tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673850436197369432024-03-05T01:03:43.117-08:00Mind WavesRock My World Baby.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-59678592089697191512010-01-02T22:39:00.000-08:002010-01-02T23:28:54.542-08:00Life thus far.Hey again,<br />I'm sorry for updating this late. The reason I`m blogging now is that I`m probably gonna be dead busy after this, with studies, SPM!, school stuff. But I just wanna say a little bit about what`s going on in my mind. And maybe a little about what I did the past few weeks.<br /><br />Firstly, I`ve been thinking and without sounding obsessive, `observing society`, a small one at least, between the borders of K.L at least. I think the key word here would be `pretence` or `pretend`. You see, what I`ve thought I finally understood is that, society works on a whole basis of pretence, or if you`d rather, influence. People act, based on the platform of so many forms of emotions or `hormone reactions`. For example, let`s take envy. The first question I would like to stamp on the table, a simple one, `why do you think your dad bought that new car?` What drove him to buy a new car? Well, cutting out the usual bullshit they tell us like its for the family and all that. But honestly, don`t you think, your dad bought that car based on a little of envy? A little might be an understatement, but research has shown, `proven by einstein himself`, <span style="font-weight: bold;">relativity </span>exists in society and will continue to.<br /><br />We relate as in we compare. We compare our status with others, we compare our financial stability with others. Yeah, punks would tell you, we`re on our own, we do whatever we like and whatever. But I believe, envy and relativity will always be there. It`s just about <span style="font-style: italic;">how much you let it affect your everyday life and how significant the role its gonna play in your life. </span>For example, why do teenagers get rebellious at a certain age? And don`t fool me, everyone gets rebellious when they reach some age. Why do they suddenlly `hate their parents`? Extremes and medical explainations aside, I think relativity plays a part here too. Teens, usually without a right frame of mind and probable lack of maturity, would ALWAYS relate themselves to others, `how come that dude has a mohawk?`, `how come they don`t hang out with their parents`? and somehow, you fit in with that group, and you realise, to be one of them, you gotta do their `thing` so there you go, you <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretend. </span>You pretend to hate your parents, you pretend to be emo, maybe unconsciously, that depends.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>This post isn`t about proving people wrong and stating the `right thing to do`. Its a topic that I think, would be debatable till the very end. This is just my shallow opinion on what is at a bigger and more difficult scale. Sooo, yeah. :)<br /><br />Sooo, what have I been up to? Nothing really much actually, performed with the band, studied, had my cousins come over to my place. * don`t remind me of them, seriously* hahah kids kids.. :P<br /><br />Breakdown Before Breakfast played at Moshmallow, here are some pics.<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14557_225616377936_728112936_3018030_3699559_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14557_225616342936_728112936_3018025_6967631_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14557_225616292936_728112936_3018019_1555063_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />OBSCENE lol<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14557_225616262936_728112936_3018017_5582685_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Solo :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs075.snc3/14241_207840862332_732077332_3100220_6219726_n.jpg" style="width: 483px; height: 461px;" /></a><br />Before MOsh, we played at a prom in Chulan Hotel, KL. Very fancy :D<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3350523&id=741232918&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs055.snc3/14241_207778757332_732077332_3099818_4572565_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Candid.<br /><br />Andd, I found some really old pics, back when I was in form 2 or something, got it from Friendster right before I deleted the account. Hahah Facebook ftw! :P<br /><br /><ul style="left: -1800px; top: 0px;" id="photoUl"><li id="scroller_li_2" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_234555831l.jpg" /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_3" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_783647044l.jpg" /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_4" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: 474px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_990910060l.jpg" /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_4" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass">ahh abused too.<br /></span></li></ul><span class="photoClass"></span><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_277165892l.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Hahahahah this never gets old. :DDDDDDDD<br /><ul style="left: -3000px; top: 0px;" id="photoUl"><li id="scroller_li_1" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><br /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_2" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><br /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_4" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><br /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_5" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><br /></a></span></li><li id="scroller_li_6" class="liClass"><span class="photoClass"><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: 441px; height: 454px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_644135921l.jpg" /></a></span></li></ul>Aww small kids.<br />:P oh and that girl with the punk hairstyle, the prefect?she`s the head prefect now. :P<br /><br /><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_173007902l.jpg" /></a><br />Miss those shoes! FIrst ever performance, :D<br /><br /><span class="photoClass"></span><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/43/45213428/1_955803113l.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span class="photoClass"></span><a href="javascript:;"><img style="width: auto;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/55/62/23032655/0_209300494l.jpg" /></a><br /><br />NO NO NO THIS CANT BE MEE. GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. LOL<br /><br />Okay that`s the last I can stand. :P I`ll post stuff soon and HAPPY NEW YEAR BITCHAS :)Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-52129549095272424782009-12-03T07:28:00.000-08:002009-12-03T08:34:55.024-08:00Every detail means something.<span style="font-size:130%;">Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy.</span><br /><br />Here I am again,<br /><br /> blogging two nights in a row. That`s gotta be a record or something. Or maybe it just means I`m that bored. Haha but nevertheless, I just wanna blog about the past events or happenings that I went through during my `hiatus` ( if I could call it that, :P ). I discovered I got lots of pictures that I could post up here, so basically, I`ll write about these pictures. There`s just so many! Alright alright.<br /><br />So the first is this Prefects` Dinner we had at Corus Hotel in KL. It was sort of like a tribute to the seniors for their `hard work and dedication`. I personally think it`s really glorified, but hey, it`s a good excuse to wear a suit don`t you think? :P I was the MC there and stuff so I had to do that thing with arranging the mini events and stuff. I also played the guitar for Pui Li and Divyaa for that song ` No Boundaries` for the seniors. Was alright except for the fact that they started laughing embarassingly in the middle of the song, but you know, it`s all part of the fun.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=345113&id=1613918193&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148951855832_583735832_3717945_7850962_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717945&id=583735832&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6440_148951830832_583735832_3717941_551122_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717943&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6440_148951840832_583735832_3717943_1699775_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717943&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148951870832_583735832_3717947_4300239_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717949&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148951895832_583735832_3717951_2868634_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717949&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148951905832_583735832_3717953_7485700_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717949&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148951995832_583735832_3717971_5531731_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3717949&id=583735832" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6440_148952005832_583735832_3717973_4631027_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />The seniors.<br /><br />Next up, is this LEO Installation I attended. Honestly, I don`t know how I got a post in it, but they wanted us to perform, so whatever, lol. I played in this `makeshift band` or just `few friends who jam`. I think we just jammed 2 times or something. Sarnjev was on drums, Shan Hoe on rhythm, Joey Khong on bass and Ali On vocals. Wouldn`t say my best show ever, but it was a great experience for me cause I finally knew how it felt to play in a huge stage and hall. But honestly, audience there other than our own friends who were FUCKING awesome, were shit. I don`t think the others really knew anything other than mainstream music, but what the hell. Here are some pictures.<br /><table class="UIPhotoGrid_Table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3452883&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=737859656" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><br /></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><br /></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3452733&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=737859656" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=595215098" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3452734&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=737859656" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2436586&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=731658309" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3452731&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=737859656" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2410957&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=752123494" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td><td class="UIPhotoGrid_TableCell"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2410956&op=12&o=global&view=global&subj=701970073&id=752123494" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"><br /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs154.snc1/5731_167520244656_737859656_3452733_5946693_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /> Me and Sarn waiting for our cue to perform.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs134.snc1/5731_167520259656_737859656_3452734_2230780_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Awesome pic of Ali.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs154.snc1/5731_167530039656_737859656_3452911_161516_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Feeling. Lol.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs134.snc1/5731_167530024656_737859656_3452908_4021962_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5574_117295283494_752123494_2410954_7506146_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Our bunch who attended. Look at Sarn. LOL.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs180.snc1/6780_119147878309_731658309_2436586_2963242_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8390902&id=595215098&op=12&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7318_170622084656_737859656_3494592_7263916_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Thanks to Juliana for editting this.<br /><br />Oh before I forget, I decided to take up tuition when I realised I do need guidance on the way to get `fingers crossed`, ALL FUCKING A`S for SPM. I`ve met so many AWESOME people there and it widened my `friends circle`, if you like. That`s also where we formed Breakdown Before Breakfast. All from addmaths classes, ;) Well, we do talk about other things during add maths, duhh.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9002511&id=691795400&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs267.snc1/9432_308960315400_691795400_9002510_275593_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /> Pringles babeh!<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9002511&id=691795400&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs247.snc1/9432_308959690400_691795400_9002458_6555189_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Poser shit. haha<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9002511&id=691795400&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs267.snc1/9432_308959785400_691795400_9002460_6251931_n.jpg" style="width: 453px; height: 407px;" /></a><br />Me and Lee.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904753&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img style="width: 435px; height: 407px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs267.snc1/9432_301200150400_691795400_8904751_3140686_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br />Best teacher I ever learned from. Mr. Pang.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904754&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs267.snc1/9432_301200170400_691795400_8904753_4893119_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br />We all get paranoid sometimes when you`re all pressured with addmaths don`t we? don`t we? :P<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904754&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs267.snc1/9432_301200160400_691795400_8904752_3155084_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Vinoda!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904754&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs247.snc1/9432_301200190400_691795400_8904755_182656_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Daneetha And Kah Yee, :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904754&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs247.snc1/9432_301200255400_691795400_8904761_5316541_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Haha I look like I`m doing sums for some Mafia. LOL.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8904754&id=691795400" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs247.snc1/9432_301200240400_691795400_8904760_2492788_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Pei Wen hard at work.<br /><br />Next, some stuff about Breakdown Before Breakfast. I`ve been in many bands and tried out alot of shit with people. The thing special about this one is that we`re all fucking crazy friends, but somehow we take music and would you believe it` studies` seriously. We don`t do reckless things THAT often and we do play by the rules, in a way. Haha. And we have this solid `fan base` consisting of our friends from tuition, like Leysha, Vinoda, Yana, so many more. We feel pumped to be a band because we have so much support from this awesome, awesome friends.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1221962275044_1408568680_658184_7811833_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222451247268_1408568680_659466_5987135_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222451287269_1408568680_659467_1949976_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Woops. :P me and harith ( drummer )<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222456607402_1408568680_659492_6061778_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /> Our band`s hideout. Some place you don`t need to know. :P<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222459967486_1408568680_659503_6153497_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222460047488_1408568680_659505_5950140_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222466687654_1408568680_659539_8090923_n.jpg" style="width: 499px; height: 406px;" /></a><br />Some guitar joke I was talking about, can`t remember.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222466887659_1408568680_659544_6271240_n.jpg" style="width: 539px; height: 406px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222467007662_1408568680_659547_5684440_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222472207792_1408568680_659554_7161239_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Beautiful isn`t it? :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222478567951_1408568680_659586_6220739_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Fish phobia.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7030_1222478687954_1408568680_659588_3516535_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />I like this one. So many emotions.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_1222478607952_1408568680_659587_3055964_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />We were like ` fuckkk! that huge one`s looking at us` hahaha<br /><br />Then, I went to this party. It was a barbecue at Juliana`s place. Great food, honestly. Met up with a few friends, the old ones. I had to play the guitar for JU as her birthday gift, aww. haha . It was great bonding and we had a great time. :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7318_179753834656_737859656_3620433_3075099_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br />Me and Syak.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10127_287038965098_595215098_8701547_5800329_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Me and Nav. I look like a kid. :/<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10127_286969090098_595215098_8699682_4657226_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10127_286969050098_595215098_8699675_6678597_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10127_286969085098_595215098_8699681_714114_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10127_286968875098_595215098_8699646_8253767_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10127_286968775098_595215098_8699634_4542745_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10127_286968835098_595215098_8699639_7451944_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8701547&id=595215098&op=7&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10525_281604395203_702240203_8961213_4049409_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Me and Emily! Miss you beb, :)<br /><br />Another party was at Nav`s. Deepavali. Had a great time too. :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs246.snc1/9320_313913090098_595215098_9097228_8360850_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9320_313913120098_595215098_9097233_6919165_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />You might be thinking we`re making a statement `fuck gays` but we`re not. Haha<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs246.snc1/9320_313913140098_595215098_9097234_3778634_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs246.snc1/9320_313913145098_595215098_9097235_3007835_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9320_313912980098_595215098_9097212_4166654_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br />I almost didn`t do that. :P<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs246.snc1/9320_313913035098_595215098_9097220_4575965_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Listening to girly talk. :P<br /><br />Thennnnnn, I`m about to tell you about this greatt night I had. Eventhough it wasn`t like the best band`s concert, but I had a great, great time. :) It was `magical` in a way, hahaha but I had fun, jumping around, being myself. :)<br /><br />It was the All American Rejects. Sorry metalheads. hahah<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_330999680098_595215098_9376610_5301461_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />On the way there in Naveena`s car.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_330999705098_595215098_9376615_4244697_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Met up with Lee and the guys there.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1928686&id=667602889&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_330999715098_595215098_9376616_6502162_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_330999720098_595215098_9376617_8189127_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_330999730098_595215098_9376618_6152979_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Me and Joey. <3<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_332021760098_595215098_9392194_4229973_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />On the way back, tired and dirty.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_332021725098_595215098_9392188_6013757_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Opening bands sucked so.. yeah, haha<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_332021715098_595215098_9392187_6906062_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9376616&id=595215098&op=6&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs018.snc3/12542_332021695098_595215098_9392184_1861957_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Relaxed at the back.<br /><br />And and and, I made an achievement that night too. I carried Joey up on my shoulders and jumped like a madman. I was glad I did it. Mega shoulder ache the next day, but worthed it. Haha. :P<br /><br />This is all I can manage to blog about today. Have a good time guys. Life is too short. I`ll blog again asap. Nights!Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-25829954179172761412009-12-02T07:45:00.000-08:002009-12-03T08:19:02.818-08:00Comeback. to me.Hey guys,<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatsupppppppppppppppppppppp.</span></span></span><br /><br />I`m back here. Sorry for the long and probably unreasonable hiatus but I just thought I should start typing again instead of being lifeless studying all holidays long. But I`ve got so much to let out and blog about. No more writer`s block for now, I hope, :)<br /><br />Sooo, after that real long ago redang trip, life has been.. erm Up and Down. BUT I`ve finally got stable. Using the word stable DOES make me feel abit too overconfident but, you know, you gotta take a chance and have a stand ;) I was busy in school, I had lots of things to do, was running for Head Prefect, but I got a step down. But hey, it was a great experience, the trials, the hardwork, the handlings, the loss itself taught me alot. It was great, honestly.First Mega `life lesson` for me. Haha.<br /><br /><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="629f587f443ab80ec55903c32a26f570" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"><div id="photoborder" class="clearfix"><div id="tagging_instructions" style="display: none;"><table><tbody><tr><td align="center" width="590"><span id="tagging_instructions_status_message"></span><div id="tagging_instructions_default_message">Click on people's faces in the photo to tag them. </div></td><td valign="middle"><input class="inputbutton" onclick="PhotoPageTags.hideTaggingUI();" id="done_tagging" name="done_tagging" value="Done Tagging" type="button"></td></tr></tbody></table></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30612638&id=1542405523&op=1&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs050.snc3/13746_1241567049612_1542405523_30612648_889595_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a></div>Me and The Head ( Pui Li! :) ps : I look like `What the hell, pictures? lol!`<br /><br />Ermm, Studies have been <span style="font-style: italic;">OKAY.</span> Not up to my `expected level of success / self confidence` I would have wanted, but I`m trying my best. ;) Been making lots of noise in class and asking lots of questions, irrelevant ones as well. :P<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30280103&id=1414072207&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img style="width: 468px; height: 457px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs172.snc1/6455_100413293977_714213977_2125487_6705032_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30280103&id=1414072207&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5572_1090923719345_1414072207_30280103_6407410_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />A trial teacher, Cik Farah. She was awesome, for a newbie. But still great, nevertheless, ;) Haha<br /><br />More stuff from school :<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30280103&id=1414072207&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5572_1090923079329_1414072207_30280087_5211401_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Me and Menakah. My Indian Childhood Friend! Taught me alot about indian cultures though, including Tamil Vulgar terms, :DD<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30280103&id=1414072207&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5620_1187237557216_1116611162_30579566_3945888_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Me and Gengson.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30280103&id=1414072207&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs154.snc1/5734_1200592738902_1351059898_579029_2796199_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br />Me looking sleepy at some function in school. Haha late nights, late nights..<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs147.snc1/5453_113230848747_835823747_2219297_1173588_n.jpg" style="width: 447px; height: 457px;" /></a><br /><br />Sarnjev and me performing for Curriculum Day.<a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6612_1111531354523_1414072207_30339457_7679567_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />My class in a choir singing some national songs shit, lol spot my `why the fuck are you guys seeing for` look? hahahaha hillarious.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs135.snc1/5775_1185084117276_1533457567_30471873_4882715_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />A lame excuse to wear a Baju Melayu. hahaha this is Ling Sze by the way. Classmate.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs133.snc1/5690_120496228172_626343172_2532711_1704993_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Wait let me stress this, another F****** UP reason to wear a baju Melayu. Taking advantage of looking innocent, in a way. Hahaha<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs153.snc1/5690_120496438172_626343172_2532743_2925535_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Oh good times..good timess..<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2219297&id=835823747&op=14&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5814_1045278630523_1782375882_94278_2815268_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />Hahahahahaha prank turned bad. Hahaha<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9617_1164980617476_1616717883_448867_6017473_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />MJ wannabe.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9617_1164987737654_1616717883_448882_1957766_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />I would get into trouble if my discipline teacher saw this.<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9617_1164982817531_1616717883_448870_1892485_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=651080&id=1408568680&op=10&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9617_1164982897533_1616717883_448872_7711770_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Social Life, NOT BAD as well. It`s school holidays so I`ve been practically doing alot of self reviews and stuff. But yeah I do hang out once in a while after classes or jamming with the band. Oh, before I forget let me introduce to you, and `promote` if you like, my new band, it`s called<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Breakdown Before Breakfast!</span></span><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Shahril/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Shahril/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><br />We`ve got a band page on facebook so check us out yaww! :D<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3053168&id=741232918&op=3&view=global&subj=701970073" id="myphotolink"><img style="width: 459px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs063.snc3/13044_172439272918_741232918_3053169_1015844_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2756256&id=150981971341" id="myphotolink"><img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9931_150986056341_150981971341_2756257_5056517_n.jpg" style="" /></a><br />This is not what It looks like. Lol.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2756413&id=150981971341" id="myphotolink"><img style="width: 438px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs272.snc1/9931_151027236341_150981971341_2756425_6336618_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></a><br /><br />We like fishes. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />I would be posting stuff that HAS HAPPENED and WOULD BE HAPPENING and MIGHT HAPPEN, if I can, so wait up guys! :)<br /><br />Ps: Check out Joey`s new makeover! It`s awesome and different! Heheh Take care everyone.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-6809604066624996162009-06-13T21:08:00.000-07:002009-06-13T21:27:49.423-07:00Redang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_mBuH8z_1VexLZUA5iZ_dN1xErzfkMF7UYsbs0Bae35kUdw-S3x8OMj36QJwYOzA517dcKeOHondQA4hnsfQ1dcH5Ptw4wf4H2fXXfnQUT5f87k4OFSOjoP6HwFJ2y9SobAAMQzZg6Yr/s1600-h/formal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_mBuH8z_1VexLZUA5iZ_dN1xErzfkMF7UYsbs0Bae35kUdw-S3x8OMj36QJwYOzA517dcKeOHondQA4hnsfQ1dcH5Ptw4wf4H2fXXfnQUT5f87k4OFSOjoP6HwFJ2y9SobAAMQzZg6Yr/s320/formal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347035213228020498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJV7OMeUNfrkBoKQAviK8qri26-NzNeCu_hTVhAnvqQbIr5kuCD4tjagNaDdk5pIIAbUGVQKCuywO223fjNCGZSFGcLi-EOju-yxCMkYTSe-b2iev2lRlT_77ThOJ3fLYTPqZIZZ3mYFID/s1600-h/gay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGO0XxmzVSQDMeqPHkdvaEp4sBqQGUZKkkWYcMNhSNGiJ7ChevDL3ctZ6GAJ2AxXrpFrDStKgG3gh8eMRt4U9xkT_oET8qnv1nOVhO7cJVcLeRNvxFm8TRSMOSk7TvjlRXDsDCMwCXu94a/s320/redang4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347033546795445586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaJNxc1JDmowd-dlJJXUQTRhEYQpkU81gDy7Ccc_InzEJXXNjZ7i7vP-wd7juVjYDGY5HDpkM9eXcI8ZeQUL24m0u66i4wlSUycEe244lmDYmap1cLJOD7zsdBtCIwacc6wTrUot755mU/s1600-h/redang.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaJNxc1JDmowd-dlJJXUQTRhEYQpkU81gDy7Ccc_InzEJXXNjZ7i7vP-wd7juVjYDGY5HDpkM9eXcI8ZeQUL24m0u66i4wlSUycEe244lmDYmap1cLJOD7zsdBtCIwacc6wTrUot755mU/s320/redang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347033269885132514" border="0" /></a><br />Here I am probably the 100th person to blog about this particular trip to Redang. I`ve been wanting to have a say about my experience and ecstasy being in a place that I enjoyed myself in every second I was there. Redang as you know, has the clearest waters and fucking awesome corals but I`m not here to brag on about the beauty of nature and bla bla bla. I would like to transfer this form of awe to you about the significance this trip has left on me in terms of understandings of life, appreciation of everything, stuff like that.<br /><br />When we were there, of course we had snorkelling activities and scuba diving, its just so hard for me to be specific on the beauty of nature because, when I stuck my head into the sea I see a whole different ecosystem and when I resurface, the beautiful shores, distant islands, Shaun`s underwear, but I`ll get to that later, ;) But people, I just had this realisation that things can get so beautiful when they`re preserved and everyone can actually be happy at a certain time and place. I have to admit I`ve not really seen a situation where it has so much mutuality in it. People were laughing on the beaches enjoying the sunshine, kids were laughing feeding the fishes. I could only watch quietly in awe as I realised the bond that people share when they`re happy. I don`t think it`s a bond, but I guess it just creates this situation on that island where everything seems to be ok and everyone`s enjoying themselves. I know this can actually be judged as a very shallow opinion but I thought everyone that was there were having a hell of a time enjoying the scenery. Imagine, we would just be on a shore alone with the cool clear waters brushing our skin and just looking out to the horizon. Fuck..it was sort of relieving and just quite incredible to find myself there. When I was in Australia, we could just enjoy the scenery and stuff, but in Redang, we could explore and be a part of all that excitement. It was awesome.<br /><br />When sitting on a boat and munching on biscuits, I would say that was the ultimate high for me. Going through the blue sea, sitting on the edge of the boat, laughing at jokes, talking about the scenery, washing my hair with the sea when the boat`s still moving, haha it just felt so perfect, looking out to the islands and smiling. Ahh fucking hell..haha.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-24369559582910791952009-02-13T03:50:00.000-08:002009-02-13T04:39:07.700-08:00SchoolSchool has always been a stress release platform for me, but as it seems at this very moment, it`s hell. Blame it on hormones, or even lack of chicks, but nevertheless, school has been terrible for me. I`ve struggled to settle down on my new timetable and my new bunch of friends. It is so hard for me to understand what was missing from my..`life`. There`s always an empty hole gaping inside of me where knowledge just seem to bounce off my head. Many things seem to bore me. I have no system in educating and learning by myself. Others have their time tables set by their tuition teachers. So understand by yourself the toughness I have to face in setting a platform for me to run and learn at the same time.<br /><br />On a happier note, I`ve learned a...shitload of things thus far. I`m even shocked to even learn of such `things` and `experiences`. I`ve learned to manage to divide my feelings, to throw sorrowful feelings to the back of my mind. So many ideas of mine has changed since the last year. So many opinions deterred from where they were a while ago. I`ve tried to listen and stay listening. I`ve also been working on ameliorations for my current position in life. I still have to find out what is the cause of my deficiency. Opinions can be thrown everywhere in front of me. Criticism and compliments. But I`ve realised that many of us just can`t seem to agree without a proper discussion or debate. People my age has their own so `dictionary`, their own definitions, their own opinions. Take for instance, without reading a single material, people can just fuck up either Palestine or Hamas. which is very shocking towards me, because I find accusing and assuming the worst things you can do in life. Some also take a penny and say its a dollar. Just by reading a single source, that represents the truth. THEIR truth. That annoys me, to the extent of having no interest at all to speak to people like that.<br /><br />Teachers, in fact have also dumped a considerable effect on me this year. I`ve realised I can see what they were when they were young. How they were brought up, how they were taught, how much abuse they endured. How much they hate caring. In my 9 year stint as a student in school, very few, and I do mean very very few teachers have actually managed to impress and gained my respect. I`m not trying to sound expensive, but I always thought teachers are just people who want money, and plain uncommited government slaves. But amazingly, that perspective has changed. I`m proud to seep myself into their lifestyle. As I am a student, it`s none of my business to know, but when I look at a teacher, who educates me, I love to know what`s going through their mind, what`s happening outside the classroom. These are just my observations when I`m bored in class, actually. I definitely have many other better things to do.<br /><br />Friends, society have been a good fat burden to think of. I`ve still not managed to figure out what makes them react to the fact they are studying in a school without income, without a challenge. How they can be so subservient and blind. I may be wrong, but when I ask and interview, I often get very disappointed and down. Computer games are still the best topic to talk about, girls with short pinafores are cool to ponder about. I`ve challenged many to fight me in a proper manner about things we`ve gone through, but many call me plain crazy and dumb.<br /><br />My idea on learning though my books is basically to achieve a goal that you yourself set and when you get to it, go higher. Prove your worth and stuff. But when I see the people who LIVE on books, I can`t seem to understand what are they thinking about, what are they like outside school. Do their parents seem to care? I don`t know. I CAN`T know. Reading has not always been my hobby but using those words in those books interested me alot. but when I exchange these `words` with these type of people, they tend to speak to me in another language and curse me. I sometimes don`t understand why must their feelings be present in every conversation I try to strike up.<br /><br />Obama has been my inspiration. Has always been as a matter of fact. I`ve been monitoring his progress so far and I`ve learned, fuck, its hard becoming the most powerful man on earth. Politics are not simple as they sound like. You can never do god things and be recognised and be president. There are so many things to think through. So many people to elect and promise. I`ve always been modest in my ideas about politics, and I`m trying very hard now, so please understand.<br /><br />Music. Coldplay. what a fucking massive album they made. Viva La Vida. The effect that song has on me never can be forgotten. The war theme is so fucking awesome. The effect the violinists pulling through their strings and how Chris Martin stretched the lyrics and pull of as being a dead king admiring his old times. What a fucking way to turn me on baby.<br /><br />I hope I won`t get too lazy on publishing the next one. Hope you`ll be patient. I would love to write something factual for once.<br /><br />take careShahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-45164712652108121482008-12-05T07:46:00.000-08:002008-12-05T23:09:56.584-08:00Back at the reins of a horseI`m back after a certain time of having, I admit, if I could call it, writer`s block. :) I`ve been thinking and reflecting a certain amount of things I can afford to. But in the end, after 2 weeks in Australia, and a quite motivating `push up` by my teacher, I can`t seem to go on without putting my piece of mind here.<br /><br />Today, I`m gonna talk about something which should turn a few heads, ( I Hope ). I`m gonna talk about `Kuala Lumpur`s Malays`. I stress on Kuala Lumpur as I believe I only can do an article based on my local people as I never actually spent enough time in other states of this country. Before I start, I have to admit to you about the sea of guilt that I find myself in before abling to have the guts to write about my race, half-race I mean. I`m scared I do leave a point or misinterpret anything that has to do with these guys, but anyway, someone`s gotta take up the `small kid trying to think big` job.<br /><br />Before anything, let me tell you I have been referring to a number of sources, not only based on my eyes and brains. Books like Ceritalah- Karim Raslan and The Malay Dilemma helped me at least, AT LEAST have some confidence in talking about these folks,haha..wow..I am sounding nervous huh..:p ok, you see, Malays have existed in this country we call Malaysia since Srivijayan times, during the 5th century. But skip the history, we`re talking about modern tomyam crazy rocking Malays here in Kuala Lumpur. As we all know, Malays have always been connected to the term `mat rempit`. So, let`s talk about it. Let me tell you first and foremost, yes, I do believe they are a nuisance to society. But, I also do want everyone reading this to notice the troubles if not sufferings they have to go through. Firstly, imagine this. You wake up in themorning in your four wall bedroom and your stuff strewn all over the place. Your parents are working and ask you to help babysit your brother. Your studies aren`t that good as you can`t afford your books. Your parents can`t seem to care less as they need to keep bread on the table. You`ve got friends, yes you`ve got them, but you have a clique. This clique happens to be the most happening of them all.<br /><br />This clique has motorcycles,tight jeans and huge huge shades, and its their trend. it is. So to you, what the heck, I`ve got no life, My parents don`t give a shit, why not be one of them? remember, you have no commitment. Your studies are not good. and you don`t try to make it any better. Mat rempit sounds like a good option right? So, you tend to meet up with new gangs and new `bosses` or `dons`. You help them deliver stuff you never allowed to look at. You get caught by the cops and in a blur, you spend a few years locked up. That is what a mat rempit, well a hardcore mat rempit does. So, in order for the people to change their perspective on these poor little guys, we have to understand how much this `status` mean to them. We have to understand that society, the education system do not bring any effect on them. When they get caught in crimes, most of them don`t know the conseqences of getting into drugs, vice and stuff. Yes, some don`t even bother to but you have to understand the lack of understanding they have in their minds. The confusion, the inability to understand right and wrong.<br /><br />Let`s face it, they are a pain in the neck. If you ask a chinese woman selling soya drinks at the roadside, she would say stuff about them everything from an orang utan to `pergi mati lagi baik` ( better to go and die ). So, what they need to understand now is vital for society. Many malays have fallen victim to angered glances and pathetic grunts when they are definitely not `mat rempits`. So people, please. Understand for a moment that we all need to be in this together. We can`t blame a certain race or population for the bad things we go through. The government, has to talk to these people face to face, reluctantly or not. Try to give what they need, not only what they want. These are words of a 15 year old boy, remember that. haha.<br /><br />I`m sorry I`m not able to blog much further, A big one about Australia will be coming up. This is or should be your appetizer, :p take careShahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-5290938103643036772008-11-05T03:27:00.000-08:002008-11-05T04:12:56.207-08:00Sudden thoughtsI`ve been going through a phase of annoying if not irritating thoughts. I`ve been thinking and learning from what people have to say about: let`s face it, me. :) Compliments, criticism have been splattered on my face without second thoughts. Maybe I`m famous that`s why this happens, that`s the way I would love to think about it, ;) but nevertheless, let`s check it out.<br /><br />You see, some have been shocked about me blogging and `thinking deeply`. Some believe that what I should be writing is about my daily activities, when I bath, where I hang out, what I bought, what service I get when I shop. Well, I`m sorry to disappoint you as I believe I should be using my blog the way I want to. I believe what I ponder about is to be typed here, not stuff that I do. I understand some of you might be wondering why the heck am I blowing my top here, but I think some might just get the message.<br /><br />Some even question my personality, question my thoughts, call them cold and flat. I personally think that no one has just only one character. Of course, there are things such as public images and quiet moments. Your perfect politician might just be hitting his kids at home. Your perfect teacher might just be smoking some weed. Your perfect sweet little girlfriend might be a satanist. If these things are possible, why not think about it? Look in your mirror, you have your quiet moments, you have your dark thoughts, you have moments when you believe something so ridiculous till you`re blinded by your own sanity. So, conclusion is, nobody`s perfect, as we all know. but the moral is that we should not always think ( in this case ) outside the box, we should always take a look inside or even guess, as we know this box isn`t empty.<br /><br />I know I may be thinking too far from the box when I say this but I`ve been actually thinking about death. Am I ready to leave everything behind and face the afterlife? I know when you read this you might end up twitching a little, but this has been my ultimate obstacle so powerful and high in my head. But today, I have finally cracked this barrier in my mind. I believe I have to live life to the fullest. Experience things that might change my life. Death should be the last thing on my mind, keep that at the back of my head. I`ve been wanting to tell people about this but I now understand when Bob Dylan said, it`s a sin, to feel too much within. I`m pretty sure he was talking about love but I think I can apply that quote here.<br /><br />These are my sudden thoughts. Ponder and live through them`s my job, for now. As I`m clueless. clueless to the core.<br /><br />Anyway, let me leave you with one word : OBAMAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-62051296545717231912008-10-24T05:01:00.000-07:002008-10-24T05:54:46.487-07:00Self reviewWhen people tell you they changed, for the better, or otherwise, you always know they did a self review. Well, that`s how I call it and I`m probably having one now. I, Shahrul Sufian, have been going through some confrontations with different people and I`ve realised something, there`s a fuc*ing variety of human beings here.<br /><br />However, I`m not convinced my eyes are open fully. I believe what I`ve found out somehow is just a dot on this huge map of life. A holiday from books and writings made me fucking realise how much I`ve left out about meeting people and socializing. I`ve lost or probably never had the skill of persuasion or changing views. I`ve realised that I`ve been too high up with statistics of my own until I have forgot the responsibility of making people believe. I know it sounds too `high` for a 14 year old kid but I lost it. In this life, I believe there is no point of living if I don`t make a difference. A proper change to probably society or a system. I may not have the spades and brains to do that but I do have the heart.<br /><br />I`ve also learned that people, whoever they might be, are there criticising/complimenting you. It`s never about you only. Views, opinions get thrown around behind or even right in front of you. What I`ve been trying to learn is to accept these `challenges`. What I do is always commented on, always watched. It`s not about a realisation of being in the spotlight, but it`s a realization about how liberal and free everyone is now. Everything you did/might do can always be questioned.<br /><br />Society for me, is the most vital part of life in this erm ( I`m afraid of using the word `country` as it`s a big word, but what the heck :D). I think, if one must live in a society, the actions that happen between them must be looked after and if in need, improved. For example, what is a boy my age supposed to do now? I don`t know the answer, because nobody is telling/showing me how. I know I may sound like I`m blaming this on everyone else so let me assure you that this IS an excuse but I do find it as a reason too. When society fuc*s up, when crime and fights bla bla happen, I think its not only up to the cops or doers to be responsible for the stuff people do. I think every household, every mum, every dad, should come to the realization that everyone is responsible for everyone. I think that is the key to a more erm, orderly and ( I took this from the text books) `peaceful` life in society. but I`m still just a kid, ideas change. bear that in mind. hehe.<br /><br />As I sit in my room and have my quiet moments, I have to admit I`ve been going through a loophole of thoughts. I`ve been trying to think why am I thinking and why not don`t think. I`ve been trying to shrug off these thoughts, thoughts of getting better, thoughts of achieving a goal that I have no idea about. I`ve been thinking of how am I supposed to shoot up through the ranks, I`ve been thinking about what people say about me, I`ve been trying to keep my determination and `rebelliosism` at average. One reason I`ve been bombarded by these thoughts is obvously because I have nothing to do, but the main reason is, like I said previously, the realization of wtf am I supposed to next in life. I`ve always thought, `oh, get ur good grades and u get a good life.` Now things have changed, brains have been squeezed, and hence the sudden need of blogging. haha.<br /><br />When it comes to Shahrul being in love, it means armageddon. haha im just kidding, but erm let`s face it, this...feeling, this...wonderful disturbance, gotta be love man! haha sorry for erm crapping about BUT my point is, probably I`ve reached the age or maturity to realize (again) about this love thingy has actually put an extra erm..I wouldn`t say a burden but probably a responsibility on my shoulders. and with this responsibility, it seriously (indirectly) helped me understand how am I suppose to take care of not only one`s feelings but many.<br /><br />This is all I have to say for now. Before I leave, I understand if my opinions may sound stupid or wrong in terms of facts, but I hope the message is crossed. Let me know what you feel by commenting if u got the time. thanks. take care.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-19968295710787144322008-10-21T06:15:00.000-07:002008-10-21T06:39:54.387-07:00A new leafAs I when thru my previous posts, I may sound maybe too desperate to prove that I`m different now, but erm, I guess I had nothing better to write about, haha. So, erm, my exam`s over and I`m bored, so I turn to blogspot. Basically, I just wanna write about things that I`ve gone thru thus far and erm, probably some of the experiences,ameliorations?is that the word? haha.<br /><br />So, stuff have been alright, been studying alot lately up to now, where I find myself with absolutely nothing to do, nothing at all. This is where I started reading. I know this may have happened to every student out there but I think this reading thing is a new sort of chapter or discovery of myself. My reading materials are just basic books such as..erm..ceritalah-Karim Raslan, The Malay Dilemma-Mahathir, some thrillers, Rose Red, Crickley Hall, and the Speaking dead (haha). I know novels can`t really open eyes, but I started having this rush to read more and more, it`s not about the book, truthfully, its about the determinationn to learn, I know it may sound cocky, but this is the first time I`ve ever felt the need of expanding my knowledge, the need of knowing something out of my text books, just learning something new la, I guess.<br /><br />I`ve also started realising about myself erm, in the next few years. I`m leaving school in 2 years and I honestly have no idea what am I suppose to expect, experiences, meetings. Once I realised I`m nothing out there, I immediately panicked, honestly. haha..I realised it was not all about studying, getting good grades and im outta here n get a job n marry n have a family. I have to do something, I have to perform actions that will maybe change society for the better. MAYBE. haha..When I look around at people nowadays, I keep wondering, have they thought what I`m thinking now? Have they ever started to worry of what were to happen to themselves? So, after many discussions, ponderings, I`ve decided to...............enter politics. hahaha its not final but..I do get the rush to be one.<br /><br />Other than that, I would like to be open about my relationship with a girl, erm, I believe these realisations have come parallel with the feelings I have for her. I admit, I do come weak with her and while I go on this path with a partner, I do tend to appreciate things as they happen. Well, the point is, with her, life seems ( without sounding erm, cute,haha) to pass on well.<br /><br />So, thats an update. Will get back to you soon, take care.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-34141524447556749762008-01-21T05:30:00.000-08:002008-01-21T05:34:53.116-08:00Clueless by the secondMy fears are comfirmed , I`ve been<br />cracking and now I`m broken, This is<br />where everything I did is wasted, gone<br />like crushed crumbs of what was a<br />cracker. All the challenges, mentally<br />and physically, has been done for<br />nothing. Irony too didn`t prove too<br />late to prevail.<br /><br />I fell, I can get up, but I realised<br />that I`m in a deep dark hole, but the<br />entrance is high up above me. I`m still<br />finding a way, I really really miss her,<br />and her absence left a permanent mark on<br />me. Cuts can be cured, water can dry up,<br />but the thought can never be erased.<br /><br />I`m trying my best not to think about<br />it, but the skin on my face feels so<br />tight, I broke down again today, I`m<br />still praying for it to stop, I`m<br />screaming silently for the pain to just<br />stop, I ask myself whether this effect<br />will really wear off, people tell me to<br />feel feelings that are impossible to<br />even dream of, sometimes there are glints<br />of hope, but they just dissappear like<br />that, so cruelly and mockingly.<br /><br />Yes, stats are true, but this is how I<br />feel deep down inside, as deep as you<br />can imagine, this is the pain that I<br />constantly feel but you don`t, this is<br />the screaming infant, sometimes sulking<br />and then screaming his eyes out and<br />somehow by the way of nature, the only<br />was is to just...kill him off.<br /><br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />Shahrul SufianShahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-14489145216881375092007-12-10T01:18:00.000-08:002007-12-10T01:55:35.352-08:00Kings of Leon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEic2TbjdLGRMlHz-CbTGs-Ozy-o7BTejKuoWqkput5kSh89UXOZe863Fttq5jAxrd26ehaDt9KmOXn4NOcxaBWnnRKqy_LLtjktOpOUKJ9c8NMcXgYLYOVHjsPMvjNxiD1Zguxl-aGckT/s1600-h/kingsofleon.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEic2TbjdLGRMlHz-CbTGs-Ozy-o7BTejKuoWqkput5kSh89UXOZe863Fttq5jAxrd26ehaDt9KmOXn4NOcxaBWnnRKqy_LLtjktOpOUKJ9c8NMcXgYLYOVHjsPMvjNxiD1Zguxl-aGckT/s320/kingsofleon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142280668418238482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night, was arguably, the best night of my life. No, its not booze, its not girls, instead is fucking Kings Of Leon! I`m in Manchester now, and Ive been enjoying my stay eventhough its only the 3rd day of a 21 days vacation.. Let me tell you about my journey here before I start bursting about last night.<br /><br />My parents and me left Malaysia on the 8th of December, in other words, the midnight of 7 Dec. We took the Emirates Airline and after a sad goodbye to ******, we boarded the plane and took off. We reached Dubai about 7 pm ( malaysian time), and we had to rest there waiting for our transfer straight to Manchester. It was obviously very tiring and the airport was packed. So after my `breakfast` I was on the manchester, the airline had good entertainment, I was laughing my head off when Homer did the spiderpig ting. It was hillarious!<br /><br />So, we reached Manchester about 1 pm ( manc time ), and my brother took us back to his house, a typical students` house, very cosy. So after that when for dinner bla bla bla..<br />Now let`s get to the fun part! Last night, about 9 pm me and my brother went to the Gmex..It was not exactly a auditorium, but it was big and the stage was awesome. So we waited for the supporting band to finish, and we moved forward. After shouting Kings Of Leon a billion times, they finally came out. I heard the biggest roar of my life, there were about 3000 ppl there?I`m not quite sure.<br /><br />They opened the concert with a couple of songs from their newest album, `Because Of the Times` it was amazing, everyone was screaming, everything was perfect not to mention the drunken idiot behind me. People were throwing beers all over the place. I had one straight in my face, but when you`re in front of considerably the best band in the world, you don`t and you won`t seem to care.<br /><br />My best track of the night was Molly`s Chambers a classic. I immediately jumped when I knew it was this song. The magic of this concert was how original it sounded..Sound system was beyond perfect but the way they make people in a state of I don`t know..haha..it was great, it really was. I was very tired in the middle of the concert but thank god they played some slow songs at that time, and I got to rest a while.<br /><br />So when the set finished, all of us screamed for them to come out, and they did, and they finished it with one of my favourites, CHARMER. We were screaming our throats out.. I really enjoyed myself, and the magic doesn`t stop there, when we were going out, I met TOMASS GRAVESEN! DEFENSIVE MIDFIELDER OF EVERTON FOOTBALL CLUB! My bro did all the talking, I was just there looking at him in awe. A football player in a concert? I don`t hear that now and then, he was clean cut and he shook my hand! It was great..<br /><br />Now i`m gonna have my breakfast its 9 pm here, and it`s considerably cold, and I love it! You can`t take out the thrash without wearing a jacket. Today we might be going for a tour at old trafford. So from here on, I wish you guys a happy holiday, and whatever you do, be yourself, question the rules sometimes.<br /><br />And to you, yes you, take care ya, I know you`re not in M`sia now, so if you`re reading this, i`m ok, and thinking whether you`re ok, send me an email or something, just wanna know you`re ok, but enjoy yourself! like I did last night!hehe, alrite..so long.<br /><br /><br />1 4 3Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-23817433842050570952007-11-08T08:39:00.000-08:002007-11-08T09:44:41.488-08:00TeenagersNo, I`m not talking about that song from that crap chemical band. I`m talking about teenagers today. Eat this man. Listen to what I gotta say. When you`re 13 or 14, you`re a teenager. You guys should know about this. The thing about <span style="font-style: italic;">some of</span> them these days, is they`re becoming too materialistic ( thanks akak mai ). My question here is, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM. I have to remind you, I`m not writing this because I simply saw it today and gotta write it today. I mean look around, what do you see? What principles do they have? This has been a question that been ringing in my head. The don`t give two fuc*s about their future. Money is all they need. What`s education to them? What are books to them?<br /><br /> Being rebellious is a normal thing. Rebellious towards their parents, teachers, or whatever. It`s normal. I`m a rebel. But I do have my lending ears. There`s never `the one`, you`re always `one of them`, its only how you shine `from them`. You are god`s creation, not another boring soul from the above. I got really pissed when someone told me that he`s the fuc*ing only person that can actually win any debate with anyone even god. You may be a bigshot in town, but you may be a tiny little ant in the city. Like what my brother told me, `Don`t be a big fish in a small pond, be a big fish in the ocean`. I`m not such a holy person, but if you ever question yourself about how you ended up in this world, remember, there is always an answer.<br /><br /> A very common attitude about teenagers these days is this `hatred` they have against their parents. They hate them, not dislike them. You may have heard this from your old granny`s mouth but as usual, the old hags are always right: Without your parents, you think you`ll be here <span style="font-style: italic;">ah?</span> Parents, most of them, love us. I know you might be saying this now, ` Fuc* you parent loving *%$*!But come on, it`s a fact right? It was hard for me to swallow too. It`s either their nature or god knows what. But they do care about you. You may disagree with them, but its either they don`t quite understand you or maybe you`re just plain wrong. It`s either two of that. Believe me, I have heard people saying shit about their parents. Stuff you wouldn`t think that would be coming out from someone`s child`s mouth.<br /><br /> The next thing is about friends. Peer pressure. The enormity of you mixing with the wrong kind of guys is undescribeable. They tend to be `cool`. Well, maybe they `try to be` cool. They tend to be `mature`. Look around, 12 year olds smoking their eyes off? I mean, if you smoke because you think you wanna smoke and have some fun, its alrite, but if you smoke cause you need to, what the fuc*? Fuc* the influences but don`t tell me you`re that stupid to actually do stuff at people`s will. You`re being a slave.<br /><br /> I guess I better stop now, gotta go off to bed. I hope what I said today will tighten some loose screws in your head. You don`t need to look like what you wanna be, Be what you wanna be. Ironically, I was one of them.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-15034846815610488002007-11-07T07:10:00.000-08:002007-11-07T07:34:22.252-08:00Red epicI`ve always wanted to be in a band since I was a kid, it was a dream that I thought couldn`t be true. I`ve always had a second thought about it though, after seeing what happened to hendrix and kurt. My musical learning process started off with piano, it was sort of compulsary and what old aunts would say `a wasted chance` since my mum was a piano teacher. It started quite well, was into it until the 1st grade. Then my UPSR came up and I couldn`t cope with it as I usually took about an hour to satisfy myself that I`ve learned enough. I was a hot-tempered pianist, if you like, I would bang keys and drive the neighbours mad if I missed a key or a beat. But the best feeling I can ever get from learning musical instruments is when I get to compose a song, well sorta rocky and bluey, but it was nice, to actually know you can make a song. I still remember the first song I `composed` on the piano, it was a song that would be 100% rejected by pros cause I can bet that every technic that I did on that song was wrong. But it sounded nice, it doesn`t have to look nice, but it needs to sound nice. You can act like your playing with your feet, but what was the use if you just banged the keys? Get my point?<br /><br />When I was about 11, I quit piano, I told my mum it was boring, boring and boring. Its a fact of me, I`m not a classical guy. She then recommended me with pop piano, it sounded the same to me. My brother was quite obsessed with guitars, owning about 4 acoustics and a electric guitar. The only chord that I saw my brother used a lot of times were the power chords, so after my UPSR, I started playing the guitar, well just using the power chords of course. I made up a lot of songs with it but I was quite sick of just grunge sounds, I needed some blues and hen burst the chorus with a few power chords, that was how I wanted to be. So after many many beggings and pleadings, my parents sent me for guitar lessons. I have a good teacher and he really taught me stuff man, seriously.<br /><br />So I find myself now after a year of lessons and I can say, I`m quite good. Well, not really, but you know, OK. I met this guy at the place I do my lessons, He was drumming. I was kinda impressed, but I didn`t say anything to him at that time. After a couple of times seeing him around the store, I said hi. I jammed with him, using an acoustic. We couldn`t barely hear anything else but drum beats. But I smiled, I really did, I could hear my guitar and his beats. There was something. There was.<br /><br />So everytime after lessons, we would jam, and we made up a couple of songs already. We`re just 14 but fuck it man, start young. We named our band, Red Epic. It was a sudden rush in my mind, I wanted to be `epic` what word that goes with epic? I thought of colours, and yeah, red was good. He thought it was cool, so we started. Now we got a demo, a good one. The teachers at my place were real impressed. I`ll try to get one of our tracks in here for you guys to listen to. Remember, listen unimpressed, GET YOURSELF impressed. That`s the way it is.Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167385043619736943.post-50219454941376019662007-11-06T05:52:00.000-08:002007-11-06T07:17:10.768-08:00GreetingsHello,<br /><br /> I`m new, I`ve been blogging for a while. Been doing it in friendster a couple of years back, but those posts were nothing but boring notes\paragraphs of thoughtless..what`s the word..oh yeah, crap. The blogs there were `nothing` compared to blogspot. I`ve been planning to blog for quite some time but I guess I couldn`t really drop a finger on the keyboard before my exams, I did quite ok in them, well, the best I`ve ever done, jumped quite a lot places, and yeah, I could say I didn`t do that bad.<br /><br /> There`s nothing much about me, I can say that I`m a typical mixed-race guy ( Malay,Chinese ) and loves music, I have an organ that amplifies my love for music everytime I listen, I think its called ears. Favourite bands are Nirvana ( loved them since I was a kid ), Rage Against The Machine, Pearl Jam, and maybe a bit of SLIPKNOT BABY! haha.. But no one, yes, no one, can match the heavenly sounds of Led Zeppelin, having a phase or none, this band, is the father of all bands.<br /><br /> I go to school, maybe about 4 km from my place? Good school, at least we have a few disciplinary cases, better some than none, you would question yourself are you in the right place when you step into a school so `holy` or perfect. Believe me I`ve experienced that when I go to Methodist schools, Private holy shit private schools. I don`t like classifying them, but I`m just gonna go with `people who I don`t think knows what the hell is outside their nutshell`.<br /><br /> Parents: Alright, Maybe sometimes gets pissed off with them, but c`mon, do you guys actually believe about ` cool parents`? Maybe not in this generation though. But sometimes, yes sometimes they can be loving, example like when they got my G1X EFFECTS PEDAL YEAH! haha..<br /><br /> I got a brother, currently in Manchester, was found by a football scout who came here to check the malaysian young boys, haha nah..he`s studying..My main influence.<br /><br /> I got a girlfriend, name`s Jessica, Jessica who? oh, Jessica Alba. haha..kidding..I`ll be lucky, but lets close the topic..shushhhh..haha..whoever she is, I`m not exaggerating, believe me, one of the humans in this world that actually care for you, not caring by loving, no, but someone who can pull you out from a rough patch, you know? There are two type of girlfriends in this world, well for me, girls who wants you to be with them, and girls who care for you, the type who wouldn`t really mind if you`re not together with her but would mind if you break a nail. She`s the nail caring one. :)<br /><br /> Alright guys, I`m off to bed, been another boring day, hope tomorrow god would give me one of his treats. See you later.<br /><br /><br />Always a rebel<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3N-XN6JeJWdn_E79W_NQUvgVlXCBbjz3NF18B5JZbMjw6laG6wrtrMtaxePPwITuulQClFaUo6Bfsb8Sh7dmBHs6hbkq8ici6Ls0hnL050lNVAHBMm_5xTbRyTl_TqcDJ4ZdBT_sfi72/s1600-h/che.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3N-XN6JeJWdn_E79W_NQUvgVlXCBbjz3NF18B5JZbMjw6laG6wrtrMtaxePPwITuulQClFaUo6Bfsb8Sh7dmBHs6hbkq8ici6Ls0hnL050lNVAHBMm_5xTbRyTl_TqcDJ4ZdBT_sfi72/s320/che.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129746209562090802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I`m your renegade.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shahrul</span>Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018359698411805447noreply@blogger.com0