<?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-19408107</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:41:25.641+08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='videos'/><category term='dreamland'/><category term='general'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='lawak jenaka'/><title type='text'>India Jones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6077078052081375110</id><published>2010-04-25T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:15:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're for real</title><content type='html'>There' so much healing to do. So much to re-believe in. But you've given me enough reasons for me to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6077078052081375110?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6077078052081375110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6077078052081375110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6077078052081375110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6077078052081375110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-for-real.html' title='you&apos;re for real'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8140197132538614246</id><published>2010-04-10T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:10:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>None have understood me as much as you have. None have loved me as much as you have. Like a ray of sun, you've given light to my life. &lt;i&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8140197132538614246?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8140197132538614246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8140197132538614246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8140197132538614246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8140197132538614246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6698743125042772413</id><published>2010-04-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:26:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>queen, again.</title><content type='html'>I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Too many bitter tears are raining down on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;And I've been facing this alone&lt;br /&gt;For much too long&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me&lt;br /&gt;About growing up and what a struggle it would be&lt;br /&gt;In my tangled state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking back to find&lt;br /&gt;Where I went wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6698743125042772413?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6698743125042772413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6698743125042772413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6698743125042772413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6698743125042772413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/04/queen-again.html' title='queen, again.'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-706177241868359264</id><published>2010-03-29T04:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:05:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything changes, nothing is truly lost</title><content type='html'>but i think i've lost it. the thoughts of the consequences brings shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a friend. anyone? nah dont bother, not like i'm gonna open my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-706177241868359264?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/706177241868359264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=706177241868359264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/706177241868359264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/706177241868359264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-changes-nothing-is-truly.html' title='everything changes, nothing is truly lost'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5722372583741739516</id><published>2010-03-16T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:00:39.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twO</title><content type='html'>I'm glad you finally understand what it's oll about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5722372583741739516?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5722372583741739516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5722372583741739516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5722372583741739516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5722372583741739516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/two.html' title='twO'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7597726848783863653</id><published>2010-03-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:54:22.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>March 8th. Don't forget that date. Never has something like that happened to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7597726848783863653?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7597726848783863653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7597726848783863653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7597726848783863653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7597726848783863653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8704600801918034589</id><published>2010-03-08T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:39:27.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night skies</title><content type='html'>Lying on your lap, away from the worries of the world, I see in your eyes a love that seems endless, a love that has grown abundantly over time. I lend my shoulders and tell you that all will be fine, that your heart will always be safe with me. We are each others child, playing grown up when the other takes the turn to be a juvenile. Free and happy, I want us to be like this forever. Yet, one day all these may go away. Like how the workings of the universe brought us together, it may separate us. If that day comes, I shall cry many nights away. And wish you all the happiness in the world, for you have brought so much into mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8704600801918034589?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8704600801918034589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8704600801918034589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8704600801918034589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8704600801918034589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/night-skies.html' title='Night skies'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5066787063409186173</id><published>2010-03-05T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:42:58.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to draw</title><content type='html'>so I drew her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/S5BFXGRYhNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KV4-10LHtmE/s1600-h/drawing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/S5BFXGRYhNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KV4-10LHtmE/s320/drawing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5066787063409186173?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5066787063409186173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5066787063409186173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5066787063409186173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5066787063409186173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-decided-to-draw.html' title='I decided to draw'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/S5BFXGRYhNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KV4-10LHtmE/s72-c/drawing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8545594709859188221</id><published>2010-03-03T07:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:36:26.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she wrote this for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: #e06666; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Happiness is the smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the little things that you do &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the moments spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the comfort from you &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the friend you have been &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the love you give&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8545594709859188221?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8545594709859188221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8545594709859188221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8545594709859188221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8545594709859188221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-wrote-this-for-me.html' title='she wrote this for me'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-597182536426380290</id><published>2010-02-20T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:05:01.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>Will you heal&lt;br /&gt;From all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;From the hurt that still rings&lt;br /&gt;As the world comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems all lonely again,&lt;br /&gt;Lost all over again&lt;br /&gt;Will there ever be any that holds you,&lt;br /&gt;And breaks you not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an embrace that can be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And never turn around to scar you&lt;br /&gt;There's a child&amp;nbsp; in you&lt;br /&gt;And the love he seeks is innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know you will heal&lt;br /&gt;For I have the courage to cry&lt;br /&gt;For there are enough happiness in this world&lt;br /&gt;There is enough love and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough reasons&lt;br /&gt;For you to have faith to heal&lt;br /&gt;And not fool myself that this is the end&lt;br /&gt;And thus I have the courage to cry&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My heart, you will heal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-597182536426380290?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/597182536426380290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=597182536426380290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/597182536426380290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/597182536426380290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2010/02/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6169131279646040534</id><published>2009-12-21T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:01:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubled mind</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel so bloody not right, lacking the confidence to take on issues that were not even an issue in the past. Somethings seem to bother me, but the thing is I had learn to push them to some unknown corner in the past, that now I struggle to find or acknowledge the cause of the problem. And I'll be down not knowing why, allowing issue after another to defeat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6169131279646040534?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6169131279646040534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6169131279646040534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6169131279646040534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6169131279646040534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubled-mind.html' title='troubled mind'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8147878807243155649</id><published>2009-12-12T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:11:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreigner</title><content type='html'>I've been completely out of touch with the latest songs . I've always heard Mariah's I Wanna What Love Is when I'm at the gym on the radio, and I've thought to myself I gotta listen to the song properly when I get the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did today, and what a song it is. Looked up the original by Foreigner and it's simply awesome. Each line seems to mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta take a little time&lt;br /&gt;A little time to think things over&lt;br /&gt;I better read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;In case I need it when Im older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life there's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop now, Ive traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;To change this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is.....&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me......&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is.....&lt;br /&gt;I know you can show me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a little time&lt;br /&gt;A little time to look around me....&lt;br /&gt;Ive got nowhere left to hide&lt;br /&gt;It looks like love has finally found me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life! there's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop now, Ive traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;To change this lonely life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is.....&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me......&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is......&lt;br /&gt;I know you can show me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is....&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me....&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna feel, I want to.... feel what love is....&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know you can show me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is, lets talk about love&lt;br /&gt;I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And I know and I know, I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;Show me love is real, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I like the original more. More masculine what. New favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz2cUX0CNA8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz2cUX0CNA8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8147878807243155649?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8147878807243155649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8147878807243155649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8147878807243155649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8147878807243155649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/12/foreigner.html' title='Foreigner'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5965522615986863110</id><published>2009-11-28T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:09:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's..  =)</title><content type='html'>By chance,luck or effort, I've got quite a special and awesome thing going on with her here. I'm gonna make sure this lasts, if not become better. Because we're worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5965522615986863110?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5965522615986863110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5965522615986863110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5965522615986863110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5965522615986863110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes.html' title='She&apos;s..  =)'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8097842180408765574</id><published>2009-11-12T07:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:36:39.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gopal</title><content type='html'>One really funny thing happened today that I had to blog about it, so that at least it's written here and one day when my memory fades this would remind me of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Karthik and Uwa are eating at a place here. This place, when the customer's order is ready, they will shout his/her name. So we are eating and Uwa asks Karthik, 'Dei, does drinking coffee cause gastric?'. Karthik nods and says 'Yes it does'. Uwa acknowledges this before Karthik goes on to say in a funny tone: 'Must drink paal(milk)'. Uwa replies in the same funny tone ' Yaar paal? (whose milk?)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this exact moment, the Vietnamese guy at the counter shouts: 'Gopaaal!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us burst out laughing so loudly at the comedy of the coincidence that everybody just get shocked. And Gopal went to take his food all uncomfortable, wondering what he or his name had done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gopal, whoever you are, sorry bro.&amp;nbsp; And no, we don't want your milk to handle gastric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8097842180408765574?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8097842180408765574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8097842180408765574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8097842180408765574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8097842180408765574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/11/gopal.html' title='gopal'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8804268975166004441</id><published>2009-11-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:52:13.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's splits me up</title><content type='html'>Here I am, minding my own business, or actually trying to finish up 30 page report by tmrw (on page 4 now), when all of a sudden I get attacked. A headache that starts from the lateral end of my right eye, passes through the skull to the distal end of the right hemisphere of my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style of writing inspired by my report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8804268975166004441?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8804268975166004441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8804268975166004441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8804268975166004441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8804268975166004441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-splits-me-up.html' title='it&apos;s splits me up'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3735861129020423460</id><published>2009-11-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:50:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn to Queen when you need hope</title><content type='html'>'I've paid my dues -  &lt;br /&gt;Time after time -  &lt;br /&gt;I've done my sentence  &lt;br /&gt;But committed no crime -  &lt;br /&gt;And bad mistakes  &lt;br /&gt;I've made a few  &lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -  &lt;br /&gt;But I've come through  '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've taken my bows  &lt;br /&gt;And my curtain calls -  &lt;br /&gt;You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it &lt;br /&gt;I thank you all -  '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But it's been no bed of roses  &lt;br /&gt;No pleasure cruise -  &lt;br /&gt;I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -  &lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna lose -  '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;(the non-chorus parts of 'We Are The Champions')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3735861129020423460?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3735861129020423460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3735861129020423460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3735861129020423460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3735861129020423460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/11/turn-to-queen-when-you-need-hope.html' title='Turn to Queen when you need hope'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-486097850572380642</id><published>2009-11-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:33:18.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I gotta have an avenue</title><content type='html'>Yup my blog returns, after maybe a month or two being closed from public view. I thought I had lost the need to blog, but wanted to keep my old blog stuff, so figured I'll turn it into a personal diary of sorts. But I can't stop blogging lah. Once in awhile matters come about, and since I'm not the kind who trusts people easily to let it out, or maybe in some situations I can't say anything on a particular matter, I need this avenue to just let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably would know, often it's hard to get what I'm talking about in my blog. But it's a good indication of my mood. And all you kind souls out there who read this blog ( I'm proud to say the people who visit this blog are a very small group, a bunch who care for me:) ), this is my way telling you what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please do visit once in awhile. I'll update as scarcely as last time, but they'll be important stuff. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-486097850572380642?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/486097850572380642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=486097850572380642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/486097850572380642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/486097850572380642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-i-gotta-have-avenue.html' title='Well I gotta have an avenue'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-1192030514887817206</id><published>2009-09-01T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:45:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beautiful</title><content type='html'>When I hold you in my arms, when it's so comfortable it feels as if I've always done this, when I look into those hazel eyes and I see the same love that I feel, when I know I can be like this forever, well it's truly beautiful. And so are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-1192030514887817206?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/1192030514887817206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=1192030514887817206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1192030514887817206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1192030514887817206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful.html' title='The beautiful'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4590166518155271143</id><published>2009-08-26T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:01:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining lines</title><content type='html'>From Steve Job's commencement speech at Stanford a few years back ( came across it from a prof's link):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The title of the speech was &lt;a href="http://biomed.blog.com/2008/01/26/stay-hungry-stay-foolish/#respond"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4590166518155271143?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4590166518155271143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4590166518155271143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4590166518155271143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4590166518155271143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/08/defining-lines.html' title='Defining lines'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3585602692685344600</id><published>2009-07-05T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:49:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the churn</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I felt some of these things. Emotions and feelings I totally forgot I have gone through in the past. But this time around I'm stronger, so I do not regret feeling them. It's time to bury some old ghosts, and learn to forgive myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3585602692685344600?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3585602692685344600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3585602692685344600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3585602692685344600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3585602692685344600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/07/churn.html' title='the churn'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5795777181776131466</id><published>2009-05-14T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:08:11.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm burning through the skies Yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two hundred degrees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trav'ling at the speed of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5795777181776131466?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5795777181776131466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5795777181776131466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5795777181776131466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5795777181776131466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrfahrenheit.html' title='Mr.fahrenheit'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5228539059779808959</id><published>2009-02-25T06:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:22:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of party</title><content type='html'>Even as the darkest times descend upon us, we shall party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In moments of doubt, in moments of despair, fear, uncertainty, whatever you call it, save some time to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For party lifts the gloom and gives the space we need to become larger than the gloom itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight it'll be Wednesday night. Ladies night. All the ladies please get out and partyyyy. For I'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5228539059779808959?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5228539059779808959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5228539059779808959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5228539059779808959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5228539059779808959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-party.html' title='The power of party'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6875293609136535532</id><published>2009-01-13T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:54:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guardian of the dream</title><content type='html'>The indomitable spirit of man is so powerful he can bend universes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we rose above extreme starvation in deserts of Africa thousands of years ago as a community to overcome our challenges, and thus the birth of our intelligence. During the toughest times, you find jewels in yourself that you never knew you had. And if you see it properly enough, you will never lose that jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do no know if the tough times are over for me. In fact when I look ahead I see so many amazing challenges lying ahead of me in 2009. Yet i know I found so many jewels in myself last year, and I will find more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel and see so many changes in me. Yet I feel so familiar with myself. It's more of a self discovery journey really, rather than knocking down and building a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met people recently who are so entrenched in their comfort zones that I feel sad. Perhaps that is the reason why I'm giving myself so many challenges now. And also because I know my dreams are serious, and if I don't pursue them with all my intensity and desire, they will never materialize. So take your dreams seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is an amazing person who bends universes within each of us. You wanna know where he is? He is the one within you that guards your most sacred and lofty dream. Yes he never died all this long while you fooled yourself for you feared failing. Find him. Engage him. Turn into him. Turn into your true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my belief, and this year I shall put it to test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6875293609136535532?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6875293609136535532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6875293609136535532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6875293609136535532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6875293609136535532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-tides-change-he-shall-return.html' title='The guardian of the dream'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5219535915603452374</id><published>2008-07-08T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:29:21.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>I watched Wanted a few days back. I tell you it's a damn good movie. If you gonna watch it, try to watch the uncensored version, cos I'm sure censored version would be only half as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote the last few sentences of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This *is* me taking control, from Sloan, from the fraternity, from Janis, billing reports, ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack of shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life. What the fuck have you done lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;power sial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5219535915603452374?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5219535915603452374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5219535915603452374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5219535915603452374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5219535915603452374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-movie-quotes.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8457160208889584575</id><published>2008-06-25T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:18:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sparkle</title><content type='html'>It's the sparkle. It's the sparkle which I had learnt to forget. The sparkle that flows and bounces as I watch, and time seems to stand still as it happens.The sparkle that I saw again and now I can't take it out of my mind. Now I believe it's a sparkle that I should remember and allow it to inspire me. But I must be careful; I mustn't allow it to make me get attached to it, like it did the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8457160208889584575?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8457160208889584575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8457160208889584575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8457160208889584575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8457160208889584575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/06/sparkle.html' title='The sparkle'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2954231828874532403</id><published>2008-06-22T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:25:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart misses, yet mind doesn't tell</title><content type='html'>In the great pile of emotions chucked underneath the carpet of my big ego, I came to realize that many of them are actually feelings of deeply missing certain people. I never got the chance to fully appreciate the people, nor the longing I have for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss those crazy bunch in KL, to borrow an expression from Athes. Not too much, cause I still keep in touch with them through the Msn n stuff. Never will that mean that I appreciate them less. I'm blessed to know these people. I'm blessed to have gone to that magnificent school. Meeting so many of you the last 2 weeks, whether by accident or by plan, was really nice. I look back with a good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed that Rihanna friend who bugs and annoys me, plus burdens me all the time. Haha I'm kidding. And I cracked that joke with the full knowledge that you probably are gonna drama over it big time for the next forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I miss the NUS kudi magans ( drinking sons...hahahaha..that's not the actual translation actually). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I missed and am missing that friend who ate cake with me while getting bitten by ants at 1 am under a tree, hiding away from being caught. Missed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a realization came over my yesterday. I found out who I've been missing the most. Make a wild guess? My second sister. It's been more than a year since she got married and left Kajang for Kluang. Of course I've met her in between, but never properly. Yesterday I had the chance to be with her for a day. Hang out. Chit chat. During my sister's registration. And of course I cracked my lame jokes which she thinks are funny ( or least she acts as if they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. This is the sister that kept me sane when I was the unsanest. I missed her alot the past one year, and I never noticed. No sign of it at all. She's now 7 months pregnant. She'll be an amazing mom I tell you. The best ever. Just like how she was an amazing sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I still won't call her. I never call anyone ok. But I'll probably be visiting Kluang more often from now on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- birthday was fantastic. thanks alot guys ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2954231828874532403?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2954231828874532403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2954231828874532403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2954231828874532403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2954231828874532403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-misses-yet-mind-doesnt-tell.html' title='The heart misses, yet mind doesn&apos;t tell'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3967765014477717930</id><published>2008-05-31T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:12:45.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulamak</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who looks like Rihanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love her because she's one of the nicest person I know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3967765014477717930?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3967765014477717930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3967765014477717930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3967765014477717930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3967765014477717930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/05/fulamak.html' title='Fulamak'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4666390428257934857</id><published>2008-05-31T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:42:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>After 4 attempts to watch the movie, I finally managed to do it. Do I like it? I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than the previous Indiana Jones? I don't know. I just think when it comes to Indiana Jones, there's no point in comparing them. Each movie is really unique on it's own. My personal favorite is The Last Crusade because I thought the father-son relationship between Harrison Ford and Sean Connery was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this forth movie, we have Shia Labeouf as, erm let me not say it just in case some of you haven't watched. But it's kinda obvious right. I thought the guy was really good. I was a big fan of Even Stevens, but when Transformers came, the fact that his Transfomers character and Even Stevens character had so much similarity sorta made me doubt his ability. Indiana Jones erased all doubt. He was simply outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I gotta admit I was kinda excited at the end, after the wedding and he takes the hat from the floor. That could have been one major sign. I wouldn't mind a new spin-off with him as the central character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the movie, I recommend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4666390428257934857?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4666390428257934857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4666390428257934857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4666390428257934857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4666390428257934857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones.html' title='Indiana Jones'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-1805697942716562075</id><published>2008-05-16T06:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:31:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen</title><content type='html'>The more I listen to them, the more I like them. My interest in Queen started when a guy from Korea was telling me about them. So I started Youtubing their songs and I liked what I heard and saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They are without doubt one of the best bands I've heard. I'm still exploring Queen, so if you have any knowledge do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is one of many really good songs of theirs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's A Hard Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no reason for living with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; This is a tricky situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I've only got myself to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just a simple fact of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It can happen to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You win - you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a chance you have to take with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh yeah - I fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And now you say it's over and I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a hard life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To be true lovers together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To love and live forever in each others hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a long hard fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To learn to care for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To trust in one another right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I try and mend the broken pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to fight back the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They say it's just a state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But it happens to everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How it hurts - deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When your love has cut you down to size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Life is tough - on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I'm waiting for something to fall from the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm waiting for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes it's a hard life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Two lovers together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To love and live forever in each others hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a long hard fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To learn to care for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To trust in one another - right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes it's a hard life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In a world that's filled with sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There are people searching for love in ev'ry way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a long hard fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'll always live for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll look back on myself and say I did it for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes I did it for love - for love - oh I did it for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFwOe0EPOJs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFwOe0EPOJs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-1805697942716562075?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/1805697942716562075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=1805697942716562075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1805697942716562075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1805697942716562075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/05/queen.html' title='Queen'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5278314543963285805</id><published>2008-05-16T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:01:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil more to go</title><content type='html'>I checked my weight today, it's 59.2 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad; when I finished STPM, my weight was about 10kg less than it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 0.8 kg to go to make myself get outta the underweight category. For the first time in almost one and a half decades, can you believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll enter normal weight, but I'm still skinny nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still feel underweight standing beside Peay. But then again who wouldn't ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5278314543963285805?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5278314543963285805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5278314543963285805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5278314543963285805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5278314543963285805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/05/lil-more-to-go.html' title='a lil more to go'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6378575151743973408</id><published>2008-05-07T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:41:51.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man I Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shia Labeouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Lucas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;INDIANA JONES 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsGaB52hfjc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsGaB52hfjc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6378575151743973408?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6378575151743973408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6378575151743973408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6378575151743973408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6378575151743973408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-man-i-cant-wait_07.html' title='Oh Man I Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5151186550946124770</id><published>2008-04-30T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:29:19.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are goin to the final !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/design05/images/domr/paulscholes_me_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/design05/images/domr/paulscholes_me_412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9 years, we are finally going to the final of the Champions League. Manchester United played one of their best games this season; they were rock solid in defense and were like knife cutting through butter when attacking. It was an amazing game of football, nail biting finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every single Man Utd player was outstanding. Had they lost, I would still be extremely proud of the way they played. Barca didn't have a single chance which was as good as the ones that Man Utd were creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Liverpool make it to the final. We'll be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://ipunkd.com/player/player.swf" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://ipunkd.com/player/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;amp;file=http://ipunkd.com/flvideo/12094998441682780029.flv&amp;amp;height=350&amp;amp;image=http://ipunkd.com/thumb/23.jpg&amp;amp;width=425&amp;amp;location=http://ipunkd.com/player/player.swf&amp;amp;logo=http://ipunkd.com/templates/images/watermark.gif&amp;amp;link=http://www.yourdomain.com&amp;amp;linktarget=_blank"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5151186550946124770?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5151186550946124770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5151186550946124770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5151186550946124770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5151186550946124770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-goin-to-final.html' title='We are goin to the final !!'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4045053576325317025</id><published>2008-04-29T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:14:29.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a change in the tidings</title><content type='html'>Life is short. I don't know why I or anybody else are here. I don't know if there is a purpose.I don't know if there is going to be a rebirth. I don't know if there is a promised land. I don't know if life is all about being bound to sufferings. I don't know if there will be heaven on earth. I don't know if there is a God. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what..it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is this: I have a consciousness. I have a life. I have a duty to live my life to the fullest, for if not I should not be born; whether there is a spiritual reason to it is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No defeat shall defeat me anymore. Life is larger than any of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4045053576325317025?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4045053576325317025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4045053576325317025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4045053576325317025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4045053576325317025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-change-in-tidings.html' title='There is a change in the tidings'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2369730898067660967</id><published>2008-04-26T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:51:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man walks, the man thinks, but he feels nothing</title><content type='html'>Physics was my first paper for the finals. I had it this morning. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. So thus far finals hasn't been a disaster. Luck was leaning my direction too; I forgot to bring my calculator for the paper but luckily the first friend that I asked had extra calculator with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slept for about 4 hours the past 36 hours. I'm just not able to sleep. Or when sleep does come, something else more important comes along. I tried taking a nap in the evening, but all that I could dream of was physics constants and formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I remember teling myself in the dream that I must forget them all, so that I can get enough brain space for the upcoming maths and C language papers. Power right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is now focused and zoomed in on maths and C language. Yet I'm not putting too high hopes cause I know to cover so much in less than two days will be very hard. I'll give my best shot anyhow. I have to really start doing some serious maths questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have maths on Monday evening, C language on Tuesday morn and Critical Thinking and Writing sometime on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I'll need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2369730898067660967?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2369730898067660967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2369730898067660967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2369730898067660967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2369730898067660967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-walks-man-thinks-but-he-feels.html' title='The man walks, the man thinks, but he feels nothing'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6168859636769958059</id><published>2008-04-25T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:56:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone told me</title><content type='html'>Someone told me, in the middle of last year, that the two years from then will be really tough time for me. Some kinda pseudo-numerologist-bigmouth-dogcrap. I don't believe in them, or at least I don't see why I should start listening to such things yet. However, looking back, last one year has been tough. Looking forward, next one year is gonna be tougher. Much tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough is ok, destructive is the one I'm fearing. I hope he meant the former. Last one year had destructive moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos he told me in Tamil, and my Tamil is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigijika jigijika jika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6168859636769958059?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6168859636769958059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6168859636769958059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6168859636769958059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6168859636769958059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-told-me.html' title='Someone told me'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3823572667456662484</id><published>2008-04-25T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:35:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Signs</title><content type='html'>Two girls taking the lift in nothing but their towels. One girl walking around holding her bolster. One guy lying unconscious  on the corridor. The signs are here indeed. And I saw them all, the last one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I knew what the signs are all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3823572667456662484?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3823572667456662484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3823572667456662484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3823572667456662484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3823572667456662484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/signs.html' title='The Signs'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-739734194142121570</id><published>2008-04-20T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:23:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightend Views</title><content type='html'>Exams in a week. Less than a week. Next Saturday actually. Nothing was entering the brains the last 3 days, despite cajoling, encouraging, threatening and slapping myself to study. Nope nothing went in. And I am screwed. Highly. More than last semester. Not because I studies less. In fact I think I studied much more and much better this semester. The truth is, the modules I'm taking this semester are freaking hard. 4 really tough modules. Another one is not too tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to get some enlightenment today. Instead all I'm having now is some brain ache. But it was good nevertheless. Three of us; Sindhu, Karthik and me had a good time chatting about things close to our hearts. Mehraj joined us a lil later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADCAHE. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been cut in half so that the blogger can go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-739734194142121570?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/739734194142121570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=739734194142121570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/739734194142121570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/739734194142121570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/enlightend-views.html' title='Enlightend Views'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3799572177953811413</id><published>2008-04-18T03:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:50:44.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm back to blogging. Yes I am baby. Why? Because my need to blog is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Things are going bad to be honest. I'm doing good though. There was a hope by which I decided to pursue my life, which I lost as I sank again into the wilderness of the dark which I had by so much effort got myself out of. Now I'm getting myself out of it again. This time,the strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;of my heart must not falter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Either I'm brave or I'm foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Finals in a weeks time. It's in a highly screwed situation. Thus, blogging will be sporadic. So screw you if you think I should update more. I might update alot anyway though; sometimes the excitement returning to blogging gets to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Day-U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heart is a bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoots up through the stony ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No space to rent in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're out of luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the reason that you had to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The traffic is stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you're not moving anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You thought you'd found a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To take you out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone you could lend a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In return for grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky falls, you feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let it get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you've got no destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the maze of her imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You love this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if that doesn't ring true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's been all over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let it get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me to that other place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm not a hopeless case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the world in green and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See China right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the canyons broken by cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the Bedouin fires at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the oil fields at first light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the flood all the colors came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let it get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me to that other place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm not a hopeless case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you don't have you don't need it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you don't know you can feel it somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you don't have you don't need it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't need it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My left leg is swollen. I sprained it while playing soccer. I aggravated it when I got back into the court after 15 minutes, thinking I've healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's a beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Night actually, but wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3799572177953811413?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3799572177953811413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3799572177953811413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3799572177953811413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3799572177953811413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7667541897814924860</id><published>2008-02-07T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:54:06.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision has been made</title><content type='html'>After thinking about it for the past few days, I've decided that I'm stopping this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well one reason is I feel I want to spend my very limited time on other things.I also feel I do not have the passion to blog anymore. The blog is also not fulfilling it's role of being a communication platform to my friends back in Malaysia. However, this is not the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog,including all my past posts will remain here. Some posts took me hours to write and I'm not gonna just delete them away. In fact, I'm very sure that I'll make a return to blogging one day, though likely it won't be anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, thank you for following the blog. I know that more often than not my posts were bad, but I'm proud of the little good stuff I wrote. Blogging was certainly an experience which I'll cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man dies, not every man truly lives&lt;/span&gt;-  Braveheart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7667541897814924860?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7667541897814924860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7667541897814924860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7667541897814924860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7667541897814924860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/02/decision-has-been-made.html' title='Decision has been made'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-1194606390283821270</id><published>2008-02-05T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:54:10.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumrolls please</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a night where you know you have loads of work to do the next day, decide to plan out everything, then suddenly make a smartass move to drink coffee? I just did. Now it's 2.56 am and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway a flashback occurred and I remembered that I have a blog. So here I am updating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things? They are great, really. Studies are much harder than last sem, but I'm gonna give my best shot. Getting involved in many interesting stuff. I'm slowly rediscovering some old stuff which I don't know how was forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was thinking about certain stuff. I've done good thus far. I wanna do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to read posts where the person talks alot but you have no idea what he is talking about. I'm fully aware that the last two paragraph were of this type. But hey I also like writing them. So go dunk your head in a toiletbowl ( this sentence is dedicated to the person who defined me as 'polite' on FB. when I find out who you are..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this post more interesting, I have suddenly decided to do "India Jones' Hottest Tamil Cinema Actresses Award for 2007". Pics are all stolen from all over the web without permission ( who steals with permission la huh). Guys, get your tissues ready. To wipe the drooling saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal opinion so whoever who disagrees may disagree. Go post it on your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 5: ASIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamilshots.com/albums/actress/glamour/normal_asin-malayalam-actress-glamour-photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tamilshots.com/albums/actress/glamour/normal_asin-malayalam-actress-glamour-photos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard to fill up number 5. Asin didn't have such a great year, but she did alright. She's going into Hindi movies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From number 4 to number 1, the decisions were real hard to make. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4- TRISHA KRISHNAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trishazone.com/pics/Trisha-Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.trishazone.com/pics/Trisha-Pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007  wasn't that good for Trisha in Tamil. But she's a true Tamil hottie so she easily grabs number 4. Her best performance is still in Ayutha Ezhuthu, which was ages ago. She was hottest in that movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3- NAYANTHARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nayantara.us/pics/Nayantara-Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nayantara.us/pics/Nayantara-Pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her in her debut movie ( can't remember what ). However, after that she was on a downhill slope for my taste. But after the Simbhu problem, the way she came back strongly and behaved with class made her gain my respect. She has also made some good movie choices.  The clincher really was Billa. She was goooooooood in Billa. And the bikini were great of course. She's made many bold decision. That's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2- AMALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hyderabadi.in/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/amla-akkineni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hyderabadi.in/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/amla-akkineni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's 40 plus now, and her last movie was ages ago...but hey this is Amala! She's forever hot. Thus she gets number 2 in my list. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1- SHREYA SARAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.chakpak.com/se_images/60893_-1_564_none/shreya-saran-wallpaper-60893-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img1.chakpak.com/se_images/60893_-1_564_none/shreya-saran-wallpaper-60893-5641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her acting isn't the best ( although I won't say she's bad in it). BUT she is bloody hot and dances really well. She had at least 2 hits in 2007.  I know at times she over exposes, but I'm not complaining. Physically, she is very near perfection. She seems to have a good character too.&lt;br /&gt; Long live Shreya Saran!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-1194606390283821270?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/1194606390283821270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=1194606390283821270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1194606390283821270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1194606390283821270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/02/drumrolls-please.html' title='Drumrolls please'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-1250844853855955350</id><published>2008-01-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:20:31.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Hell</title><content type='html'>This video was so sick, I tried going to sleep but I couldn't. A friend posted it on my Facebook.Tried forwarding it, but there was some prob. I'm now awake posting it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uN5fC-kdUQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uN5fC-kdUQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in hell, but surely the Universe will open up and swallow these idiots into a hell far worse than any of our imaginations. Rot in hell, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- there is no indication that the video is from China, or least that is what a commenter said on YT. I don't know for sure, because I can't get myself to watch the video again. Whatever it is, it's quite irrelevant isn't it? I'll surely be thinking twice before buying anymore fur/ leather products (ya I have one or two).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-1250844853855955350?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/1250844853855955350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=1250844853855955350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1250844853855955350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1250844853855955350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2008/01/fucking-hell.html' title='Fucking Hell'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3692207136556464119</id><published>2007-12-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:36:28.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bald and the beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2119381207_917098eed6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2119381207_917098eed6_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the back is a beautiful 7th century Mahabalipuram monolithic temple. There are many other much nicer pics which I'll post up on my blog once I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still in Chennai now; the rain has been too heavy for us to travel to Tanjore.&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/19408107-3692207136556464119?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3692207136556464119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3692207136556464119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3692207136556464119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3692207136556464119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/12/bald-and-beautiful.html' title='The bald and the beautiful'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2119381207_917098eed6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3268322553482997287</id><published>2007-12-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:27:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Updates</title><content type='html'>'Going to India is no trip, it's an adventure'- my dad's friend. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to India has been a unique experience. There's loads to blogs about, many many pics to put up. Hopefully once I'm back in Malaysia I'll have the discpline to do them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic here is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air pollution level is amazing. People here must have developed super lungs over time. Natural selection for evolution yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BALD now. woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been superpoked too many times on Facebook lately. I shall have my revenge once I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I discovered my flight back is actually on the 5th of January, instead of the 3rd. Haha. Wahlaulieh.Will try to get earlier flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Chennai for Tanjore in a day or two. There's where most of my relatives are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata. Keep on clicking on those ads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3268322553482997287?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3268322553482997287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3268322553482997287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3268322553482997287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3268322553482997287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/12/short-updates.html' title='Short Updates'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8946047880844462982</id><published>2007-12-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:04:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>india jones off to india</title><content type='html'>I'm flying off to India tomorrow morning. Man, gotta wake up at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There (highly likely) won't be any updates on my blog,friendster or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to setting foot on the soil that my ancestors lived for ages, for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will be a trip which may also set me on self discovery and understand the Indian ( in particular Tamil) minds ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back in Malaysia on 3rd of January.Will be leaving for NUS on the second week, depending on whether my family wants to join or not.Was absolutely fantastic meeting up with so many of you in the past one week. And NUS mates, meet you all in second week of Jan! Enjoy your holidays yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandri, vanakam :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps- if you feel extremely bored now that I'm not around and my blog is not updated for awhile, i suggest you entertain yourself by clicking on the ads at the side of my blog. in fact organise a competition to see who can click more la. so far, since starting the blog in June or July, I've managed to make a whopping USD12.31 . wahhhhh. I won't get my money till I reach 100 USD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8946047880844462982?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8946047880844462982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8946047880844462982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8946047880844462982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8946047880844462982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/12/india-jones-off-to-india.html' title='india jones off to india'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6327315233410236232</id><published>2007-12-08T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:48:00.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooi '4 times' Chin Heng</title><content type='html'>MBSians of year 2004, ever wondered what our top student,top hamsap and President of 'Innocent' Club is busy doing nowadays?He is my enemy for he was the one who kicked me outta the club solely because I portrayed true innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope he isn't trying to outdo his '4 times'. That I don't know anything about as he doesn't tell me stuff about the topic anymore, mainly because I accidentally told the whole world about his record breaking 4 times. Actually I know another guy who outdid him, but unfortunately nowadays I keep the secrets I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's busy sleeping in lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98b9KUCLjIE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98b9KUCLjIE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video stolen from his Facebook. His friend had put it up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6327315233410236232?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6327315233410236232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6327315233410236232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6327315233410236232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6327315233410236232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/12/ooi-4-times-ching-heng.html' title='Ooi &apos;4 times&apos; Chin Heng'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4911037939394244178</id><published>2007-12-01T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:50:48.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right and Wrong</title><content type='html'>My friend Uwa has started a blog. All the recent racial issues has stirred him to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his first piece is a true gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, whatever race or whatever religion you profess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hindrafnppl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hindrafnppl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important lesson to whoever who thinks he or she is superior due to his religion or colour eh? And mind you, I do have friends(who read this blog), who as far as I am concerned, are racist.I've tolerated before, shall never again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No violence though, I'm a Gandhi follower ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4911037939394244178?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4911037939394244178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4911037939394244178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4911037939394244178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4911037939394244178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/12/right-and-wrong_01.html' title='Right and Wrong'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6507528840444552058</id><published>2007-11-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:04:37.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTemoc</title><content type='html'>I've found a good new social-political blog. This guy or girl makes lotsa sense to me( I'm assuming he is a guy for easy writing purposes). Anybody sick of the lies in the commentaries in our local dailies can get an air of fresh air here. The blog is now on my bookmarked list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktemoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ktemoc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading his blog for the past 1 or 2 weeks. His &lt;a href="http://ktemoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-malaysians-or-indian-sherpas-at.html"&gt;lastest post&lt;/a&gt; and many others are good for any of you who say those Hindraf ppl who stand up for hindu rights are racist, albeit his post itself is regarding another article. Use your logic, asses, not your preconfigured prejudice. We have to stand up for our rights as a community because we have been marginalized as a community, and no other 'multiracial' organization seems bent on helping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nazri dared to call them panyangak? Those who attended the rally (the only who did any riots were the police) spanned from low earning estate workers to doctors and lawyers. The only reason he seems to be in the papers all the time is because he has a large enough ego that doesn't realise how stupid he is,thus he opens his mouth and shames all of us. Please ban him from appearing on Al-Jazeera or BBC or whatever. I present to u, ladies and gentleman, the real penyagak. Oh btw, u can find many more like this in YT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAhpNmGI1Jo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAhpNmGI1Jo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6507528840444552058?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6507528840444552058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6507528840444552058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6507528840444552058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6507528840444552058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ktemoc.html' title='KTemoc'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4387956700069102841</id><published>2007-11-25T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:14:39.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZAM outdone?</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say about the Hindraf rally. But I'm in the midst of my finals and time is very very scarce. For now, all I can say is my Indian brothers have made me proud. For long, I believed Indians have given too much blind loyalty to a government that doesn't care about them at all. Now, their eyes have been opened, and their are standing up for their rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this clear, this rally wasn't about bringing up racial sentiments. Instead this rally was to STOP racism. We had to come out as a community because we have been marginalized most as a community. We don't want SPECIAL rights, we want EQUAL rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched many videos regarding this, but I'm choosing only two to post up here. First is an Al Jazeera coverage of the rally, which includes an interview with a MIC dimwit.He comes quite close to outdoing the Zam blabber, but in my opinion falls a lil short of it.Anyhow, this video seems to be the best of the al jazeera coverage videos that are available on Youtube. Btw, at 2.15 min, you can actually see tear gas being thrown back at the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlWmafBG1Mo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlWmafBG1Mo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second video is from Friday, when 3 leaders of Hindraf, who are also lawyers, were arrested. Watch it, because the lawyers explain to Malaysiakini what the intention of the rally is all about.I'm posting up this video for those who still don't understand the cause.  And I indeed feel that moral authority is on their side.The start of the video is in tamil, but after awhile, when they talk to the press, they speak in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFQGY5JwzII&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFQGY5JwzII&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4387956700069102841?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4387956700069102841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4387956700069102841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4387956700069102841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4387956700069102841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/11/zam-outdone.html' title='ZAM outdone?'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-1100693860543590981</id><published>2007-11-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:00:53.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconvinced</title><content type='html'>Peay tried arguing for her case &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/PeAy_PeI/628381914/mengada.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. After trying to be as fair as possible while reading her blog, I'm still sticking by my argument. Go to her page and see the pics she posted up. She tried proving that she actually has pics where her face is facing the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted 3 pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x67.xanga.com/46ac0a2567133158801864/b119270070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://x67.xanga.com/46ac0a2567133158801864/b119270070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at pic 1. Her face IS  slanting to the right. In fact it's slanting not just right, but also down! This must be a pic from her early days of photo posing. Head accidentally slanted downwards as well.Practice makes perfect yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x6e.xanga.com/e4989314d573022578933/b16022229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/e4989314d573022578933/b16022229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture two looks more like slanting to the right than facing the front also.( Btw, the  girl to her right looks angry. Maybe that's why she didn't dare to slant it fully to the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last pic, which was taken the diwali night, DOES have her face facing the front. Extremists may argue that her face still looks to be slighty slanted, but let us give her the benefit of the doubt and believe her for once ( though the suspicion that her neck is malfunctioning shall linger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x87.xanga.com/80a8251224da8158801001/b119269317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://x87.xanga.com/80a8251224da8158801001/b119269317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point is: after so much effort, she manages to come up with three pictures that, according to her, has her facing to the front. But I think I have managed to convince you all that (at least) 2 out of the 3 pictures that SHE chose actually has her face slanting to the right, albeit to a lesser degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my argument has only gotten stronger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look through her pics yourself and you'll know who is right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-peay, your 'proofs' were worse than the 'proofs' that Malaysia presented for the Pedra Branca case la. haiyo haiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-1100693860543590981?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/1100693860543590981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=1100693860543590981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1100693860543590981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/1100693860543590981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/11/unconvinced.html' title='unconvinced'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4203269064388936686</id><published>2007-11-21T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:16:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Power 2</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel obliged to update my blog, despite the fact that my first paper is 2 days away. A few new readers I have. Disappoint them, I must not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new post in the Picture Power series. Well, actually it is only the second post in the picture power series. The other one was &lt;a href="http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-power.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I do have the intention to post more for this series, but like my other ordinary posts, they never seem to come. Haiyo haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the following pics. Realise anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIC 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RnV7DLZgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZH9c5phsycc/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RnV7DLZgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZH9c5phsycc/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135343101435143682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIC 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RVVbDLZcI/AAAAAAAAACI/lv5t9X_MaY0/s1600-h/penang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RVVbDLZcI/AAAAAAAAACI/lv5t9X_MaY0/s320/penang1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135323301635909058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIC 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RXnrDLZdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rE4urRPEEWE/s1600-h/deepavali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RXnrDLZdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rE4urRPEEWE/s320/deepavali2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135325814191777234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see any similarities? Look hard. Look close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can? Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is in fact, like the first Picture Power, a lesson in photography and posing. And our tutor today is none other than Miss. Hor Peay Pei a.k.a Peay a.k.a Peh a.k.a Ah Boi a.k.a awek LSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RaZLDLZeI/AAAAAAAAACY/1LONCq1TpL0/s1600-h/deepavali2-edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RaZLDLZeI/AAAAAAAAACY/1LONCq1TpL0/s320/deepavali2-edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135328863618557410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her face slanted to her right in almost every single picture she takes. If you are extremely lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you see it), you might see her face slanted to the left while posing. Rarer than the Sumatran Rhino is catching a picture of her face facing the front, towards the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may assume it's because there are hot guys to her right. Especially in PIC 2. But NO, that is not the reason. Oh, by the way, doesn't PIC 2 really look like a photo taken in a studio? It really does. Click on it to see a bigger pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lesson. The reason, according to her, is because it makes the face look slimmer (being an engineering student, I can't help but to add up the equation and ask 'does that mean her face is...'ok nvm better shush my mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, slanting your face to the right really makes the face look slimmer according to peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can only apply this while posing for a pic. Trying to use this technique while talking to someone will only give others the impression that your neck is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such fantastic reasoning, a few others simply had to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIC 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RhK7DLZfI/AAAAAAAAACg/LCMc_9zhC50/s1600-h/deepavali3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RhK7DLZfI/AAAAAAAAACg/LCMc_9zhC50/s320/deepavali3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135336315386815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM. Nope, I think they still need a lot more practice to reach peay's standards la ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-pics from mayz,peay's frenster and my sis's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, a happy birthday to wie vien! thanks for all the sms help. shhhh. it's our secret ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW UPDATE: being the decent guy that I am, I decided that I should inform Peay about this post before i clicked 'publish post'. She only picked up the second time I called. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello. I'm gonna post something on my blog about you but you mustn't  get angry.&lt;br /&gt;She: No way!&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's nothing bad. I'm just asking your permission, sorta..&lt;br /&gt;She: No cannot. Stop writing things about me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not writing anymore. I finished writing. Am just gonna click 'publish post' now.&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm. Ok la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;She: I was in the toilet la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haiyo, you and toilets ah (she has a long connection with toilets).&lt;br /&gt;She: Ya lah, you la, never allow me to shit properly!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! I'm posting that up on the blog too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a punishment God gave me. having to listen to all those details. will have nightmares tonight. oh my gaaddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4203269064388936686?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4203269064388936686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4203269064388936686' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4203269064388936686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4203269064388936686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-power-2.html' title='Picture Power 2'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/R0RnV7DLZgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZH9c5phsycc/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7721797698720361727</id><published>2007-11-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:32:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some videos</title><content type='html'>I actually have quite a lot to blog about, but really don't have the time to do so. Here are some videos, in the time being, to make u laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaBphiBzxtc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaBphiBzxtc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this islamic car has anythin to do with the islamic car proposed by proton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second vid is about funny football moments. I've watched many before, but this has some really funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vt4X7zFfv4k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vt4X7zFfv4k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final one is another circus show by another of our ministers. The usual joker nazri aziz couldn't stand all the attention being poured to zam that he simply had to say something unfathomably stupid in the august house. Really, tis video makes me sad, rather than happy. Moral of the story? if u are old enough to vote, go ahead and vote wisely. If not we'll have idiots in the parliament.The way he is talking is like a thug who is unconcerned about anything except for his own interests. Irresponsible, dumb, and absolutely makes no proper sense. And he is a minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b5IXtNRiog&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b5IXtNRiog&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knnbccb yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7721797698720361727?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7721797698720361727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7721797698720361727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7721797698720361727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7721797698720361727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-videos.html' title='some videos'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3263373537149917006</id><published>2007-10-29T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:17:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major problem</title><content type='html'>I have a major problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I simply don't seem to have the time to live my life and study the level that is required of me to study. It almost seems like it's either I live life, or I study. Cannot do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, refuse to buy into this. I believe by managing time well, I can do both really well. So, recently I decided to figure out ways to improve my time management. That was when i discovered there was actually a major culprit which has been stealing so much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i probably have mentioned to you before about this, but the thing is I often forget about it. I forget that on an average I spend about10- 12 hours sleeping a day. After that I end up wondering how on earth everybody seems have time to do so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the past one week I have embarked on a mission to sleep less. The aim was to reduce my sleeping hours to 6-7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results? Failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember 'how' I failed. I mean, I just know i try to wake up early, end up sleeping extra and in the end wake up the same time i would have before embarking on the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I remember what happened today( mainly because it hasn't been long since i woke up). The chronicles of my attempt to wake up:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am- handphone alarm rings. I wake up.I decide I don't care and that sleep is too nice. My head falls back into the pillow&lt;br /&gt;7.05am- I decide I MUST wake up. I sit up. to my shock, my eyes refuse to open properly. They kept on closing. It was almost like I was awake, but my eyes weren't. I tried opening the window and let the sun light into the room, but it brought no good effect. My eyes shut even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.10am- i lose my battle with my eyes, i fall  back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.10-8.30- a really nice dream which i can't really remember. something about me leading a war and killing enemies single handedly. somethin like legolas in lotr wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30- i wake up. i decide i must not fall asleep. but this time, i realised that i have 2 options : either i walk all the way to the cluster bathroom while being half asleep and grumpy, or go back to the uber nice sleep and lose my grumpiness. I chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30-10.30- peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30- finally i ran out of desire to sleep. I woke up fully and started watching liverpool vs arsenal match highlights. Damn. Liverpool almost won. haiya. Then only brush my teeth and did my tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tata gotta go class now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3263373537149917006?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3263373537149917006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3263373537149917006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3263373537149917006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3263373537149917006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/10/major-problem.html' title='major problem'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-399602726590520872</id><published>2007-10-27T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:37:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>Studies here are freaking hard. Really. Simply absolutely freaking hard. And the bell curve grading system makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm giving my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for about 4-5 days in Malaysia for Deepavali.Exams is 2 weeks after that so I can't hang out too much either. Once my exams end, I'll be back in Malaysia again for maybe a week, before flying off to India on 10th December with my dad. Yes, I'm really flying off to India this time ( not the 'balik india' excuse i used to tell whenever i skipped school in form 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can u believe that my sis bought the return tickets for 3rd of January? That's like more than 3 weeks in India. Somehow I feel it's too long. I mean, the starting 1 weeks or so will be fun and all, but after I probably will start to long for hoooome.I might catch an earlier flight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once I'm back in Msia on the (maybe) 3rd, I will have to leave for Singapore soon after that because the new semester will start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Where is my break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-399602726590520872?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/399602726590520872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=399602726590520872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/399602726590520872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/399602726590520872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/10/news.html' title='news'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7795523062068372902</id><published>2007-10-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:37:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday time</title><content type='html'>I was planning to post this up tomorrow, but since my  mates in Msia are celebrating Shu Yi and Peay's birthdays right now without inviting me, I have decided I'll do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the real reason is i'm just lazy to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 12.15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;Event: Celeste's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Residence 4 Tv room and PGP bbq pit( no pics taken at bbq pit tho..don wanna get into trouble :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also use this post to introduce to you guys some of the people I hang out with most of the time in Nus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all...the birthday girl, Celeste aka Dong Wei. All the way from Shandong, China. She's second year Civil Engineering. With her is Sindhu, from Singapore, 2nd year Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw9yLE50gOI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZpWC-LrivdQ/s1600-h/celeste+bday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw9yLE50gOI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZpWC-LrivdQ/s320/celeste+bday+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120436835963928802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, our grand senior, Ganesh, Malaysian,4th year Mech engin.Any prob with studies, just go to him. Beside him is Chanchal, Indian citizen with Malaysian PR.Youngest of us all,she's just 19 and doing first year Life Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw91PU50gPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O_ZKoOzZyPk/s1600-h/celeste+bday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw91PU50gPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O_ZKoOzZyPk/s320/celeste+bday+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120440207513256178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the genius Suresh. 4th year Mech engin and Malaysian too, but he has been in Singapore since he was 16. That's about 8 years yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw92fE50gQI/AAAAAAAAABY/kxzzihSJ3u4/s1600-h/celeste+bday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw92fE50gQI/AAAAAAAAABY/kxzzihSJ3u4/s320/celeste+bday+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120441577607823618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Ridwan from Bangladesh. First year Life Science( but he is considering changing his course). The first month here, i was hanging out with him and Uwa the most. But as classes became hectic i see less of him nowadays since we are from different faculties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw93vE50gRI/AAAAAAAAABg/gB8cEbezrbA/s1600-h/celeste+bday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw93vE50gRI/AAAAAAAAABg/gB8cEbezrbA/s320/celeste+bday+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120442951997358354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Uwa. First year Civil Engin, from Puchong. One big joker. Makes us laugh all the time. He shaves about only once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw94f050gSI/AAAAAAAAABo/lplEDc1a4wY/s1600-h/celeste+bday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw94f050gSI/AAAAAAAAABo/lplEDc1a4wY/s320/celeste+bday+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120443789515981090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's the uber hot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw95HU50gTI/AAAAAAAAABw/k6vuhvnKWpE/s1600-h/celeste+bday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw95HU50gTI/AAAAAAAAABw/k6vuhvnKWpE/s320/celeste+bday+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120444468120813874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise party. N it did work big time. She really thought we had forgotten her birthday. However, in my damn tiredness, i did one final mistake. As i brought her from her room to the place, I was supposed to miscall the others. Tapi, in my semangat to act as if i forgot, i also forgot to miscall them. So when we entered the room, all were caught with their pants down(not literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I damaged the hard work we put in. Siallll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3ATQoGRApU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3ATQoGRApU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-taking this opportunity to wish all the october babies a happy yippee birthday! ziling,suan,peay,zhu yi,my 3 sisters, dan lain lain. sorry i couldn't be there, but glad that i escaped emptying my wallet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-pics were from chang pui haan's camera, another friend from sabah, malaysia. she's a fellow slacker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7795523062068372902?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7795523062068372902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7795523062068372902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7795523062068372902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7795523062068372902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-time.html' title='birthday time'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rw9yLE50gOI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZpWC-LrivdQ/s72-c/celeste+bday+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2721690123015058949</id><published>2007-10-02T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:26:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell</title><content type='html'>Reading this article made me sad. I'm not sure if it's true, and I pray with all my heart that it is not, but the story is simply heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/newsncom.php?itemid=8736"&gt;http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/newsncom.php?itemid=8736&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world says it has learnt from the holocaust. Has it? How the hell is this different from it. The number may be small, but the severity of evil is the same. Come on you idiots who are in power around the world, for once do the right thing, instead of just the strategic thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth motivates this generals so much. You still crave for so much power when you are this old, so much so that you are willing to kill civilians. Kill monks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity has shown so much hope, yet events like this shows the capacity we have for evil. And it's equally evil for people who profess to live a good life not to do anything to stop things like this. I'm sorry, monks, but I'm at fault too for not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your souls rest in peace. Forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2721690123015058949?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2721690123015058949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2721690123015058949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2721690123015058949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2721690123015058949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/10/hell.html' title='hell'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6537779673175877292</id><published>2007-09-25T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:21:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://timesunion.com/Shared/Graphics/NewsDB/AP/MYANMAR%20PROTEST%20XBK10409241057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://timesunion.com/Shared/Graphics/NewsDB/AP/MYANMAR%20PROTEST%20XBK10409241057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feeling like shit as usual. But reading about the Myanmar monks really uplifted my spirits. Fantastic brave stuff, monks. An essence of good against an evil entity. Let the revolution spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravery depends not on the strength of your muscle, but on the principles that your heart holds on to. Bald peaceful monks are more powerful a force than anything that the Myanmar junta can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remermber that, heroes from Myanmar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6537779673175877292?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6537779673175877292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6537779673175877292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6537779673175877292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6537779673175877292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/09/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7293608898613283469</id><published>2007-09-16T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:16:15.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahlaulieh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Deathvalleysky_nps_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Deathvalleysky_nps_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is amazing. Observe it for a few seconds. Zoom on it. Do anything. Simply breathtaking. Click on the thumbnail. Reminds me that I'm merely a small speck in this wide and diverse, beautiful universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Wikipedia's picture of the day for 15th September 2007 (yesterday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7293608898613283469?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7293608898613283469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7293608898613283469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7293608898613283469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7293608898613283469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/09/wahlaulieh.html' title='wahlaulieh'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8449105998759017045</id><published>2007-09-13T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:15:00.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to get for Mayz's Bday</title><content type='html'>When birthdays come, everybody gets a headache regarding what to give for a present. Well, after reading &lt;a href="http://mayszin.blogs.friendster.com/mayzism/2007/09/justins_emmyawa.html#comments"&gt;mayz's pos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayszin.blogs.friendster.com/mayzism/2007/09/justins_emmyawa.html#comments"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; here, I believe a major headache has been avoided for us when 21st July arrives next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get her a ahem in a box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next big debate will be, whose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I'm the best to resolve this problem, since i have the logical n analytical thinking of an engineer. Thus, I present my arguments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine- too precious, and will require too big a box&lt;br /&gt;Gori- too small, will require us buying a microscope as well&lt;br /&gt;Athes- will be hard to look for it in the box, especially when it's dark&lt;br /&gt;boon- too ugly, let ziling be the sole one to bear the burden&lt;br /&gt;oja-too flimsy. Box will fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS, we get wai yip's one. Perfect fit. And unused as well (which allows us to assume that it's in a perfect condition) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Yip, make sure ur 21st July is free next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8449105998759017045?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8449105998759017045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8449105998759017045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8449105998759017045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8449105998759017045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-to-get-for-mayzs-bday.html' title='What to get for Mayz&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8676008889994952955</id><published>2007-08-28T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:46:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of impression-part 2</title><content type='html'>Now the opposite has happened. Was chatting today with 2 people when one of their friends, a Sri Lankan girl, suddenly came up and :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: You're not that bad after all. I thought you were a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;(others laugh at the sudden out-of-nowhere-comment)&lt;br /&gt;Me:what?&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah, i thought you had some attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Me: haaaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and it went on for a few more minutes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: it's ok, you are a good person.&lt;br /&gt;Me: so all these long you thought i was a bad person?&lt;br /&gt;She: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks: wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story again: impressions can be very misleading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8676008889994952955?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8676008889994952955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8676008889994952955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8676008889994952955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8676008889994952955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-of-impression-part-2.html' title='the art of impression-part 2'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2372628350705669403</id><published>2007-08-26T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:54:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of impression</title><content type='html'>Impressions are important, but overdoing it is completely wrong. I was having this conversation with a senior last night in the canteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior: You must be really good at basketball&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol. No way. I completely suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;Senior: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah la. I only started playing abit since i came here. And even that one involves only shooting and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Senior: But that day I saw you walking around with the basketball after playing. Got the impression you must really good at basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wahaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Senior : ???&lt;br /&gt;Me: That one is just for show only. I wasn't even playing that day. I only joined the others after they had finished playing. I took their ball n started walking around with them to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Senior: !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: impressions can be very misleading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2372628350705669403?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2372628350705669403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2372628350705669403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2372628350705669403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2372628350705669403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-of-impression.html' title='the art of impression'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7644769335953230138</id><published>2007-08-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:53:50.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>causing a change</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this to make you aware of a really bad habit that many people have when walking. I'm not even sure if it can be called a bad habit. Maybe it's just that some people have weird body mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad habit I'm talking about is the swinging of the arm when people walk. Ok, everybody swings their arms. But some people swing waaaay too much that it's almost as if they are marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be your right to swing your arms, but it is not your right to take away my birthright to have children. You see, when you walk like that, you turn into a very very dangerous moving object. You can cause serious damage to other people's very important asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe? Get a guy to stand behind you. Then immediately swing your arms back. Where does you arm hit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the cause of a guy's inability to 'stand tall' if you continue with your habit. So please, I beg all of you, having been a victim a few times myself, to stop this bad habit. Stop swinging your arms so much when walking damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let innocent lives die anymore.They only know how to swim :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps-i can still stand tall.i've got manliness of steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7644769335953230138?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7644769335953230138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7644769335953230138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7644769335953230138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7644769335953230138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/causing-change.html' title='causing a change'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2256756024736874442</id><published>2007-08-18T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:48:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger's block</title><content type='html'>My blogging frequency will get even lower for the near future. There are so many things I've gotta do that I simply don't have the time to blog. But I'll be back nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I mentioned that i don't know what i should primarily blog about? i still don't. I'm just whacking away most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time i use to come up with ideas for the blog is limited. Thus quality is getting worse. So till i get adjusted and am able to fully manage my time, the blogging will be reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta run now. see ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2256756024736874442?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2256756024736874442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2256756024736874442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2256756024736874442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2256756024736874442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloggers-block.html' title='blogger&apos;s block'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5907702574100891312</id><published>2007-08-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:53:08.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>One of the 3 blogs i make sure to read daily, The Malay Male, has been stopped by the blogger. Damn it, from where am I gonna get my daily dose of profanity laden humor and intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 days ago I was recommending it to a friend. Sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only Rocky's Bru and Screenshots left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, gotta thank him for all the good (and tear jerking funny) stuff he posted. Really accompanied me through the 8 months in wilderness i was in after stpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- the blogs i read but not on a daily basis are many. But only these 3 I have been reading almost daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5907702574100891312?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5907702574100891312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5907702574100891312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5907702574100891312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5907702574100891312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8277347521395122671</id><published>2007-08-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:05:41.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>settling</title><content type='html'>It's been 16 days since I came to Singapore. Honestly doesn't seem that long at all. So far, things have been good.The first two days here, I stayed with my cousin in law. After that, I checked into Prince George's Park Residence, the name of the 'hostel' that I'll stay for at least another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PGPR has been excellent. From outside, it looks like some luxury apartments.The rooms inside are alright. I'm more than happy with how things are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I like Singapore? I like it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes will start on Monday. That's when the pressure will start cooking me. I'll do my best of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky guy. Went to a really good school in MBS.Now I'm in NUS, world's 18th ranked university according to THES, and my engineering faculty in ranked 8th. Imagine that, studying among and with the best. Honoured indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My start in Singapore has been alright. But I know things can get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss all of you in Malaysia. Don't think I'll online too much. See you guys soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8277347521395122671?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8277347521395122671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8277347521395122671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8277347521395122671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8277347521395122671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/08/settling.html' title='settling'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2866522979652150277</id><published>2007-07-25T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:00:33.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>yo!</title><content type='html'>The farewell was fantastic. A few surprises like Aravindh, Lin Yee n Hong Jin also made my day. Thanks alot people. I'll treasure our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure allows me to go with a positive feeling, knowing that i have a great group of frens back home in malaysia whenever i need them. Thanks thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog won't be updated for another week perhaps. I'll probably get my net connection n laptop on 2nd august. So till then, there won't be much news from me. I'll try to inform of my new number once i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anythin, leave a sms my current number, or send a mail to prusothman@hotmail.com lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me monetary support by clicking you know wat at the side of this blog! everyday.till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2866522979652150277?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2866522979652150277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2866522979652150277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2866522979652150277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2866522979652150277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/yo.html' title='yo!'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7836469831572928527</id><published>2007-07-24T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:32:03.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking news</title><content type='html'>Rumour has it Hor Peay Pei likes Chai Boon Kheng. They even sit together on the bus. dunno what bus la.But they sit together. She fondly calls him icecreamman (like aguilera's candy man). And she wants us all to kirim salam to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ppl, be a good fren to peay n sila kirim salam kepada boon kheng a.k.a icecreamman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheeewit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7836469831572928527?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7836469831572928527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7836469831572928527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7836469831572928527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7836469831572928527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/breaking-news.html' title='breaking news'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2813729053669301039</id><published>2007-07-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:08:52.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'll have the time to write a proper farewell, so here's an early one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on Wednesday. By bus probably. Will miss every one of you. I won't be away for long; probably I'll be back for a week in late September (2 months away yo!). But then again, I'll be away for long in another way; I'm gonna study for 4 years and work for another 3 years in Singapore. Will be interesting to see how things will be in 7 years time. Will be interesting to see how different things will be. N will be very interesting indeed to be reading this post 7 years from now (if I do it'll be for nostalgic reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling? Mixed, really. The excitement isn't in the mixture yet tho. I've always been the protected last boy of the family, so going to a foreign country all alone, with no company, will cause some kinda trouble for me. But I'm also looking forward to whatever it may trigger within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I think this is what I've always wanted. Lets see how things will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a major ego boost earlier. Largely because the person always seems to know what he's saying. Will take it within me to Singapore. I'll need all the encouragement I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 8 months, well, things didn't work out the way I wanted it to be. But many good things happened. And it has been, by far, the holidays where I did the most things. I had a fantastic job where I went to 7 different locations in the country with Boon ( and Joanne and Mayz at times). Had excellent work mates, plus some interesting characters. Lotsa good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went backpacking in Kuching with my sis in April. Had my second sis's wedding in March ( my frens attended the dinner yo!). Played lotsa ( I mean LOTSA) pool at brewball, mid valley. Went Penang for trip with close friends in May ( plus the job trips, i went 3 times in total). Watched practically every single movie that came out, and almost every single time I was disappointed. Only 300 seemed like a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPM was very tough but was fulfilling. However, the truth is, I now actually realise I was, as a person, quite damaged by the STPM experience. The run in during the last one month took it's toll on me. Has taken me ages to recover, due to other unfavorable factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After STPM ended, I did not go back home, instead I bought along my traveling backpack to school. Went to Thomas n Guys after the last paper, had a haircut. Lepaked here and there. Went for futsal. Stayed at Boon's place with wai yip, went for good midnight korean movie in mv, then went to camerons with other form 6 mates the next morn. syoook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD trip was excellent. Suet Ying  was funny. Gary chased us outtta his house. The fun fair was nice. Came back to kl, and new year was ushered in a nice way. G-force X was mindblowing. That night,we threw firecrackers at dogs, yo! And 2006 died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things happened too, but I kept it to myself. Dipped into depression awhile and came outta it, went to hell and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years. Fuh. Don't know if I'll be alive till then. I might fail my papers and get kicked back to msia. I might like it so much there that I might change 7 years to forever. Or maybe I might leave for Europe, or US of A. Or get so homesick n get back to malaysia on day 1 of the 8th year. Who knows what might happen. All I know, this is the beginning of something very very different. The factors that has influenced my life will now be changed. Lets see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2813729053669301039?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2813729053669301039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2813729053669301039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2813729053669301039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2813729053669301039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6276038783057604986</id><published>2007-07-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:06:31.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soothing</title><content type='html'>Came across this song while looking for colonial cousin's sa ni da pa song.It sure is excellent. Try listening to it. Seriously soothing and good. Those who can't appreciate it can go to the place you are eventually supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-sorry but i couldn't find one with a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49rRK8slUaY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49rRK8slUaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6276038783057604986?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6276038783057604986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6276038783057604986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6276038783057604986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6276038783057604986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/soothing.html' title='soothing'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6569669328742121985</id><published>2007-07-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:34:51.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>blow</title><content type='html'>a series of wrongs has happened. it's like being given 3-4 punches in a row in your stomach. i don't feel right, and i just feel like stop bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. somethin's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i get so complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has a calling. not everybody answers it. fine. wat is my calling? n wat if i don't like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning, i'm learning, i have to remind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.why do i always allows things go so bad before i do somethin? why didn't I  set things right earlier. it's all my doing.i tell myself that the end is now, but it continues. why do i allow the punches to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why. and i will stop it.i will fail again, but i will try again. n try . n try. till i get it n perfect it. i will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the battle must be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to singapore can be the big break i'm looking for. it can also turn out to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. which one will u decide it to be, prusothman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody dies, but only a few live. Braveheart, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these obstacles will burn when i look at them once i'm strong. life won't throw any punches at me. i'll dodge it. in extreme cases, i'll hold it, and punch life back. i will get wat i want. i'll be proven right, but absolutely wrong for the procrastination and complacency plus laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must give myself time and space, but not get complacent anymore. future is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-the sole purpose of this posting was for releasing of the volcano within. not to be understood or be bothered about. i'm okay. i feel great in fact. malaysia boleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6569669328742121985?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6569669328742121985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6569669328742121985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6569669328742121985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6569669328742121985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/blow.html' title='blow'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6487988447745056027</id><published>2007-07-08T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:35:58.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>New 7 Wonders</title><content type='html'>The new 7 wonder results are out. Check results&lt;a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/index.php?id=633"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the new 7 wonders are (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chichén Itzá, Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ Redeemer, Brazil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Wall, China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Machu Pichu, Peru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petra, Jordan ( Indiana Jones, yo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Roman Colliseum, Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Taj Mahal, India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One from North America, two from South America, one from Europe, and three from Asia (if you consider the Arab world to be part of Asia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that the Statue of Liberty and Eiffel Tower didn't make it into the list. The latter especially. However, I would say, using my very thin layer of knowledge about these monuments, that the 7 are a great choice indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon, any US of A people complaining about Statue of Liberty's exclusion should get a reality check. The statue ain't no big deal at all. At least to my very limited knowledge lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pyramids aren't listed because of some problems. I think they'll continue to be considered to be part of the original seven wonders (of which it is the only surviving one), and will not be included in the new list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure glad Taj Mahal made it into the list. I wouldn't want my Chinese friends bragging about the Great Wall and I have nothing to counter in return. And oh yeah because I think Taj Mahal is a great monument of everlasting love also. jeng jeng jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. It was co-written, composed and sung by one of best music composers on the planet, A.R Rahman. It was part of a drive to get people to vote for Taj Mahal. The song is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLhDtjWr2zQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLhDtjWr2zQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6487988447745056027?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6487988447745056027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6487988447745056027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6487988447745056027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6487988447745056027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-7-wonders.html' title='New 7 Wonders'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8745656306252253052</id><published>2007-07-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:16:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my perfect lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/PeAy_PeI"&gt;Hor Peh Peh&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me. My duty to answer my call to duty! Kalau tak pergi dutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IT GOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has to accept me for who I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has to be loving, caring, truthful, and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must be damn handsome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has to have big strong arms, and big strong *akhem*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must like Elton John songs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he thinks David Beckham is cute, then great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must have a butt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, ada 'skill'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, time for me to confess. Time to confess the truth that I concealed, but will be revealed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole 8 points on top are total crap. I'm not gay nor homophobic, neither do I intend to be either one. I decided to follow only rule number 5. Being the last rule, as in any sets of rule (according to India Jones' Guide to Rules), it has the right to override any of the rules before it. Thus in my aim to 'HAVE FUN DOING IT', I decided to lie and booshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it wasn't fun writing that. But the thought of how some faces might have turned upside down sure gives me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how should my real perfect lover be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT GILA BABI. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight victims (if peay has already tagged you, ignore her and answer my tagging)&lt;br /&gt;1.Cnigel&lt;br /&gt;2.Wai yip&lt;br /&gt;3.Oja&lt;br /&gt;4.Mayz&lt;br /&gt;5.Yip Seng&lt;br /&gt;6.Ziling&lt;br /&gt;7.too sleepy to think of any names&lt;br /&gt;8.no need lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8745656306252253052?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8745656306252253052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8745656306252253052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8745656306252253052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8745656306252253052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-perfect-lover.html' title='my perfect lover'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8760158777559146649</id><published>2007-07-06T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:18:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kucing buat lawak</title><content type='html'>My little toe or whatever you call it is swollen,blueblackmaroonbrown,, and very the painful. Maybe I fractured it. Like this cannot go study in Singapore anymore. Injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the way back from futsal, I saw a black cat at the front of my neighbor's house. I realised the cat was peeing right in front of their house. Damn lawak. I mean, of all the places, right in front of the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small layer of sand there on the road, so there it was peeing there, and the same time peering into my neighbor's house. Looking so freaking innocent some more.Aduh I was trying hard to control my laughter. But manged to control la, didn't want to freak the cat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my house gate, and right before going in, I decided to look at the cat one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan semangat gila, it was covering up the pee with the thin layer of sand! I already find that covering habit very funny on it's own, apatah lagi doing it right in front of my neighbor's house.I simply couldn't control my laughter anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-8760158777559146649?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8760158777559146649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8760158777559146649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8760158777559146649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8760158777559146649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/kucing-buat-lawak.html' title='kucing buat lawak'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-8408373855922231279</id><published>2007-07-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:11:16.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Promotion</title><content type='html'>I wanted to do this much earlier, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Using the powers of the internet and Blogger, I channel my readers who aren't aware of it, towards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emonell.blogspot.com/"&gt;emonell.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok ok I only realised that I never really mentioned that blog after cnigel@hing wai asked us to promote it. It's a blog that is mainly contributed by cnigel, but me and danush contribute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I didn't post anything here for some time , that means I posted something there ( hey a writer needs time to get his ideas k).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it highly solely for cnigel's unique sense of humor. So, what are you waiting for? Go go read that blog. Bookmark it, if not, like they say, your momma too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/19408107-8408373855922231279?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/8408373855922231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=8408373855922231279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8408373855922231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/8408373855922231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/promotion.html' title='Promotion'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-4665365666503775338</id><published>2007-07-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:08:58.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawak jenaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamland'/><title type='text'>why sivaji is better than transformers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was deep in my thinking (how come Shreya so damn hot?), when suddenly I was enlightened by a lightning knowledge. I was struck there for awhile. Then I knew I had to spread the good news around. I've realized that Sivaji The Boss is better than Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you people who have been raving about Transformers so much (what's the big deal,yo?) can go kiss Rajni the Old man i mean Boss's arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have come up with such conclusion if there wasn't so much hype about how good Transformers is. I watched the movie already and found it to be good and entertaining, but nowhere near to the mega praises that has been showered on it. It's not even as good as Michael Bay's other famous movie, Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from over expectation? Not really. I watched it on the second day, and I had heard only one praise at that time. In the last few days, the number of people who loved it have increased so much I'm starting to question my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon, tell me. Which parts were that damn good lah? The transforming part? That's a pathetic reason. I mean, in this age, if you are still marveled by ordinary computer graphics or whatever they are called such as that one, then you are messed up. It's good to watch, and does make you get excited, but not enough to make Transformers one 'F---ing Good Movie' (some of my frens used that phrase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fights? Matrix beats it hands down. Robots fighting? Cool,but again not enough. Story line? Woohoohoo yeah right.  Directing? Acting? Good stuff la. That's all. This coming from a guy who  is already a Shia Labeouf fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sivaji was something like Tranformers also. It was entertaining but makes no sense. However, being a Tamil, I've decided to be biased and come with conclusion that Sivaji is better. I've come up with 10 reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sivaji had real cool songs in it. I loved how Athiradee and Sahana Charal was done. Where were the songs in Transformers huh huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sivaji is one of the most expensive movies made in India. Transformers one of the cheapest big movies in Hollywood this summer. Go waste your time watching cheap stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you argue that despite of point 2, Transformers is still at least 10 times more expensively done than Sivaji, then I say go why watch a movie that just wasted lotsa money? You get same entertainment with Sivaji.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had Intermission in Sivaji (nvm the fact that it makes no difference in Msia).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your robots had no different wigs to wear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many civilians died in the end fight of Transformers. In the end fight of Sivaji, MONEY( millions of them baby!) falls on to the civilians below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Optimus Prime's character reminded me of a person with learning disability. No la, I mean the characterization was too shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The funny parts of Sivaji was funnier than the funny parts of Transformers. More of them also. Higher in quantity AND quality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A.R Rahman composed music for Sivaji.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally,the ultimate reason. The clincher.  SIVAJI HAD SHREYA IN THE MOVIE! ~drool~ She's ten times hotter than whoever that actress was in Transformers. Shreya! zindabad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And thus, I have spread the good news. Be enlightened, my children. Cik Saratha not getting married. I was fooled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-4665365666503775338?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/4665365666503775338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=4665365666503775338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4665365666503775338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/4665365666503775338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-sivaji-is-better-than-transforrmers.html' title='why sivaji is better than transformers'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-7298831067806399149</id><published>2007-07-01T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:08:21.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>the next phase</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a friend. I know. It's a shortcoming of mine. I'm a helluva enemy, but not too good a friend. Nevertheless, I've decided to post something up about this before sleep wins the battle going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all reaching a new phase in our life, yea? The Form 6 people will now be totally dispersed. We'll probably never gather together with every one of us there ever again. Even the last reunion we had with Mrs. Yap didn't yield enough people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never realised it until very recently. I really enjoyed the friendships i made in Form 6. I enjoyed the experiences we went through. I enjoyed the jokes we shared. I enjoyed the bitching behind each other's back. I enjoy that group at the back of the class making noise during Mrs.Yap's class. Me, simon, boon, ziling, serene, suan, ernest,yip seng and jeffrey yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish the times when we got together and did our best when one of us went through tough times. I enjoyed that minggu keusahawanan thing. I enjoyed the Cinderella pantomime. I enjoyed making fun of Diana at every possible turn. I enjoyed peay's friendship. I miss everyone of us working our ass off towards STPM, at the same time trying to help and encourage others as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many good memories. I never realized this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ernest stated boldly that we haven't come to miss our Form 6 life yet earlier this year. i don't know if i miss it yet, but I sure cherish those times we had, and i desperately hope to be able to hold on to them before they fade from my memory. They are precious, and memories are wealth that you must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck mates, memories shall bind us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll be leaving. I don't know how things will turn out. I know going to Singapore is actually a major risk. It will either make or break me. Which was why there was a slight hesitation when local uni results came out. I've decided to take the risk anyway. Life's a gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss every single one of my mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon, Mayz, Vien, Wai yip you guys will be at the top of the list. You people have been with me for a long time and we have shared so much. Our path has been rocky but we are getting better. if i have to mention friends who are closest to me and who know me well enough, it's you guys. Our friendship must never die nor should it be killed by time nor distance. Extreme apologies for the burden that I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't been easy. Looking back the past 20 years, there are many wrong turns and bad mistakes. But the good times that i had with my frens, from sitting beside sooie hoe to playing futsal with the gang (BMA yo!), they are good memories to hold on to that keeps me going. they are a major part of the bright side that i look to when i look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say anymore. so much to say actually, but unable to come up with any sentence nor words to put it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is; I'll continue my journey, because life's goddamn worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-7298831067806399149?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/7298831067806399149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=7298831067806399149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7298831067806399149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/7298831067806399149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-phase.html' title='the next phase'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-3118232844279909828</id><published>2007-06-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:09:35.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawak jenaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamland'/><title type='text'>The climax</title><content type='html'>The groom was about to tie the Thali on the bride's neck. She was suffering. She knew attempting to run away now would mean pure humiliation for her family. A small bead of tear rolled down her cheek. Her body shivered slightly as she felt the Thali touching her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest chanted the final verses and the traditional music reached it's climax. She knew rains of yellow rice would come pouring down on her anytime soon. Her life was about to take a turn that she never wanted. Anytime now, her life will be subjected to the whims and fancies of the cruel groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deafening shriek suddenly screamed across the wedding hall. The bride looked at her side. It was the groom. His hand was stuck to the wall behind him, being pinned down by an arrow. Blood was streaming down quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was shocked. From where did the arrow come ? The sight of the bloodied groom yelling in pain made everybody run in panic, helter skelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang boom boom bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Indiana Jones music plays, the traditional Indian music troupe follow along-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng ...&lt;--- humm this to the tune of indiana jones theme music for extra effect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere, a car comes flying through the upper glass panels of the hall. Crash! It lands perfectly among the crowd.Dusts settle, and the car plate number, WTF 6767 is seen by all. Many run in fear for their lives. Because they know who is in the car. The person they thought would not appear ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is..it is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prusoo ! You came !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, dear" I say calmly as I step out of the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so afraid!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, in awhile you'll be in my arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 men pounce on me. I withhold them by the powers of my super knees and shoulders.  "You came alone. You die!" the stupid groom whose hand was still stuck to the wall shoutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kanna, only pigs come in packs. Singa come in singles"&lt;br /&gt;(the above line was copied from Sivaji The Boss)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and *dishum* the 5 of them fly to 5 different corners of the hall (copied from every single Indian movie). The next 5 guys who are supposed to pounce on me next run away, one of them leaving a trail of pee along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's mine. Anybody objects?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud fearful 'No' rhymed through the hall. I walk up to the bride,take her hand,lift her up in my arms, look at the groom (he immediately starts crying out for his mom)  and bring her back to my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zoomed off before anybody managed to blink. Vroooooooom. WTF 6767 was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we lived happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ps- I was told today that Cik Saratha has got engaged. She's getting married soon it seems. Sigh. Thanks boon for some idea inputs. Ppl, help me overcome my sadness by clicking my ads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-3118232844279909828?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/3118232844279909828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=3118232844279909828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3118232844279909828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/3118232844279909828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/climax.html' title='The climax'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5164811124948990641</id><published>2007-06-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:10:09.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawak jenaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>battle of wits</title><content type='html'>The sudden increase in my blogging frequency is because i suddenly feel like being talkative. Blogging is my way of channeling it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and my hommie Boon (the skinny ugly guy)  battled our wits earlier just now.It lasted a bloody 54 minutes. I'm proud to say that I think that I came out victorious this time around. Usually he wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand what we are talking about, if you can that is.The battle ends when he changes topic to Videa ( some girl who looks like Ziling but pretty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, you have been hanging out with either one of us a lil bit too much.If you can't,no worries cos this chat conversation is just to show you how crappy we are. And shit I'm gonna miss all these nonsense when once I'm in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:35 PM): yoooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:35 PM):yoooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:36 PM):wassup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:38 PM):wasssssssup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:39 PM):waaaaassup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:40 PM):bukit berterabur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:41 PM):gua gelap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:41 PM):gua stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:41 PM):apa benda tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:44 PM):batu caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:45 PM):bodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:45 PM):tu gua-gua stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:46 PM):lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:47 PM):pigi gua gelap tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:51 PM):tarak tau lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (10:59 PM):apsal kakak tua lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (10:59 PM):pasal tengok ku boleh settle tak unio benda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:00 PM):oh icic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:00 PM):alrights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:00 PM):noneleft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:01 PM):somecentre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:02 PM):moooooooooooooooooooozila firefoks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:02 PM):no man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:02 PM):it's mohzilla firefoxks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:03 PM):godzilla waterwolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:03 PM):dinasour wooddog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:07 PM):diana airhound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:09 PM):squarebutt earthcanine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:23 PM):roundass moonpuppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:24 PM):triangleanus sunkitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:25 PM):rectanglebackside planetcat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prusothman.blogspot.com says (11:26 PM):polygonbum starmouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon II ® says (11:29 PM):videa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5164811124948990641?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5164811124948990641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5164811124948990641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5164811124948990641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5164811124948990641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/battle-of-wits.html' title='battle of wits'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-2448740272890372264</id><published>2007-06-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:46:49.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>fresh prince's rocky training</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;If you don't find this funny, it's either you have never watched any Rocky movies before or you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a clip from the Greatest Black Sitcom of The 90s - The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I have no idea what season nor what episode this clip is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps-for the third post in row, i'm using material without any permission in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WiiarpqgFo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WiiarpqgFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-2448740272890372264?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/2448740272890372264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=2448740272890372264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2448740272890372264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/2448740272890372264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/fresh-princes-rocky-training.html' title='fresh prince&apos;s rocky training'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5121121955048925713</id><published>2007-06-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:47:48.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Indian Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;I know I practically have no Indian readers at all, but anyhow I've decided to put up this video. The song is named Indian Girls and o yeah it's darn good. The big guy in the center is Yogi B, formerly of Poetic Ammo (one of the pioneer English Hip Hop groups in the country). His entrance to the Malaysian Indian music scene sure has done lotsa good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video, they are actually performing to a bunch of artistes from India. These Indians are abit buta to hip hop music and I found it amusing the way some of them tried to act cool. Some of them even looked shocked. Not that they didn't like it, but the music sure sounded new and it seemed as if they were on the watch out for any Hindu fanatic wielding a sword to appear. Let go of the fear, I'd say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers on stage are probably Indian Indians as well (which explains the ugly costume that doesn't match the song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_CoLkz9LUM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5121121955048925713?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5121121955048925713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5121121955048925713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5121121955048925713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5121121955048925713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/indian-girls.html' title='Indian Girls'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-5148653749496383682</id><published>2007-06-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:10:55.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawak jenaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>picture power</title><content type='html'>These 3 pics were taken in quick succession. Look at how good vien (she's the red one for those who don't know) reacts when it comes to posing for cameras: her face was underneath boon's(the skinny ugly guy) in the first pic. Then boon starts jumping across and vien's face is being slighty blocked. However, by the time the third pic taken (which is just a split second), her face has risen above all odds and is on top of boon's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fantastic reaction! Hebat hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VtVTYbWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Zg6vulS2zKM/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VtVTYbWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Zg6vulS2zKM/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079310192044698978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VuFTYbXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/btp4XH4Fl_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VuFTYbXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/btp4XH4Fl_Q/s320/IMG_2334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079310204929600882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VvFTYbYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1CYVFQ9S4V0/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VvFTYbYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1CYVFQ9S4V0/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079310222109470082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's freaking SMILING for all three of the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no facial reaction saying "hey boon you wuss get outta my way!!" or "react quick!" or "this guy is gonna die after this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pro at work, people. Learn and be enlightened. Wannabe posers like me should make a statue of her and pray to her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, trying to learn,calming my mind, when i looked closely at the pics again. I got a major shock. While we were all busy posing for the camera, look at Athes sneaking up (the balck guy at the back) on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better watch my back when taking pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-pics courtesy of mayz.used without permission.one lil thing. if u enjoyed this post, i bet u'll enjoy the ads on the right side of my blog.get my hint ? turn me into rich man, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-5148653749496383682?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/5148653749496383682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=5148653749496383682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5148653749496383682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/5148653749496383682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-power.html' title='picture power'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypwQXwv6dh8/Rn1VtVTYbWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Zg6vulS2zKM/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-9129089447553339651</id><published>2007-06-12T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:25:00.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>shifted</title><content type='html'>i'm shifting to a new blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://prusothman.blogspot.com/ (old blog was in friendster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;other than for it to be a diary of sorts for me in the coming new phase of life,i'm just doing it because i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what new phase of life? i'm probably going off to study in singapore. i mentioned probably because i can't help but feeling that a letter might come in saying :"haha you were fooled! thanks for being such an arse'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or somethin like they sent the wrong email to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i used 'probably' because i haven't accepted it yet, because i haven't got the offer letter.i have only been notified thru email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i will continue using the word probably until i get the offer letter and until i accept the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough probablys.i have officially given the most boring start possible to a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-9129089447553339651?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/9129089447553339651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=9129089447553339651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/9129089447553339651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/9129089447553339651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/shifted-im-shifting-to-new-blog-address.html' title='shifted'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408107.post-6465451027469066521</id><published>2007-06-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:26:21.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;h&gt;&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting closer to shifting to this site i figure. Should have shifted earlier this year itself, but the Great Blogging Hiatus happened to me. Not only i didn't shift, i wasn't updating my frenster blog either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reviewing my aims and reasons for blogging, and for now they aren't properly established yet.till then, this blog won't be announced yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19408107-6465451027469066521?l=prusothman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/feeds/6465451027469066521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19408107&amp;postID=6465451027469066521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6465451027469066521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19408107/posts/default/6465451027469066521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prusothman.blogspot.com/2007/06/begining-im-getting-closer-to-shifting.html' title='beginning'/><author><name>india jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614304413139690863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
