658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111954384479767658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111954384479767658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111954384479767658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/sequel.html' title='The Sequel'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111954072846930402</id><published>2005-06-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:33:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Dolphin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pink Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20032%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20032%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-111954072846930402?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111954072846930402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111954072846930402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111954072846930402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111954072846930402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/pink-dolphin.html' title='Pink Dolphin'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111951949538789857</id><published>2005-06-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:58:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dolphin Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20031%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Fort%20Siloso%20031%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Fort%20Siloso%20030%20(Small)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/200/Fort%20Siloso%20030%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/b&gt;&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/11549310-111951949538789857?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111951949538789857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111951949538789857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111951949538789857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111951949538789857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/dolphin-lagoon.html' title='Dolphin Lagoon'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111951942006438642</id><published>2005-06-23T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:43:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Birthday Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Sweetest Birthday Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dear Ren, on this auspicious day, twenty two years ago, you were brought into this world. You have done many good for me. No regrets knowing a man like you. You have been special. I can ask nothing else from God after He sent you to me. Happy birthday and thanks for everything. Best wishes! Love, Firah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dated on 20 June 2005 at 12:10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111951942006438642?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111951942006438642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111951942006438642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111951942006438642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111951942006438642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweetest-birthday-message.html' title='The Sweetest Birthday Message'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111919751631263900</id><published>2005-06-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:11:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Had Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Year Had Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From this hour forth till three hundred and sixty five days later i have officially turned twenty two. I am still contemplating if i want to go to school later. Oh there goes another birthday wish on my mobile. Anyway never in my many years of education in Singapore had my birthday fall on a non school holiday. Shucks! However i feel that it is important for me to attend campus this twentieth because it is the beginning of the final semester after a long one month summer vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111919751631263900?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111919751631263900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111919751631263900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111919751631263900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111919751631263900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/year-had-passed.html' title='A Year Had Passed'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111918920075949569</id><published>2005-06-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:53:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankrupt... Well Almost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bankrupt... Well Almost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was calculating my financials when my observations showed a record of an all time high for the month of June. Apart from the costly travelling expenditures incurred like taxes and accomodations, credit card bills chalked up the bigger portions of the pie chart. I shopped too much while abroad collecting fancy paperbags from established designers like French Connection, Quiksilver and Levi's. I also tend to spend lavishly on food and beverages like dining at the posh Planet Hollywood. I really need to watch my budget. My bank account is rapidly plunging steep southwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111918920075949569?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111918920075949569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111918920075949569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918920075949569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918920075949569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/bankrupt-well-almost.html' title='Bankrupt... Well Almost!'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111918835375995675</id><published>2005-06-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:04:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Planet Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Kuala%20Lumpur%20007%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/1184/320/Kuala%20Lumpur%20007%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted by SHAHREN&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11549310-111918835375995675?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111918835375995675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111918835375995675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918835375995675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918835375995675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/planet-hollywood.html' title='Planet Hollywood'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111918678474620237</id><published>2005-06-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:27:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppers Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shoppers Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Surfers and skimmers aspirants listen out. There is a new Flash and Splash outlet at Plaza Singapura. I pampered myself with a sleeveless Ripcurl and my friend also bought a sleeveless which he cannot fit in only to discover the horror at home. He also bought a boardshort. This shopping was done before my holiday. We accumulated a total of more than a hundred and thirty dollars in a single receipt and was awarded a Quiksilver glass mug and a ten dollars voucher. Quite a bargain i must add. Now you tell me how cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111918678474620237?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111918678474620237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111918678474620237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918678474620237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918678474620237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoppers-corner.html' title='Shoppers Corner'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111918579945089622</id><published>2005-06-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:00:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spendthrift Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Spendthrift Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wealthy elder brother got himself a Toshiba home theatre system two weeks ago and his little brother is green with envy so he decided to get one for himself to furnish his room. The purchase will be done tomorrow to supplement my brand new seventeen inch flat screen LCD television which was bought yesterday at Harbourfront Shopping Centre. I was from visiting Sim Lim Square and Bugis Junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To those avid readers of my blog you would have noticed that a Philips fifteen inch flat screen LCD television was paid for at Courts less than six months ago. I have decided to upgrade my electricals. Television, VCD player, DVD player, Hi-Fi and mp3 player on sale. Interested individuals of these used products are kindly advised to contact me. Prices are negotiable and installment plans are available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111918579945089622?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111918579945089622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111918579945089622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918579945089622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918579945089622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/spendthrift-me.html' title='The Spendthrift Me'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111918459439490620</id><published>2005-06-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:36:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torns Among The Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Torns Among The Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just got back from Great World Shopping Centre not too long ago to snack bread and butter at Delifrance. I was silent most of the time and it was relatively apparent. An old flame who had been haunting my lives for the past six years had made physical contacts. We were supposed to meet today but it was cancelled due to some unforseen domestic circumstances. A promise was made for us to meet again someday. I certainly hope so. You mean so much to me and i miss you drastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111918459439490620?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111918459439490620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111918459439490620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918459439490620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111918459439490620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/torns-among-roses.html' title='Torns Among The Roses'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111909906384095927</id><published>2005-06-18T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:06:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RELIEF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The sun was scorching and the blue sky was almost cloudless. I was happily sight seeing at Bugis Junction from Sim Lim Square when my Nokia rang. It was dear Nana. She energetically informed me that the examination results were out and we could check them online. My heart skipped a beat. I was eager to get back home and dance my fingers on the keyboard. She did very well and i am proud of her. She totally deserved it. I observed that she had her heart and soul channeled into the preliminaries. Always peppy in organising group studies. As for myself i am surprised that i did not flunk my weakest subject. I miraculously managed to pass it and scored a few distinctions for the remaining others. Not too bad for a delinquent who did not flip a page in his modulars or browse a sentence of any notes in preparation for the crucial assessments. Not forgetting skipping classes until warned of misconduct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111909906384095927?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111909906384095927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111909906384095927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111909906384095927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111909906384095927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/relief.html' title='RELIEF!'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111902401041507738</id><published>2005-06-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:00:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright guys i am back from my holiday. I had a blast of a time but i will update again sometime soon. I am just too tired and lazy now. Some major unpacking to do. Till later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111902401041507738?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111902401041507738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111902401041507738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111902401041507738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111902401041507738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111864669841093880</id><published>2005-06-13T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:19:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lonely Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My apology to Amil for not making it to town yesterday evening and joining you guys. I was a little held up with my business. I also had to turn down Haslam tonight to laugh at Kumar's first class jokes and antics at Hard Rock Cafe. Maybe next time. I will be leaving very soon in a matter of hours. My luggage not packed yet but i am trying to calm myself down and not panic. I hope i had not misplaced my passport and other essential documentations. I had waited eagerly for this day to arrive. I needed this time off to unwind and relax. To ease my mind and enjoy myself is my prime priority right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My mum had been giving me the super cold treatment for the past few days due to the immense argument we had. It was chaotic. I crossed the line big time and i did tried to make peace. Other problems include the ridges caused by the complex misunderstandings occuring in my cherished clan. I pray for the situation to improve. I am stuck in this web of conspiracy and politic between two parties and their loyal followers. All is in a pile of mess waiting to be cleaned up and arranged in order. Life could get extremely stressful. Away from Singapore is the best way to effectively take a breather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111864669841093880?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111864669841093880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111864669841093880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111864669841093880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111864669841093880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-planet.html' title='Lonely Planet'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111864450350551015</id><published>2005-06-13T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:39:12.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels To Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wheels To Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On Saturday night i was supposed to crash over at my buddy's place with my modified Peugeot bicycle to make travelling to the east on early Sunday morning more convenient and efficient. We had registered for the National Runway Cycling commencing at Paya Lebar Airbase officiated by Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, Minister of Community Development, Youth and Sports. It is an annual event where you can choose between cycling or skating on the six or fifteen kilometer routes. Rental services were available. I participated in this activity a few years ago and was interested again this year. However unfortunately the plan was scrapped last minute. My friend and i were just too narcoleptic. Some ten thousand enthusiasts were expected. It was jointly organised by SAFRA, Republic of Singapore Air Force and Singapore Sports Council. There were aerial displays such as the full range of RSAF's aircrafts and weapons including the F16D and Chinook helicopter to grace the tenth anniversary. I was in that chopper once during my national service days. It was humongous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111864450350551015?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111864450350551015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111864450350551015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111864450350551015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111864450350551015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheels-to-fly.html' title='Wheels To Fly'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111856394003103457</id><published>2005-06-12T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T16:16:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Time Has Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dinner yesterday at Lau Pa Sat with my brother was simple yet memorable. We were hunting for Automated Teller Machines. We ran out of cash to dine sumptuously. If only they accepted credit cards. I was thinking of dropping by Bugis Junction to scavenge for grimcracks and maybe a map for my trip but it was getting late. The parking lots were full anyway. As for today i am staying at home with my family to do my packing and a little research online to plan my routes. I am leaving tomorrow for my much needed holiday and will be back in a maximum of a week. Campus reopening real soon and the thought of that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111856394003103457?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111856394003103457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111856394003103457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111856394003103457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111856394003103457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111856242564370853</id><published>2005-06-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:59:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Urban Exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Plaza Singapura was crowded two days ago where i had my fresh baked chocolate chip waffle topped with cookies and cream at Gelare. I also could not resist the frozen chocolate to wash down the appetising delicacy down my oesophagus. Yesterday i had to turn down three invitations. Adi's open house at Bukit Panjang, Dayu's barbeque gathering at East Coast Park and Sherry's advanced birthday party at West Coast Park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I chose the option to accompany my elder brother to buy a brand new automobile. I wanted to be there for him. He has done so much for me. After much discussion and deliberation we both somewhat agreed and decided that now is finally one of the best times to trade in our current Hyundai Sonata for our favourite Sports Utility Vehicle. The Hyundai Santa Fe. The deal cost us a whopping $66666 oh and i get to choose the colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111856242564370853?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111856242564370853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111856242564370853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111856242564370853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111856242564370853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/urban-exchange.html' title='Urban Exchange'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111841745640162750</id><published>2005-06-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:34:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Can Be Lethal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love Can Be Lethal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Mr and Mrs Smith' was entertaining and amusing but not satisfactory enough. I expected more crunch and action out of the two hours movie. I was tricked by the previews and trailers thinking there was going to be some high technology conspiracy involving an array of gizmos, machineries and state of the art weaponries. I was a little disappointed with the storyline that revolved around the lives of two legendary and deadly assasins. They were married to each other but ironically concealed of their secret identities. There were too much dialogues and abrupt endings to occupy the already thin and predictable plots. There was a tinge of romance between the paradoxical couple and some sensual scenes to project just that. The two main casts were undeniably respectable and creditable. Brad Pitt was suave and smooth as usual and Angelina Jolie was such a hottie. A tantalising and appetising combination but i could not say the same for the dry scripting and cinematography. I rate it six out of ten stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111841745640162750?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111841745640162750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111841745640162750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111841745640162750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111841745640162750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-can-be-lethal.html' title='Love Can Be Lethal'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111812131329756035</id><published>2005-06-07T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:15:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Circuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Short Circuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am going to Funan The IT Mall today. Buying a wireless keyboard and mouse. Make that optical too. Other computer related accessories are in my mind. Like a good mousepad. Hopefully today i could finalise my trip oversea into fine details. Taking too long and making me frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111812131329756035?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111812131329756035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111812131329756035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111812131329756035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111812131329756035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/short-circuit.html' title='Short Circuit'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11549310.post-111803069070404127</id><published>2005-06-06T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:04:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JERK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dear Mister Policeman. You warned me to cycle slowly in your hostile tone when i zoomed past you last Saturday at the Sentosa beach. I am the cyclist and i acknowledged carefulness. Next time if there is such a thing as a speed limit for bicycles on that island please do put up the appropriate signs along the roads. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11549310-111803069070404127?l=shahren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/feeds/111803069070404127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11549310&amp;postID=111803069070404127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111803069070404127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11549310/posts/default/111803069070404127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahren.blogspot.com/2005/06/jerk.html' title='JERK!'/><author><name>shahren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
