<?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-4843705214222744359</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:16:09.258-08:00</updated><category term='DeePavali'/><title type='text'>Indiano Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>The Indian Man Is In KamPaR!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-4978726380987742674</id><published>2009-09-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:47:59.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since your Birth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SrjFr6rf7vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9ooVgq1o4KQ/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SrjFr6rf7vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9ooVgq1o4KQ/s320/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270712798179058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I realized for my 22nd birthday... as i blew off the candle, something struck me.. Its us who put the lights out in our own life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is amusing..our life is very similar to this candle.&lt;br /&gt;It starts as a small fire, emitting light which you see the world with.&lt;br /&gt;To me, God passes this same light onto every soul that is born.. even this very minute, haha..A bright light to start your life with, that's God's gift to every single being, its we who contaminate this light. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay try looking at the candle in this way, the light emitted is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; god gave you as a child and each Negative emotion of yours lets consider it as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; piece of cloth.. and each emotion dims this light as it falls over the Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;... Covered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;...Covered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;...Covered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hatred&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;...Covered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ego&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;...Covered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;... till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; is buried in our own darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only gave this Light, he did not take it away from us, We did...&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends, lets all remove our negative emotions. One at a time to gain what god initially presented us with.Hold no grudge against anyone, every step we take in life is a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful my dear friends... Lets cherish it Together =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-4978726380987742674?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/4978726380987742674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/4978726380987742674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-your-birth.html' title='Since your Birth..'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SrjFr6rf7vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9ooVgq1o4KQ/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-3785677660193248235</id><published>2009-09-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:38:42.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/Sq26o0WfopI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9UJNiLC_fFw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/Sq26o0WfopI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9UJNiLC_fFw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381162340188136082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, been long since i blogged about anything.. and what do i have to write about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about love,&lt;br /&gt;Something i learned from my partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, nothing is permanent.. Birth is followed by death. love alone lives to eternity... love is ifinite. Love is something that everyone should be good at. because it only gives, doesn't know how to take. Problems exist in every corner of life ,but love makes life a lot more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue all you want with your partner, but never end an argument without an apology. If there comes a time where you regret you are in a relationship, think what you would have lost in your life without your partners presence. Life is a school in whole, the learning never stops. Is it appropriate to expect that your partner has to be perfect, take time to learn about their likes and dislikes if everyone is the same as you then the world would be boring. a perfect relationship is not a gift its more of an effort, Don't emphasis on wad effort you have put in take some time to appreciate the effort your partner has put in. In love there is no room for ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child is the Father of man, put your partner in the child's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Hema Loshni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-3785677660193248235?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3785677660193248235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3785677660193248235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-my-life.html' title='All My Life...'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/Sq26o0WfopI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9UJNiLC_fFw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-5945091741510001442</id><published>2009-04-08T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:51:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SdzjXNOV_PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-iZ6K9GMnYk/s1600-h/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322378847471402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SdzjXNOV_PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-iZ6K9GMnYk/s320/lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal Value is no longer appreciated in the society. Value origins from one heart, but the world now measures value by money and Family background. In that case the rich have added values, but is this right? If thats the case the rich would lose all their values if they were to lose their money. True value lies in the heart,even people from slums have value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened to the society man, When we see indians drinking and driving an iswara they are called Poriki's,but when you see them drinking and driving a merz we say thats culture.So is value all about money? can rolex add more value to one's self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man's value should be based on his personality not his financial position or his background. because status is not what you develop by urself. A drug dealer can have a status, a politician may have status, but does that mean they have values?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better to be hated for the person you are, then to be loved for the person you aren't.Live your life for your values and for yourself... you will see the point in living life for the society. Whats the point in living for the society and not knowing urself? dwelling in fear and fake values? for others to appreciate you. Know yourself in order to know the society...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont't impose ur values on me... I Have my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-5945091741510001442?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5945091741510001442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5945091741510001442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/personal-value.html' title='Personal Value'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SdzjXNOV_PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-iZ6K9GMnYk/s72-c/lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-3257205412705674337</id><published>2009-03-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:29:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SbrCFt-S6mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lE7No8BI-W0/s1600-h/AngelPray88_339131529_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312772113932937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SbrCFt-S6mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lE7No8BI-W0/s320/AngelPray88_339131529_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want much, just some beautiful sleep, i write this in order to blurt out some feelings hoping i would feel better, I dedicate this to you knowing you are a Dream that won't come true, A Desire that can't be fullfilled, A figment of my imagination.. that came to life, I never beleived when my mother told me angels walked among us.... Till i met you... I dedicate this to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;t was when the hours just felt like moments, as if it was magic. Time froze as I admired your sweet smile, the clocks hand seemed weightless as I watched your hair toss around like silk, hours became seconds watching your beautiful hand dance in the air. Looking into your eyes I felt weak, hoping u could hear my heart speak I watched those moments speed by; those were the moments that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was staggered by your beauty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The beautiful moments when I realised your soul was unique. Watching you talk without anything to hide, among the rest you had a glow. Watching you talk as you walk, you just had the flow. I sensed a soul pure as gold. Time doesn’t even come to existence till I part from you for the day and rest my head in bed... those were the moments that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was captured by your innocence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The beautiful moments when you reminded me who am I. Those beautiful minutes of your words, buried my sorrows, Words that made me strong, it made me feel the bond. Consoling me like a mother u made my heart feel like a feather. Talking to you I felt the warmth of sea and the symphony the waves; those were the beautiful moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was impressed by your confidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The beautiful moments, it was when time flew by simply defying logic. Flowers don’t bloom till they see the sun, without you my life simply wouldn’t be fun. I never knew how they felt when I made them laugh...you gave me a chance to be in their shoes, I never knew how they felt forgetting themselves in seconds of laughter...you gave me the opportunity, I thought the world only takes from me...you reminded me the best comes at last; those were the beautiful moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got touched by your caringness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there was a language for beauty... it is well spoken by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there was a sign for innocence... it is well displayed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there was a sense in confidence... it is only sensible by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there was a home for caringness...it lies in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish these moments, as they are the most beautiful moments of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-3257205412705674337?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3257205412705674337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3257205412705674337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-moments.html' title='The Beautiful Moments'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SbrCFt-S6mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lE7No8BI-W0/s72-c/AngelPray88_339131529_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-7012243141104964275</id><published>2009-02-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:14:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kereta Api Tanah Melayu Berhad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZIvDzj1_eI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Po8x6ZT9vdA/s1600-h/DSC01198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301351453795155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZIvDzj1_eI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Po8x6ZT9vdA/s320/DSC01198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear.. some one told me it would only take 2 hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Butterworth &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kampar Perak&lt;/span&gt;... It took bloody 4 hours la! and it seemed like the train was going to fall apart at one point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I semangat posing like "varanam aayiram" surya preparing for my journey... there was no sameera reddy ,only one pretty damaged looking aunty.. Well,Thats not the point!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 HOURS IS LONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was also acceptable to a certain point, what i really could not digest was the name of the kampungs on the way.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAMPUNG TETED,TASEK,&lt;/span&gt; and one more, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kampung Lorod&lt;/span&gt;... wtf does &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOROD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TETED&lt;/span&gt; mean?! Tasek was acceptable.. the village had a big septic tank in the middle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the bullet trains in japan, we still ride on train that looks like its fresh from the world war II...and they have automatic doors.. which close when u near them.. and open when u are sitting... MURUGA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first time in tren antara bandar.. and my last!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-7012243141104964275?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7012243141104964275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7012243141104964275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/kereta-tanah-melayu-berhad.html' title='Kereta Api Tanah Melayu Berhad!'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZIvDzj1_eI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Po8x6ZT9vdA/s72-c/DSC01198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-646966132253363318</id><published>2009-02-05T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:07:37.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collision Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYulM4ko3zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CvKZ4DJ1syI/s1600-h/love+vs+brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299511027294592818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYulM4ko3zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CvKZ4DJ1syI/s320/love+vs+brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda kewl image huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats what i am going through now.. ur brain gives you the most practical/logical answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ur heart disagrees on it. Time to choose between heart or brain... Humans need emotions to survive, indians need alot of it especially, guess its a trait from the gene pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(p/s : heart has an indian accent to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt; : Dude, c'mon man... you know it aint gona work, things ought to change,u get wad i mean dude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;: vat is dis la.. aiyoo c'mon u are not dat veak, trust in me la anne... i can pull u trough anyTin vvan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;: Yea yea, keep listening to dat nigga and look where u are man, in a pile of mess wif people caling ya traitor and ungratefull, u made ur sacrifices man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;: aiyoo dat yello felo is co negative minded la anne, u listen to me and u happy vat, vat else u vant? u vant see people cry coz of dat yellow felow a? tel me tell me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;:dude,whats cracking u up, is dat nigga, screw him man. there is more to life then emotions brotha. u got ya life to take care of.. screw others man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;: dei dei...vat u talking... a? vat u talking... in loneliness ver got peace la Niggar... no peace, u need dis ppl la...dai thambi.. listen to me la.. vat happen now.. a? vat happen? nuttin hapen correct a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;:Nothing ur head nigga... u been pumping a whole lot of blood into me.. it makes the entire system haywire nigga, u crazy man? try my department would ya... crazy ass nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;: vone tin is for suRe my yello badava... i can take ur job anytime, but u cant do mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;: wada hell man why not?.. v both are just tissues and muscles dude.. i got more nervers den u can imagine....wada say for dat pink face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i am not the same as you.... i consist of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea.... i get the point... but what do you do in this situation... do you vote for your heart?... or your brain? which is showing you the right path?.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet again i write to a full stop with a question mark....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfection leaves no room for improvement... am i seeking perfection.. or just peace....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-646966132253363318?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/646966132253363318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/646966132253363318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/collision-course.html' title='Collision Course'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYulM4ko3zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CvKZ4DJ1syI/s72-c/love+vs+brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-8474296076158854402</id><published>2009-02-04T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:19:14.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer to EXPLODE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYo-iIwDtFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nra56c9YmoY/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299116667740337234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYo-iIwDtFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nra56c9YmoY/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea.. its exam time, and the clock ticking at 9.06 am now.. i got a paper to sit for at 2.oo pm later today.. yes i am blogging istead of studying.. why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant realy control my emotions now.. been studying for the past 4 hours..just had a rough conversation with my gf about a day ago, guess we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;broke up&lt;/span&gt;, =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunt even know if i want to or not... let time decide that, i'll be happy with what ever that happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having some serious shit financial problems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started smoking heavily again... i can bearly feel oxygen in my lungs now, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well Management is quite a tough paper for me, i have still 7 chapters to go trough, not tat i remember much of the 7 chapters that i just finished, my brain keeps wondering to wad is to life, or just my life.. well some consider their body a temple. for the time being. mine is just being an amusement park, yea.. all the cigs,sleepless..tired, cant think straight. guess the love doctor himself is facing love problems.. should i consult another doctor?&lt;br /&gt;or should i just be a good doctor and make things rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tough decission to pull off... especialy with the amount of things going on at home... if this was a tmail movie.. this would be the part the hero goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AIYOYOYOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha... life is funny, love is a mental torture... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lust is a pleasure.. love is a measure for the pleasure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see at times like this i get really sane.. or insane.. i duno u choose.. which version of me do u prefer?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adioz-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"KaBooooooM!!"&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/4843705214222744359-8474296076158854402?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/8474296076158854402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/8474296076158854402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-step-closer-to-explode.html' title='One Step Closer to EXPLODE!!!'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYo-iIwDtFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nra56c9YmoY/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-3720862989792554287</id><published>2009-02-02T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:40:18.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Of the Orient..</title><content 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc8ixaaeeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IObwP-iIGAU/s1600-h/DSC03074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc8ixaaeeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IObwP-iIGAU/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298270054702021090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc77rORRMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LXc3coth4S8/s320/DSC03030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc32h7NrRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BxUaoIIx6UQ/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298264896583871762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc32h7NrRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BxUaoIIx6UQ/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yesh, by now if u have not guessed wad. We went to Pulau Pinang!!! Oh yeah.. simply beautifull. The beach side bbq,Pagoda Trip, and the food!! cheap delicous Food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A total of 7 of us went, we left K.L in two cars around 8 am in the morning.. and reached penang around 4 pm.Yes we used PLUS highway,No we did not stop anywhere on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS CHINESE NEW YEAR...&lt;/span&gt; the jam in plus highway started at Sungkai, And only ended After Ipoh tol.. about 50 km away from Ipoh toll.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,we reached on the same day at least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;around 7.30 all the girls took their shower make up make up all done, we left to USM DEEPAM NITE 09' quite a nice show by USM students...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then BBQ at the beach, Games.. the fun lasted from 1 am to 8 am something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was one wonderfull trip.. especialy when traveling with a wonderufll group of friends!&lt;/div&gt;Not Enough Sleep, Low on budget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But Had Heck Of A Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-3720862989792554287?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3720862989792554287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/3720862989792554287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pearl-of-orient.html' title='Pearl Of the Orient..'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SYc9qxkSH9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zq4g_DD9aJ8/s72-c/DSC03099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-1235266205989328456</id><published>2009-01-13T02:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:04:56.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam Dam Dam!</title><content type='html'>So much has been happening in Uni, that i have totally forgotten i have a blog to update, &lt;div&gt;ok, lets see.. i last stopped with the 12 week challenge thing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dint give up, still going strong. just that i lost my camera's cable i cant upload the pictures of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will do it as soon as i get the cable.. but the price of Sony goods are just too expensive, =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been so busy with stuffs, like Culture Night, organizing the trip to Penang, Shifting into new Hostel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-1235266205989328456?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/1235266205989328456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/1235266205989328456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/dam-dam-dam.html' title='Dam Dam Dam!'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-7429233746946233130</id><published>2008-11-20T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:47:50.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking The Habit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-7429233746946233130?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7429233746946233130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7429233746946233130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking The Habit...'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-546302941197944377</id><published>2008-11-05T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:14:59.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRHmWzjbBmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gzXuawaF4-E/s1600-h/red-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265242718843111010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRHmWzjbBmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gzXuawaF4-E/s320/red-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, instead of posting the usual crap.. i felt like writing about something bit more touchy. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, this goes out to all my friends, be it In Love, or Out, lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love isn't about finding a perfect partner, it is about making your partner the perfect person. It is not about how much you fight, more about how much u regret you fought. Take the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt; as an example, how beautifull the flower looks.. but it has plenty of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thorns&lt;/span&gt; on its stem, yet we seldom talk about the thorns. Look at love the same...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing is certain, nothing in this world is perfect. When it is perfect there is no room for improvement. So why expect humans to be perfect? We humans are gifted with the power of thinking.. so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Advance&lt;/span&gt;.Running away doesnt solve any problems. Infact runing away makes you some one who isn't capable of facing your problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is about memories, not gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A kiss can never Express thy love.. it can only Explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends,Stop falling in love...Lets Rise in it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Cheerz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-546302941197944377?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/546302941197944377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/546302941197944377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRHmWzjbBmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gzXuawaF4-E/s72-c/red-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-7987913941955872064</id><published>2008-11-04T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:26:51.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRCfOhqR5YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0cpTTopoxJI/s1600-h/once+upon+a+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883036298798466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRCfOhqR5YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0cpTTopoxJI/s320/once+upon+a+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. those were the golden days man.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lets see if u can recognize me first... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Trip tp Port Dickson, it was a college season's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Musttrip!&lt;/span&gt; haha 24/7 thanii and cigret n doing nonsense.. still rememember that day v wer doing BBQ but i swear i dont remember for wad occasion.. yea la.. once go means can remember, everytime go PD means where to remember??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First before all got drunk they were complaning the chicken was not cooked properly, half way drinking few of us started to eat the chicken RAW, i was one of em i tink..and Mathan(&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;they guy Squating&lt;/span&gt;)came singing to my face which started my vomit session.. i vomited off the balcony, it was an apartment we rented.. god knows whos head i showered... ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my god.. this picture is priceless man... al of us walked dam hungry and half steady to the indian shop to eat.. then left back to kl.. im pretty sure Keshaf(&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3rd Guy from the left*beside me&lt;/span&gt;) wunt forget it too, i reloaded his hand phone for RM10, was so happy.. didnt last long though.. coz i used his phone to flirt with Loshni(&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Gf Now&lt;/span&gt;) all the way when he was driving from KL to PD ever since then dude doesnt let me reload his hand phone. and doesnt let me sit in the navigator seat.. as i was msging Loshni n didnt even bother directing him.. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyo aiyo.. orree aka poreh.. ~Jaali Thaneh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-7987913941955872064?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7987913941955872064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/7987913941955872064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/golden-days.html' title='Golden Days...'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SRCfOhqR5YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0cpTTopoxJI/s72-c/once+upon+a+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-2922453131546283030</id><published>2008-11-03T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:06:37.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Macha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8k6SdqnTI/AAAAAAAAADw/sMHWU5mme40/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264467073226677554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8k6SdqnTI/AAAAAAAAADw/sMHWU5mme40/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeh, Thats rite.. my macha always on top the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is d most impotent guy, sorry IMPORTANT guy to me.. yea way much more then my own brother!, a brother anyone would love to have...&lt;br /&gt;well he has always given me alot of support from the first time me having love problems(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;form 5 *Jaali Thaneh&lt;/span&gt;) till the last time i had family problems.. dude is always there giving me a helpfull hand&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt advice or nag you like how a brother should.. he tells you whats to be done next up..&lt;br /&gt;a person i look up to.. it is easy to speak like a practical man.. but my macha here lives the life of a practical man.. doesnt care wad people say of what he does but a guy who beleive even a smile is wrong if it is gona hurt a soul.. this guy here has been with me thru rough n tough situations...&lt;br /&gt;if today i am alive it would b cause my macha.. n today if i am called a cheerful person it is also coz of my macha... he is always happy... no matter in bad situations or gud situation.. what i learnt from him..&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Tears.. problems are there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;           In Laughter.. problems are still there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;            So Why not face problems with a smile on you... rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Rocking cha... Ur da Greatest!&lt;br /&gt;Maire macha Valge! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-2922453131546283030?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2922453131546283030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2922453131546283030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-macha.html' title='My Macha!!'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8k6SdqnTI/AAAAAAAAADw/sMHWU5mme40/s72-c/DSC01003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-6982778972361881144</id><published>2008-11-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:15:27.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 Most Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8fGoFIxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/sUaz6gYWWOI/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264460688118039762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8fGoFIxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/sUaz6gYWWOI/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, hey wassap.. its me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Indiano&lt;/span&gt; again... well these are the two most important ladies in my life... My Mom(right) My Babe(left)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mom has been very supportive for me.. always being there when i need her, she is my menteri kewangan lol, kinda childish at times.. but tats wad i love in her the most... the greatest mom, a mom who has a sense of humour.. haha half the time she makes fun of me.. calling me baby gaanesh when she is happy n babi gaanesh when i do sumting wrong.. haha&lt;br /&gt;she always takes eveything easy, even when i broke her favourite vase n put the blame on the dog.... =P (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note: JAcko Broke it ok, not me&lt;/span&gt;) mom... ur the greatest women alive... i love you so much n you are preety; people keep saying ur my sister..&lt;br /&gt;i know....&lt;br /&gt;but i will never say tat to her face to face.. why not u may ask..... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c'mon i havent told her anything about how she looks n look at her pose wei.&lt;/span&gt;... Ena Kodemei sar ithe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vokay, lets talk about babi sayang.. i mean baby sayang.. lolz.. sory babe, just for fun... well im not really gifted enough to see my mum that often coz of certain family situations my dad caused.. ( i still love my dad though)...so,&lt;br /&gt;Baby sayang here is my alternate mother.. cares like a real mom, scolds like my dad.. n &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;beats me like a real enemy&lt;/span&gt;.. haha... but none of it hurts.. coz she never hits me hard... =)&lt;br /&gt;if my mom is a gift by god.. my babe here is the gift from angels.... abit blur though at times, but never wil give me up for anyone... can get a lil naggy at times. but always nags for my good..&lt;br /&gt;i can never scold my pumpkin here coz of how she talks.. haha the most cutest voice i have ever heard.... the most beautifull girl i have ever met, the most cheerful soul i have ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;What realy shines out from her is the way she scolds me. Eventhough she knows i wunt listen she wil keep scolding just for her satisfaction coz when i do fall, she comes runing first to see me...&lt;br /&gt;so she prefers to scold me for the satisfaction. but now she is also in sabah... far away from me... guess God always takes away what i love the most in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love u Both...... Till My Heart Stops Beating....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-6982778972361881144?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/6982778972361881144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/6982778972361881144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-most-important.html' title='The 2 Most Important'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8fGoFIxNI/AAAAAAAAADo/sUaz6gYWWOI/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-2070205371202852262</id><published>2008-11-03T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:41:24.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8asf14RmI/AAAAAAAAADg/nL6lrtGKBtQ/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264455841183450722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8asf14RmI/AAAAAAAAADg/nL6lrtGKBtQ/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture here was taken in the class.... yeah... Mr.Tan Ak was looking at me... gues he sees me too much he aint bothered to b concern whateva the Fark i do in class....&lt;br /&gt;It is Writing For Biznez class.... Oh God,it is simplfied english complicated then simplified again...&lt;br /&gt;why is education always complicating something and then making it easy again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that is a question no one can answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jaali Thaneh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-2070205371202852262?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2070205371202852262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2070205371202852262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-in-class.html' title='Bored in Class'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQ8asf14RmI/AAAAAAAAADg/nL6lrtGKBtQ/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-9070152652733495745</id><published>2008-10-31T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:22:43.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeePavali'/><title type='text'>Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQrpNGp-RVI/AAAAAAAAADY/xoV7wWzDuBc/s1600-h/DSC00647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263275525870077266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQrpNGp-RVI/AAAAAAAAADY/xoV7wWzDuBc/s320/DSC00647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Machan (left) Me (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... its been a long time since i blogd.. and aite.. lets talk about diwali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a festival of lights.. wad a wonderfull way it started out with.. v started the eve of diwali without any drinks... just for a sake of not drinking on a festive day.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(which we always do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess wad, everything went wrong, i didnt sleep due to not geting drunk n talking granfather stories at the BBQ party v didnt sleep and had to rush to the temple at 7 am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the temple trip came home n were waiting for my frens, who did not come due to over alcohol consumptions.... and then me n my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;machan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;made a few trip around to his frens house.. n saw PERI (the oni good thing dat happened diwali day)... woo.. wad a figure wad a figure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, next up v went to a few more frens house.. ate all the murukus v could n packd some back for uni frens.. but im eating it all for myself... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finaly, the last day v alllll drank like a happy family..... and i missed my bus, early morning 9 am... had to catch a bus, make it to kampar by 9 pm..... and kena blessing by my frend for missing the bus... ..thats how my FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS came to a conclusion.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-9070152652733495745?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/9070152652733495745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/9070152652733495745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepavali.html' title='Deepavali'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SQrpNGp-RVI/AAAAAAAAADY/xoV7wWzDuBc/s72-c/DSC00647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-2919192781203800859</id><published>2008-08-28T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:21:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ8A7iAHEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Eqlj3CwqB0/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239511571914300482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ8A7iAHEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Eqlj3CwqB0/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not so far away... just about 35k feet above sea level.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wonderfull&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-2919192781203800859?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2919192781203800859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/2919192781203800859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven.html' title='Heaven??'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ8A7iAHEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Eqlj3CwqB0/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-319323868774470244</id><published>2008-08-28T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:19:06.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Sarvesh Kumar Bachelor Bsc Hons Financial Economics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ7iCFOcCI/AAAAAAAAADI/KsDUcdj6B9k/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239511041096708130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ7iCFOcCI/AAAAAAAAADI/KsDUcdj6B9k/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ6mKVpGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/gePaTXLVfK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ5uSimGGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JIFK8rKa_Dg/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha, this is hilarious... this is my brother.. the dude graduated around 1 P.M, he wasn't allowed to go out for a smoke.. so he smoked at the back alley of dewan canselor.. the big hall where the TYT handed over his Scroll... it was about 5 mins after he got the scroll ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ6mKVpGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/gePaTXLVfK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ6mKVpGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/gePaTXLVfK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ6mKVpGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/gePaTXLVfK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ6mKVpGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/gePaTXLVfK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/319323868774470244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/mrsarvesh-kumar-bachelor-bsc-hons.html' title='Mr.Sarvesh Kumar Bachelor Bsc Hons Financial Economics'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ7iCFOcCI/AAAAAAAAADI/KsDUcdj6B9k/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-5833714815165664414</id><published>2008-08-28T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:07:39.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah... The Land Of Round-a-Bouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ4q71OvnI/AAAAAAAAACw/wC0WzPrATXc/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ4Axs-pGI/AAAAAAAAACo/VyruRyqP-Fo/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ2gb9dIHI/AAAAAAAAACg/bQ1xwMHccAw/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239505516125560946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ2gb9dIHI/AAAAAAAAACg/bQ1xwMHccAw/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a Trip to sabah for my brothers convocation... and i became the driver as i had to drive up and down from one Imperial hotel and Tune hotel.. cause my parents don't wana live in the same hotel.. guess wad a 5 mins trip it would b in kl was 30 mins trip in Sabah KK, coz they haf roundabouts everywhere!!!! Big Ones,Small Ones, Medium Ones, Large Ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this round-A-bout in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jalan Mati"&lt;/span&gt; i didnt realise the Cement Block was a Round-a-Bout till a car honked at me n took the round-a-bout to exit the jalan mati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-5833714815165664414?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5833714815165664414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5833714815165664414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabah-land-of-round-bouts.html' title='Sabah... The Land Of Round-a-Bouts'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SLZ2gb9dIHI/AAAAAAAAACg/bQ1xwMHccAw/s72-c/DSC00097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-5602715695235668722</id><published>2008-08-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:23:57.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson On Being Broke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKsZ2o5DMOI/AAAAAAAAACY/XzUObntwanU/s1600-h/broke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236307418228666594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKsZ2o5DMOI/AAAAAAAAACY/XzUObntwanU/s320/broke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. When you have hundred...put aside the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red one's-RM 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.When you have Fifty's...put aside the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green one's-RM5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.When you have Tens...put aside the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Light Blue one's-RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.When you have one's and two's..put aside the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Silvers-Coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.When you have&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Declared Yourself Broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Put Em Good Silvers To Use&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I basically spent RM500 in 48 hours.. and still managed to save RM60 in coins.. hehe the technique seriously comes in handy peeps... try it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all of me and my friends went for "yamcha", and the laughter burst out when i took this pile of coins out to pay for my &lt;em&gt;Maggie Goreng&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Limau ais&lt;/em&gt; + &lt;em&gt;Dunhill&lt;/em&gt;, RM11.90 all together... when counting the coins, i practically lost count a few times because they were laughing that loud..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and guess what, I still got Coins Left to spend...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woo~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843705214222744359-5602715695235668722?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5602715695235668722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/5602715695235668722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/lesson-on-being-broke.html' title='Lesson On Being Broke...'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKsZ2o5DMOI/AAAAAAAAACY/XzUObntwanU/s72-c/broke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843705214222744359.post-727996029618074859</id><published>2008-08-19T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:05:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Mist Of Rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKqam6dt2hI/AAAAAAAAABU/uV1co30MJfs/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236167510091225618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKqam6dt2hI/AAAAAAAAABU/uV1co30MJfs/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;In the mist of rain.. i see the pain of not having you by my side..&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of ur absence.... by learning how to love you more,here something i dedicate to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rain is a gift from god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are a gift I got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;after the rain comes the rainbow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picturing you in the rain gets my feelings to flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A drop on rain on the earth makes the flowers lucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A rain drop trickling down your chin makes the rain lucky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that drop of rain might have soothed your heat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the same drop of rain made my heart skip a beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if god created rain to shower earth.. He created you to be the angel to be in this earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss my babe...&lt;/span&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/4843705214222744359-727996029618074859?l=indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/727996029618074859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843705214222744359/posts/default/727996029618074859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiano-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-mist-of-rain.html' title='In The Mist Of Rain....'/><author><name>Indiano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277472441865597881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SZJ95PNLxUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPZK638HIkI/S220/DSC03099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApeyUAMedj4/SKqam6dt2hI/AAAAAAAAABU/uV1co30MJfs/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
