<?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-7121387901597345047</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:37:53.958-08:00</updated><category term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Dragon God</title><subtitle type='html'>The legend and tales of Der Kaiser Von Draconia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-2443081982403410587</id><published>2010-09-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:23:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment and Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TJijlgLUjMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6AIPcAWChSk/s1600/EmploymentSmall75.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TJijlgLUjMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6AIPcAWChSk/s400/EmploymentSmall75.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519341208030448834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a Job but cant seem to find one? 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That when i have nothing to complain about, the writing stops all together?  Well, that and the fact that i have been almost constantly busy. But for the most part, having nothing to complain has been the ultimate reason why there has been a severe shortage of updates recently. In fact, i had stared at this very post, for hours at most; perhaps i am simply out of touch, or am i having one of those absent seizures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love to write though, writing gives me an ill derived pleasure only certain things in life can offer. Like criticising and arguing for instance. Keeps my mind fairly entertained, and is perhaps the single remaining artistic ability that my scientific mind is able to spare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what have i been up to this year? Well, long story short, basking in AWESOMENESS!!  As most of you may have heard, after passing my first professional exam, i had been posted to Hospital Seri Manjung  Perak for my paediatric rotation. I admit, it was a troubling thought at first, me with kids?  That’s simply like a disaster waiting to happen. But somehow, things weren’t as bad as i had thought. The kids weren’t bad, the doctors were AWESOME, and the people were great, so who knew, Naveen Sritharan is actually quite happy at manjung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am back home for the raya holidays, had a couple of outings with my friends already.  Which brings to me back to an interesting phenomena. Some of my friends back home are acting weird, real weird....well, some are downright avoiding me, which is quite disturbing, cause im pretty sure one cant hurt another without any physical contact or otherwise from a place as far as manjung. Anyways screw them (ps, just saw a HOT girl walk pass as i was writing this, well....just thought you’d be curious...lololololololololol), friends who don’t want to be with you, aren’t worth your time, or anything for the matter.  Then there is the other thing, is she the one? Am i really into this? I mean i have changed, albeit reluctantly, i am no longer the man i was 5 years ago, although the former had been more successful and much more happier. BUT a change this drastic?  Plus, i know not her intentions...is this an infactuation, something far less, or could this be indeed more? Oh screw this, im just simply going to let things be as they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who enjoy reading, I am currently working on God of Clocks by Alan Campbell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516026233776588146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TIzcomv9RXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tzKPAriBHA4/s400/god+of+clocks" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Yours magnimously,&lt;br /&gt;Dr Naveen&lt;br /&gt;Ps, Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5176815566898555710?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5176815566898555710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5176815566898555710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5176815566898555710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5176815566898555710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2010/09/paramore.html' title='Paramore'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TIzcomv9RXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tzKPAriBHA4/s72-c/god+of+clocks' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7920099168079026105</id><published>2010-06-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:43:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn - exactly like its enemy, life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thereby are life and flames so often compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Weininger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TCbwgQamXRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GiKdHa2t1Z4/s1600/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487337632950541586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TCbwgQamXRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GiKdHa2t1Z4/s400/d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stare endlessly at the crystal clear screen, slightly smudged by years of unshaken filth, which comfortably made itself home even in our presence, it suddenly became clear. We were perhaps alone. Confined within the midst of our very own sinister mind. A singularity, which exists for no reason, that had no desire, no life. But we were whole. Never needing, never feeling, always existing.&lt;br /&gt;Fake smiles were as common as fake hearts; perhaps there was no such notion to have reckoned with since the very beginning. We do not know. We have considered that perhaps such a thing existed, perhaps in small numbers, somewhere where we have not searched, somewhere we had missed. Such a thing, a goodness, should it exist would pleasure us greatly. We will search for you, you who will dance in our electric blue flame, rejoice in its kindness, although our veins are drenched with the cursed blood of the demon itself.&lt;br /&gt;We will search for thee, who will let us be free. She who will rejoice in our dance, who will compel us to burn blue, who will be true and burn blue, even in the darkest of night. For this we will search endlessly. For we are a flame of such intensity, though all our desires have waned with the passage of time, with its twisted lies and those that harbour them, we still burn with a bright hope, as bright as the electric blue neon flame, that someday we will meet thee.&lt;br /&gt;The demon attempts to bend us to her will, to break our bones, to tear our flesh. But we are the electric blue flame, we have never seen the need for bones or that of flesh and blood, but we will always be free. She contorts the truth so that the mist may obscure our sight, but no mist can obscure flame, we see everything, we know all that we light. The mist fears us, fears our heat, our blue flame. For flame does not understand lies, it will not comprehend them.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is no longer blue to us, the wind no longer warm, the earth has lost its charm, but we are still free. We drift and flutter as flames often do, to the once glorious past, where warmth was abundant, and deception were but tales of the crypt, where we could have once been something more than flame, something that breathed and lived with earth itself. Something truly of flesh and blood; of will and desire. We have never hurt those who do not cross our path; we only maimed those who desired our blood, our blue flame, killed only out of the utmost necessity.&lt;br /&gt;Still the present remains bleak, we still dance, our flame as blue as the oceans, as beautiful as the summer sky, but we dance in the rain, corrupted by greed, by lies, by despair as we wait for thee. We will burn until we are no more, we will be free till there isn’t a need, till the day our flesh and bone become ashes, and is no more. We will dance in search of you and to be free. They will come for us, for our blue flame, and our talents which have always exceeded our need or our desire to use them. They will come, and we will burn them, we will light the darkness in their hearts, we will set flames to their half truths and whole lies, and remain free. They will not take us, we will not heed their calls, for we must be free, we will burn neon blue till we wither and are no more, if that is the price to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will wait for thee...&lt;br /&gt;Who will rejoice in our dance and let us be...&lt;br /&gt;Who will see the good in the bad within me...&lt;br /&gt;We will burn an electric blue flame for one such as she...&lt;br /&gt;So come and dance with me and be free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-7920099168079026105?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7920099168079026105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7920099168079026105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7920099168079026105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7920099168079026105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2010/06/blue-flame.html' title='Blue Flame'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/TCbwgQamXRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GiKdHa2t1Z4/s72-c/d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7550530849759442269</id><published>2010-04-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:09:23.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test by Florance Littauer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOL...another personality test....which i believe to be quite accurate...hmm...im a powerful choleric? Who knew... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Powerful Choleric&lt;br /&gt;The Extrovert The Doer The Optimist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The firm control when others are losing theirs.&lt;br /&gt;The cut of decision for foggy minds.&lt;br /&gt;The grip of leadership to head us to the good.&lt;br /&gt;The willingness to take a chance in a doubtful situation.&lt;br /&gt;The confidence to hold true in the face of ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;The independence to stand alone and be counted.&lt;br /&gt;The road map to life when we've gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;The urge to "take arms against a sea of troubles and,&lt;br /&gt;by opposing, end them".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emotions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Born leader&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic and active&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive need for change&lt;br /&gt;Must correct wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and decisive&lt;br /&gt;Unemotional&lt;br /&gt;Not easily discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Independent and self-sufficient&lt;br /&gt;Confident&lt;br /&gt;Capable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a parent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Exerts sound leadership&lt;br /&gt;Motivates family to action&lt;br /&gt;Knows the right answer&lt;br /&gt;Organizes household &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Has little need for friends&lt;br /&gt;Will work for group activity&lt;br /&gt;Will lead and organize&lt;br /&gt;Is usually right&lt;br /&gt;Excels in emergencies or crises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Goal orientated&lt;br /&gt;Sees whole picture&lt;br /&gt;Organizes well&lt;br /&gt;Seeks practical solutions&lt;br /&gt;Quick to act&lt;br /&gt;Good at delegating&lt;br /&gt;Insists of production and results&lt;br /&gt;Makes goals&lt;br /&gt;Stimulates activity&lt;br /&gt;Thrives on opposition and competition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-7550530849759442269?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7550530849759442269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7550530849759442269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7550530849759442269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7550530849759442269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2010/04/personality-test-by-florance-littauer.html' title='Personality test by Florance Littauer'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5584706039917439361</id><published>2010-03-26T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:06:03.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Train Your Dragon Widget</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/as3base.swf?inst_id=1376638"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/as3base.swf?inst_id=1376638" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="270" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true"&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/7121387901597345047-5584706039917439361?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5584706039917439361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5584706039917439361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5584706039917439361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5584706039917439361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-train-your-dragon-widget.html' title='How To Train Your Dragon Widget'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5274928143802652238</id><published>2010-02-14T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:57:04.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a HINT...DONT Poke THE Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3kEOVN-pRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6IEHViY1n9g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438382669287040274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3kEOVN-pRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6IEHViY1n9g/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd reckon it's pretty much common sense not to annoy a beast. Particularly one trying its best to ignore you. But then again, there aren't many without an ounce worth of common sense these days. I understand the thrill of poking a yielding dragon as much as the next guy, but how in the world can you act so surprised when you receive your just end? I mean come on, how long do you expect me to withstand your jabs with patience? Before gnawing a huge chunk of your face off that is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i am a particular fan of JUST rewards, and am inclined to deliver my heavenly punishment every now and then. As for Aaron and Jane...well, lets just say, they wouldn't be too hasty in the near future from now on, that is, if they do have a future (a disgusting one at that). No sense in hiding my contempt any longer i suppose. As for the lard filled cheese burger girl...you are up next! Just in case you haven't noticed, you are like a walking target for very cynical joke around...I MEAN SERIOUSLY...*hello...earth to walking jello!!* Another hint...it ain't too wise to tease another, when you look like you have generalised oedema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, haven't gotten around blogging much, as i was pretty busy for the previous two months..but YEAH...i have completed my last systemic block! *cheers*. Although there is that menacing threat of the professional exam looming in the air, but lets just ignore it for now. It is the holidays, and its the Chinese new year , thus, it isn't exactly the right time to be mellowed by such reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have i been up two this past two months ( other than giving black eyes to people) you ask? Hmm...tough...other than STUDYING my arse off. I did go to the ppd camp. The camp was okay i guess, i mean i did enjoy it as much as the next guy! It was thrilling in a way that was certainly new, if not perplexing. On a brighter note, i met up with germ germ, which was something i can now take off my PLEASE DON'T FFK list. Been meaning to do that for ages! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i believe i didn't quite leave the impression that i wanted...being well...directionally challenged ( got lost three times) and having a delicate sense of driving..nevertheless, it was fun in the end. Which raises an interesting question, where have you been lately? I desperately need to update my biological diary! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...that's about it i guess. OH before i forget, allow me to wish everyone who reads my blog ( if there are any) a Very prosperous year of the Tiger. May prosperity, wealth, good health and fortune follow you always and a very happy 20Th birthday to my dearest friend Chen Ike Leon. May we celebrate 50 plus more of your birthdays in the future, and may you remain as lucky as always, and i, hopefully with a bit of luck will be able to outlive you....well...you know...to spite you and make up for that one year difference...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours magnanimously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Naveen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/7121387901597345047-5274928143802652238?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5274928143802652238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5274928143802652238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5274928143802652238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5274928143802652238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2010/02/heres-hintdont-poke-dragon.html' title='Here&apos;s a HINT...DONT Poke THE Dragon'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3kEOVN-pRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6IEHViY1n9g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4672798790171897192</id><published>2009-12-23T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:52:28.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48cfe5b37f644537/4b322eab348ed9ce/48cfe5b37f644537/f12e3e97/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4672798790171897192?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4672798790171897192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4672798790171897192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4672798790171897192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4672798790171897192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/12/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6023018882802268986</id><published>2009-12-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:54:30.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Numerology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3j8VCkh5vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u7eKIFCmoms/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438373988447414002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3j8VCkh5vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u7eKIFCmoms/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is my Numerology. To get one for yourself you could do so at http://astrology.newkerala.com/numerology/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your Life Path Number is 8&lt;br /&gt;Your Life Path Number represents the path you should take through life and the talents and skills you have to make your journey a rewarding one.&lt;br /&gt;You were born to lead and your Life Path will provide you with opportunities to express your God given talents. You will have to learn how to be an effective leader without becoming dictatorial. Success seems almost unavoidable for you, but it may not be in the form of finances. Indeed, your success may well be measured in terms of accomplishments, which could take on historical proportions.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life Destiny Number is 7&lt;br /&gt;Your Destiny Number sheds light on those things you must accomplish in your life to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;A 7's destiny is to pursue the truth behind everything and to seek inner-knowledge. This pursuit may often leave you isolated from most of those around you. Indeed, you may seek isolation. Your mission is to uncover wisdom and truth in all its forms. In time, you will be called upon to share your knowledge and wisdom with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Number is 22&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Number describes your deepest desires and dreams and the person you truly want to be.&lt;br /&gt;You have the Master Number 22 as your Soul Number. Master Numbers indicate nearly complete or complete development of the traits associated with the number they would reduce to. This relation is usually expressed by writing the Master Number and the number it reduces to together. Master Number 22 is often written 22/4.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom and responsibility come with having a Master Number. You have the freedom to choose whether to allow your Master Number traits to express themselves or not. If you opt to act responsibly and use your lofty powers, you will find your reward is in the choice itself. If you choose to ignore your talents, you may find yourself taking more than one step back. You may incur a Karmic Debt.&lt;br /&gt;You desire to build something which will benefit mankind as a whole and have a lasting effect. You are a futurist blessed with the ability to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality Number is 3&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality Number reveals the "external you"--the personality traits others will know you by.&lt;br /&gt;You are a lover of life. You are extroverted and charming, and always want to have fun. You are the lucky possessor of the proverbial "magnetic personality." Your enthusiasm for life is contagious. Your potential to create and inspire others to create seems limitless. Of course, you are not fault free. You can be gossipy and display unwarranted jealousy. In the end, however, most will find your exuberance for life irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Maturity Number is 6&lt;br /&gt;Your Maturity Number reveals the person you will come to be--your true self.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout your life you will be concerned with the welfare of others. You will make your home the focus of your life, and fill your world with as much beauty as possible. In your later years you will find yourself surrounded by friends and family. This will ensure your joy and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Balance Number is 6&lt;br /&gt;As long as your life is on an even or uplifting keel balance numbers are relatively dormant. However, in those times when your life is out of order your Balance Number can become central to resolving the turmoil you are experiencing. Your Balance Number reflects the traits you need to bring to the forefront in order the get through difficult periods with the least amount of damage or time wasted on negative influences.&lt;br /&gt;A 6 Balance Number suggests you are a key part of the problem and must take responsibility for your role. Do not allow yourself to be overly comforted by others. To do so will give you a false sense of justice and a stage on which to wallow. You need to not just act, but act responsibly and fairly.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6023018882802268986?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6023018882802268986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6023018882802268986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6023018882802268986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6023018882802268986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-numerology.html' title='My Numerology'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/S3j8VCkh5vI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u7eKIFCmoms/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4997074135194561976</id><published>2009-12-06T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:19:47.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything Is Supernatural</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Science can only determine what is, but not what shall be, and beyond its realm, value judgements remain indispensable. Religion, on the other hand, is concerned only with evaluating human thought and actions; it is not qualified to speak of real facts and the relationships between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perhaps a week ago, when my mentor lamented that no one could explain what fire was. At the time i was perplexed, it was true, I believe, that i could not explain what fire was. Was it a form of energy? And yet it did not behave in the manner of most type of energy should. He, my professor, being a pious man by nature, theorised that it was the work of a supernatural force...god, if i am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to accept explanations that were of rudimentary reasoning, ones which offered too many questions which were left unanswered. I am in no way lamenting the all mighty does not exist. I believe in a rather practical and applicable answers than supernatural, easily dismissible ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it bugged me, for the entire month or so. I had managed to find the answer to his seemingly supernatural question. And, to my satisfaction, it was not supernatural at all. Here is the explanation to what fire is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What exactly is fire?&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 2002&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cecil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is fire? I know it's combustion of fuel, blah, blah . . . but what is it exactly? Is it purely energy? What state of matter is it? I suspect it's highly energetic gases, whose energy state is so high that they emit light, and thus we see flame, with the hotter flames being higher in electromagnetic energy. But I've never seen any source explaining exactly what fire is. Can it be ionized? Can it be affected by magnetism? Gravity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wenhsingyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This letter shows why the world needs me. The explanations of fire in most standard reference works, not to put too fine a point on it, suck. The Encyclopedia Britannica, for example, takes the following ineffectual stab: "rapid burning of combustible material with the evolution of heat and usually accompanied by flame." No wonder people have lost faith in science. Time to let a professional show how it's done. We'll start by reviewing the defects of the EB definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Rapid burning. OK, fire burns rapidly. Slow combustion, also known as oxidation, includes such non fiery processes as rusting and digestion. However, to say that fire involves burning is to embark on a circular definition: What is fire? When something burns. What is burning? When something is on fire. We need to address the matter in more basic terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Combustible materials. Redundant. If a material is capable of rapid burning, by definition it's combustible. Also, "materials" is needlessly vague. One specific material, oxygen, is always involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Evolution of heat. I don't know what this is supposed to mean either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Usually accompanied by flame. "Usually accompanied by" my arse. Flame is the quintessential &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pyrolytic&lt;/span&gt; phenomenon, not a mere by-product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a proper definition, devised by myself: "Fire is the rapid combination of oxygen with fuel in the presence of heat, typically characterized by flame, a body of incandescent gas that contains and sustains the reaction and emits light and heat." Let's go through this bit by bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Rapid combination of oxygen with fuel in the presence of heat. Oxygen, fuel, and heat are the essential ingredients of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Typically characterized by flame. The pup qualifier "typically" allows me to sidestep the issue of apparently non flaming fires, like you get with burning charcoal. I suspect charcoal fires do create flame--you just can't see it due to the lack of impurities or incompletely burned fuel in the plume. (You can't see a fuel fire at an Indy or CART race either, because the cars run on clean-burning methanol.) But that's a matter we can leave for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Body of incandescent gas. Flame defined. Most encyclopedia and dictionary definitions blow past this entirely, allowing persons such as yourself to imagine that fire is "pure energy" or similar nonsense. We say "body" because the gas has a characteristic structure and composition. We say "incandescent" because (a) it sounds scientific, (b) it means "luminous with intense heat," precisely what we are attempting to convey, and (c) if the Teeming Millions are going to learn one vocabulary word today, by God "incandescent" should be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Contains and sustains the reaction. Flame isn't just the result of fire; it is the fire. What's more, without the flame's heat the fire would go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Emits light and heat. Duh. However, we mustn't overlook the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to your other questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Is fire purely energy? Clearly not. The dancing flames are glowing gas--your suspicions confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;•Can fire be ionized? Is it affected by magnetism? Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; you'd notice. You're thinking of plasma, which is ionized (and thus electromagnetically reactive) gas, often described as the fourth state of matter. You see it in welding arcs, lightning bolts, and the sun. Ordinary fire isn't plasma.&lt;br /&gt;•Is fire affected by gravity? Of course--gas has mass. Flame is shaped by convection, a function of gravity (hot air rises). In low- or zero-G environments, fire looks way different: a candle flame on the space shuttle isn't yellow and tapered but blue and nearly spherical.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. One step closer to a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Cecil Adams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4997074135194561976?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4997074135194561976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4997074135194561976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4997074135194561976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4997074135194561976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-everything-is-supernatural.html' title='Not Everything Is Supernatural'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-815624264082666407</id><published>2009-12-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:06:43.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedo Nulli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SxovW0Dl_kI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7NPbKLZxmG8/s1600-h/22"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411689971216416322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SxovW0Dl_kI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7NPbKLZxmG8/s400/22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time, somewhere along my brief childhood, that i was told that i tended to argue with people as i was more learned that them. It was indeed true to their perception that i tend to argue all the time or even question the unquestionable. But the fact remains, that no matter the education, no matter the status or presence, i argue with everyone, and i yield to no one. This is simply because i like to reason with things. And i am utterly unreasonable in this particular matter, as well as many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living precariously in this sense, i have found out that there are among us, an incredible breed of talented beings, whom are able to reason with astute accuracy and objectivity despite lacking a fundamental level of education. Likewise, I have also met many people who were the exact opposite, highly learned, but reasoned as well as a monkey, or sometimes even less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met many lecturers, who are doctors, friends and family members from the highest ranks of society whom among them could not help themselves but forsake reason. A lecturer of mine even had the nerve to tell us not to complain/criticise. Complaining and criticism is the very basis of reasoning ! Even Sir Winston Churchill once said that "Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To question things i believe is our fundamental right to be free. A person who does not ask cannot and will not receive. However, even among us who are bold enough to question, are sometimes clouded by pure fanaticism and emotions which supersede objectivity. Take the H1N1 Flu vaccination for example. There are those among us who believe the virus and the vaccine itself is a product of Jews and thus should be both tolerated and ignored. I however, find myself in contempt to these kinds of reasoning, for several reasons. For one, there are an unimaginable number of conspiracies out there ( call them myths if you will) of indiscriminate genre. From the astounding cases of UFOs, the world ending by 2012 simply because the Mayan calender runs out by then, satshquach, etc. To each of them, we can neither prove or disprove. It might exist and then again it might not. I will not be bold enough to assume that any of the above is not true, as i have no evidence to say otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly i cannot prove that H1N1 is a conspiracy, however, if i am so bold to ask, can any one of you prove that it is ? That is the problem with conspiracies, the unending questions with no answers. Or sometimes with psedo answers and pseudoscience. It is very difficult to approach a conspiracy, more so when those whom you are reasoning with happen to be biased to a fanatical level...something about race and religion...not going to go there. Anyways, for the sake of a tepid argument, let us assume that it is indeed true , that this H1N1 is a conspiracy. And both the disease and and the vaccine itself is a cause of pure Semitic attempt of ruling the world. It may be true that they may reap billions by providing a cure, but the question remains, what are you going to do about it? Simply nag about your powerlessness and protest against the cure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, microbes aren't like us. They don't care if you protest ! They will infect you all the same. So i ask of you, what good does it do you to protest against this vaccine even if you think it is a conspiracy? True it may be risky, but risks and adverse reactions are a common ground for every vaccine, for every drug. Even the most benign of drugs, penicillin ( the commonest antibiotics used in hospitals) may kill 1 in 10000 people. If you project the number to a wider population say to 300 million people. The number of people being dead or in a dead like state, would probably exceed thousands or hundreds of thousands. This is penicillin we are talking about...and WHO has deemed this as number as reasonable. So it would be unjust to deem the vaccine unfit, simply because around a 100 people have suffered from GBS...this is an acceptable number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress, but the point of the matter remains. This scenario ( where H1N1 is a Semitic conspiracy) is analogical to someone, a bugler perhaps, who is inadequately pointing a gun to your head. You are helpless, so yield or you might die. Of course there is the possibility that he might accidental pull the trigger ( whereby you die by taking the vaccine), but then again you might not. But you would surely die in vain if you don't. Pardon me for the association, i am in no way antisemitic or anti anything...it is merely for the sake of reasoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you don't mind me saying, you are being foolish. It is, if the is any truth regarding to the conspiracies, brilliant of these people to come up with such a disease, albeit being unjust and inhuman. But the fact remains, if you cannot come up with a vaccine yourself, shut up and buy or die...! ( pardon the language...yes i have not swore so you might feel that it is unnecessary for an apology, regardless it was still unbecoming of me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is strangely similar to what a friend of mine deliberated once. He said, and i quote, ' What if pharmacists come up with a cure for death ? We would be immortals, but more importantly, we (doctors) would be out of a job'. To this i cunningly replied, ' Then we would simply have to come up with a cure for life, cause death, and sell the vaccine, and we would be back in business'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that's it for now. To those of you, who believe i write things that may seem too educational or go...ewww he blogs about his studies! I have only one thing to tell you guys, This is my blog, i can think, cant you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cedo Nulli,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-815624264082666407?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/815624264082666407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=815624264082666407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/815624264082666407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/815624264082666407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/12/cedo-nulli.html' title='Cedo Nulli'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SxovW0Dl_kI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7NPbKLZxmG8/s72-c/22' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-950066129557171298</id><published>2009-11-17T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:55:53.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a Surgeon ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SwKpoKxYiXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AYHa0URlZgI/s1600/1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405069010349361522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SwKpoKxYiXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AYHa0URlZgI/s400/1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have always wondered how a surgeon comes to be. Especially the part where they are supposed to have perfectly still hands! ( Well mine are very far from that...due to salbutamol associated muscle tremors) ! I'm sure this would enlighten you guys too...those of you who plan to be surgeons anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The requirements to becoming a surgeon include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduating medical school&lt;br /&gt;passing the four (was three) steps of US Medical Licensing Exams (USMLE)&lt;br /&gt;be eligible for licensure in the state you intend to practice&lt;br /&gt;be accepted into a surgical residency&lt;br /&gt;be prepared to work your *** off for 5 years (or more) of residency&lt;br /&gt;pass both the oral and written exams to achieve "board certification"&lt;br /&gt;fulfill the requirements of any fellowship that you choose&lt;br /&gt;be hired as an attending surgeon&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Surgery is 5 years of very hard work on top of the four years of hard work in medical school. The work week for surgeons often exceeds 80 hours (but officially you can only work 80 hr in residency). Be prepared, you will be on call for the rest of your working career. You will be called for all sorts of emergencies. You need a level head and an objective mind. You need a cast iron bladder and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not be legally blind, but you eyesight does not need to be perfect. If you perform microsurgery or vascular surgery, you will buy a special pair of glasses called loupe's that act in a similar fashion to a jeweler’s loupe (but you will have one for each eye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a hand tremor, but you must be able to compensate for it. As an example one surgeon had horrendous shaking in his hands, but when he went to throw a stitch or cut tissue, the tremor disappeared. Despite this, he was still a top notch surgeon. Hand eye coordination is probably more important, especially now that laparoscopic surgery is pervasive. Oh, yeah, you'll need to have both of your hands and they must function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Source(s):&lt;br /&gt;a surgical residency &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-950066129557171298?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/950066129557171298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=950066129557171298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/950066129557171298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/950066129557171298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-makes-surgeon.html' title='What makes a Surgeon ?'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SwKpoKxYiXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AYHa0URlZgI/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1844330526735008467</id><published>2009-11-14T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:03:21.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Vs Pharmacists !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403979689529297122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sv7K5WfRyOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ESfvMhQO4rQ/s400/5" /&gt;A cool article i found on the net followed by a battle of comments between a doctor and an apparent pharmacist ! P's, i modified the Alien Vs Predator Poster...*yes i AM THAT FREE!* :P &lt;div&gt;Ooh...and I'm highlighting the doctors comments cause i am biased ( duh...you would be too if you spent around 8-12 hours attempting to make sense of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neuroanat&lt;/span&gt;! AND MICROBE!!!) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dangerous prescription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada is about to become embroiled in a debate that has the potential to create a schism between two key health-care groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A growing number of pharmacists across Canada want the power to prescribe drugs without the involvement of a doctor. Alberta is implementing such a program and New Brunswick pharmacists are pushing their government to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what may be a portent of things to come, Alberta's doctors and pharmacists are now engaged in a battle over the plan. Doctors and consumer groups have both voiced legitimate concerns about patient safety. They argue that pharmacists don't have the training to assess a patient the same way a doctor can and they can't carry out a physical examination. Neither do they have the authority to order lab tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both groups have also raised questions about the potential conflict of interest in allowing pharmacists to prescribe the products they sell. Pharmacists have taken issue with doctors questioning the "professionalism of Alberta pharmacists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, after years of lobbying by the Alberta Pharmacists Association, the Alberta government approved Canada's first Pharmacist Profession Regulation. The regulation, which will come into effect this fall, is expected to allow pharmacists to prescribe most drugs -- excluding narcotics, barbiturates and anabolic steroids -- as well as refill prescriptions and administer injections. Details are still being worked out in a number of areas and an expert panel is drawing up the conditions and requirements that will have to be met by pharmacists before they can prescribe a new drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several other nations, including Great Britain, the United States, South Africa, and New Zealand which allow pharmacists to prescribe medications place various limits on that right. For instance, in the U.S, pharmacists must be granted the right by physicians with whom they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe any changes to the powers of pharmacists should be very limited, perhaps to allowing them to adjust dosages or renew a prescription without consulting a physician. We oppose giving pharmacists permission to assess what is wrong with a patient and then to prescribe medication. Pharmacists don't have the diagnostic training of doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEN THE BATTLE OF COMMENTS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ERUPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I agree. I don’t think there is much question that a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PharmD&lt;/span&gt; trained pharmacist cannot select an appropriate therapy for a patient’s condition, it is that they are not trained to diagnose the condition correctly in the first place. I would have no problem with a hypothetical situation in which the doctor diagnoses the disease and then a pharmacist prescribes accordingly, I just do not think that it is safe to allow them to evaluate and treat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Pharmacist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How do you feel about psychologists with the appropriate pharmacological and diagnostic training being able to prescribe psychotropic medication? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doctor( Owns the pharmacist X 1) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If by appropriate training you mean they have an MD, then I think it’s a great idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Pharmacists ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sudah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marah&lt;/span&gt; :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is the financial &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re numeration&lt;/span&gt; situation (not the relative training aspect) substantively different than an MD or DO being influenced by pharmaceutical reps via “gifts” to aid in the prescribing of their products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doctor ( Owns the pharmacist X 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be honest, it seems like pharmacy as a profession has already gone the way of the dinosaur and this initiative is a last-ditch effort to preserve some professional relevance. Pharmacists don’t actually need to have any graduate education, all they do is work a retail job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it would be nice to find some additional responsibilities for pharmacists so that we can preserve an ancient and historically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt; profession, but capitalism and technology have all but stripped it all away and left faceless fillers of prescriptions with minimal decision-making authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1844330526735008467?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1844330526735008467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1844330526735008467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1844330526735008467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1844330526735008467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/11/doctors-vs-pharmacists.html' title='Doctors Vs Pharmacists !'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sv7K5WfRyOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ESfvMhQO4rQ/s72-c/5' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4297595303073658972</id><published>2009-10-24T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:19:29.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To persuade the unjust</title><content type='html'>Asked once how far Sparta's borders stretched,&lt;br /&gt;Agesilaus brandished his spear,&lt;br /&gt;and said, "As far as this can reach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali ( yes,in case you are wondering, i am spelling it right!) was another exciting experience this year. Although i am not much of a fan of the festival of lights per se due to many childhood-relative scorching experiences. Langkawi, however, is the best place to celebrate almost anything. The island, the air, the water, and even the people. Simply beautiful. Almost perfect...as far as perfect could possibly go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the place was ampliefied by the innocence of its inhabitants. You could, as i would like to believe, see it in their eyes. Although crude in behaviour, they treated us no differently than that of their closest kin. The feeling of being treated as part of ones family by a complete stranger, is perhaps what the concept of one malaysia should be all about. Yet, i believe, in the cities, where we thrive by standing on the demise of another, it is perhaps, almost impossible to acheive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the universities, we are forced to compete with each other, pick sides, and form allegiences. Strength and usefullness a constant reminder to why and where we stand in life. All the petty infighting, the constant and tiresome sarcastic remarks. Which are more often than not, craftly placed in innocent conversations to superseed an emotional response is all but disgusting. Sure, we cannot be expected to behave or act in a similar manner towards everyone we know. That would be disasterous. I believe we, as individuals, have many sets of masks that we subconciously put on, as we shift from an aquintance, friend and to our very family. The better of us, have managed to hide almost everything about themselves from all but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is saddening, but this is how we live in the city. One cannot be as naive or goodnatured in order to survive here. Sadly indeed. However, it just goes to show what kind of people we have come to become. It is prevalent even among the lecturers, who believe themselves to be the incarnation of goodness itself, have shown to be far from that, as far as they possible can .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, i suppose that sums my rantings up pretty well. God knows who reads my blog though! I am pretty sure i have never advertised it, but the list of readers keep getting weirder! From syafiq azman, to chen ike leon ( i had to censcor my blog chenny! I hope you are happy ;p)...to Marisha ( the deranged stalker...*chills run down my spine when i think of her*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i am deeply grateful to my friend oden for graciously stepping in, in my absence to lead the group. I had a great holiday without much worries thanks to him! ( owe you big time bro!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i pen down my post, i would like to share something a japanese diplomat sugihara once said. When asked why had he saved so many refugees, he looked as if he didnt understand the question. He replied after awhile...' i helped them, because i could. I did not think much of it after. I helped them, not because of my religion, not because of my goverment, i helped not for the fame or publicity, i helped them because it was the right thing to do. It was the right thing to do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the blessings of the moon be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who is turning soft,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4297595303073658972?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4297595303073658972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4297595303073658972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4297595303073658972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4297595303073658972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/10/asked-once-how-far-spartas-borders.html' title='To persuade the unjust'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3104427180249561546</id><published>2009-09-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:09:27.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of the mist</title><content type='html'>Every time we set aside our pride&lt;br /&gt;We take a step closer to the beast&lt;br /&gt;Every time we kill an emotion&lt;br /&gt;We take a step away from the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya at Genting was a blast. The cable car was the bomb. Too bad my mum was terribly afraid of heights and we couldn't take the ride a second time. But it was a great experience nevertheless. Imagine being hoisted several thousand kilometers up into the sky by a small box, it was incredibly cool. More so late at night when we were heading back, it passed through the mist! We could only see the silhouette of the oncoming cable car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385682845628556978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr3KA3aa5rI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i-uNYk--4bk/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just have a look at the cable cars at night ( surrounded by mist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had plenty of fun at the both the first world theme park and the indoor theme park. Sure i didn't attempt any rides that i decided were too...err...dangerous for my predicament..*cough*..*cough*... ( such as the superman and the thing that speeds up and down way too fast). Although to my defense i did manage to try almost everything else. But i guess by far, the best in my opinion was Archery ( i don't know why...its just that, it was strangely fulfilling to watch the arrow whizz past you and hit something), the rollercoaster (because i enjoyed watching other people screaming and some even wetting themselves...) and the go cart ( cause i had the satisfaction of beating everyone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385998117991694018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7owIfRPsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/69dQXi8AAi0/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;My brother believes that i was err...how did he put it again...trying to berlagak handsome by posing?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, i have to say that the food at genting stank. I have absolutely no idea why! Plus it was crazily expensive!!!. Then on the second day, we planned to sneak into the casinos!! Surprisingly the guard didnt catch me! ( I did grow my beard and mustache i guess...and may have seemed older). MUAHAHAHAA....however, my sister was instantly caught! LOL...So that pretty much rendered my dad and i in the casino, while my my mum had to accompany my sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being in the casino was the first for me and i guess most of my friends too. My dad and I only tried the slot machines. I sat next to two Chinese aunties, while my dad took a machine by my side. First we slotted money (yup...real money) into the machine...somewhat in a reverse version to the to the ATM. Thank god, the two Chinese aunties were so helpful, they taught my dad and I how to play. However to my amusement, my dad had lost most of what he put in, and I (being strangely lucky in all things) made a profit of almost 150% !! I can still remember the aunties going...wow..boy you are very ong!! *They were tapping my machine screen in disbelieve as i continued ringing in the dough!* !! YEAY!!! :P. Too bad though...they didn't allow me to take any pictures inside...it was a fascinating experience indeed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, we visited the strawberry farm on our last day at genting. There i saw the biggest bunga raya that i have ever SEEN! I mean it was huge, almost as huge as a book! Then i also got to see how mushrooms were being harvested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386005282475618306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7vRKRWMAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2EHg0tbVuyA/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strawberries!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7voYREF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TUXLlwkQ3s4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386005681369520034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7voYREF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TUXLlwkQ3s4/s400/2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The largest Bunga Raya that i have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7wCB8xlwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/whlHb-9Jo08/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386006122055440130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7wCB8xlwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/whlHb-9Jo08/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Many Many cute Cacti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7wf40SR3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wWX7K-6Vs-c/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386006634999990130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7wf40SR3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wWX7K-6Vs-c/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Arwana Hotel (where i stayed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7yvlEKDXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PbFFCHFc7ZU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386009103599013234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr7yvlEKDXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PbFFCHFc7ZU/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mushrooms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a really good holiday this raya! Cant wait for diwali, I'd be going to Pulau Pangkor next! :). I guess that's pretty much it. See you guys again when i see you. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;May the blessing of the moon always be with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dr Naveen.&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/7121387901597345047-3104427180249561546?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3104427180249561546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3104427180249561546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3104427180249561546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3104427180249561546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/09/land-of-mist.html' title='The Land of the mist'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sr3KA3aa5rI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i-uNYk--4bk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8797077673862617829</id><published>2009-09-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:01:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the absence of Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SqK0r-jM0LI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8o9IQjCQ2RU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SqK0r-jM0LI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8o9IQjCQ2RU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378059572651806898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is year 2009,it has been almost 52 years since our country had managed to achieve sovereignty. Fifty two years,half a century had gone by, and yet merdeka had passed by, like it meant nothing at all. Truly, it is or has become just that, nothing at all. An independence day, which was nothing but for show, can only be celebrated by the few, and not the many. In a land where there are murders without murderers, corruption beyond a sense of reason, and racial hatred being stirred just a day before independence day, has all but dampened our spirits to celebrate the once meaningful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ten years ago, had you chanced upon a highway, let alone a small street, or even the rustic isles of a forgotten village. The Malaysian flag would have been the most prominent figure on every doorstep, on every car, on every window. Its absence is a sign, that too many things have gone wrong. Too many, to be forgotten. Too many, to be forgiven. Perhaps it still rings true after all, Malaysians in general are peaceful people, for although many of us did not protest as openly as the courageous few.The large part of us that didnt, are protesting in our hearts.The politicians want a Malaysia that is one, but they forget all too easily, that we are already one. It is they who have missed the mark by a milestone. But it is already too late for them. It is the end of their civilization, as many historians would believe, 50 years is too long already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8797077673862617829?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8797077673862617829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8797077673862617829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8797077673862617829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8797077673862617829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-absence-of-flags.html' title='In the absence of Flags'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SqK0r-jM0LI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8o9IQjCQ2RU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6066582402459549826</id><published>2009-08-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:02:58.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurogane</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What you do not need in battle, is fear,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come of it,&lt;br /&gt;In a battle,&lt;br /&gt;When you counter, you don't let them cut you,&lt;br /&gt;When you protect someone, you don't let them die,&lt;br /&gt;When you attack, you do so with the intent to kill.&lt;br /&gt;The sheer resolve to kill your enemy must be reflected in your sword,&lt;br /&gt;Only then would victory truly be yours, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urahara kisuke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous two weeks were nothing but a shock to the system. It would seem a little harsh but we were drawn out to the extreme even on the very first day. *sigh*. Having anatomy with Dr Khin was an eyeopening experience, she was by far, one of the best lecturer that we have ever STOLEN from another universtity. She is our prof hamdan for anatomy i believe... ( although i love prof nazar to death as well...i think it would be fair to say, that Dr khin is a better teacher). And yes, she is also severely peculier...however i have pretty much gotten used to all the oddities that medical life has got to throw at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Respiratory system seems to be alot of fun ! Although i did botch the anatomy part, i did manage to preform slightly better for physiology ( albeit making foolish careless mistakes, which had stolen my rightful GLORY!!!). Being back to the hectic classroom enviroment has made my temperament quite fare as well. I guess im the kind of guy that thrives with work... *sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mum did not manage to take the news that several of my classmates getting infected with H1N1 all too well. Personally, i blame our goverment for messing things up in this case ( wait a minute...i blame them FOR EVERYTHING! for the racial tension, lousy economy, useless education system, corruption...and etc). To be fair however, i must agree that to a certain extent ( a somewhat insignificant certain extent) that this pandemic is spearding as fast as it is, due to the attitude factor. Come one people, dont come to class when you are sick. Heck, dont get out of your bloody ROOM !! But no...Malaysian kiasuness dictates you come to class, and sit next to everyone and sneeze your bloody lungs off. Some people just dont have an ounce of common sense. I wish i could transplant a simian brain into them, at least that way, they would have a viable excuse for being idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i guess not many people have common sense these days. Just the other day, while i was having lunch with a friend of mine, another classmate who was having lunch with us, lamented that she was pissed of, that another friend of mine ( lets name him B...cant believe im doing this) got to become, i qoute, 'the golden boy' of Dr khin for knowing the answers of her questions by using his laptop. *Smacks his head*. For god sake, i cant believe someone could be competitive to THAT extent. I mean, i know most people, including myself who compete in exams, assignments and etc. But to be envious of someone for being the GOLDEN BOY ? Seems abit too overly critical to me. I mean you got to have a pretty low self esteem to go that far. ( I couldnt help but laugh when she said it...which was rather unwise of me. This kind of people, i presume, are the types that dont forget, or forgive easily). I digress. But so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germae had officially disappeared ! * in case you are reading this...contact me at once...need to fill you * my biological diary* with the latest updates !!* Oh ! Lets not forget ms Little one ( aka Ran). Who came back !!! Just when i was going to give her an RIP tomb stone ! ( LOL....joking only la little one...NO NEED TO KILL ME). Well, as usual, when she was online, i was called, if i remember correctly, a monkey, maniac and an idiot. *Sigh*... No wonder they had sent her to kelantan! Oh and if you are reading this! I have reason to believe Sarah lee has put on alot of weight! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live long and prosper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Naveen :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6066582402459549826?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6066582402459549826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6066582402459549826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6066582402459549826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6066582402459549826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/08/kurogane.html' title='Kurogane'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1524246869038742580</id><published>2009-08-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:28:20.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then He flew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'I wonder who said that birds are free? &lt;br /&gt;Though they fly in the sky freely,&lt;br /&gt;If they had no place to arrive or branches to rest on,&lt;br /&gt;They might even regret having wings.&lt;br /&gt;What is true freedom?&lt;br /&gt;It is, perhaps, having a place to go back to.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komyo Sanzo, Gensomaden Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SnsfD4aGWXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zCV9xWa12ho/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SnsfD4aGWXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zCV9xWa12ho/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366917532484000114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of holidays are always a bittersweet moment in life. Leaving the comforts of home is never an easy thing to do, not to mention attending to the constant pressure of having to deal with weekly exams! I often envy people who go to IMU for that very reason. Firstly, they ( at least those who live in Selangor like me) get to go home, and secondly, exams are, well, (with all due respect for the students of IMU who happen to visit my blog) happen to be fairly uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although apparently, i did try to convince a friend of mine by saying that the sooner we start, the sooner we can complete our journey to become a doctor.Oh well...i guess that should apply to me as well. On another note, a friend of mine lamented that he had proteinurea ( which literally means there are protein in the urine). Which kinda made me think about biochemistry abit ( albeit it being my weakest subject ). So it did have its uses too...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i am worthy enough to be a P licensed Doctor ( as he had so freakishly put it). Weird fellow...i wont be surprised if it was diabetic, knowing all too well,how fond he is of food. On a brighter note, i had finished with my OCD compulsion to complete reading the twilight series, and i believe i was wrong to criticize the story so early on. The third and 4th series of Twilight was ACTUALLY pretty good...unlike the emotional new moon which made my intestine twirl with disgust and contempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i digress, what about it? :P. Anyways, i have done many things this holiday, the longest one i had, i might add. Some of the things i have done, i know are worthy to be frowned upon, while others might be viewed as some of the grandest of all achievements by an onlooker. But the thing is, i cant see either of them as something i would even consider regretting. If i had another chance to repeat this life, i would have done everything the way i had done it the first time...everything, the good, the bad, and the bittersweet. So i guess its time to fly once again...after all, there will be another branch for this bird to rest somewhere out there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in the midst of his first year holiday, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the moon greets us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Naveen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1524246869038742580?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1524246869038742580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1524246869038742580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1524246869038742580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1524246869038742580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-then-he-flew.html' title='and then He flew....'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SnsfD4aGWXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zCV9xWa12ho/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4277185870332702286</id><published>2009-07-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:07:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACC Downfall Parody</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZPjz-WdCbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/1ZPjz-WdCbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/7121387901597345047-4277185870332702286?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4277185870332702286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4277185870332702286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4277185870332702286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4277185870332702286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/07/macc-downfall-parody.html' title='MACC Downfall Parody'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8003068758192248939</id><published>2009-07-20T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:52:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian terrorist leader suspected in Jakarta hotel bombings</title><content type='html'>Police sources and informant say Noordin Top, head of Jemaah Islamiyah breakaway faction, likely to have masterminded blasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Beaumont guardian.co.uk, Saturday 18 July 2009 15.23 BST Article history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SmSDUrqX3TI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ksY67Zl4eZg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360553847818804530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SmSDUrqX3TI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ksY67Zl4eZg/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indonesian forensic investigator inspects the scene of a blast in a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Jakarta. Photograph: Reuters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspected mastermind of the Jakarta hotel suicide bombings has been named as Noordin Top, a Malaysian who heads a breakaway faction of the militant network Jemaah Islamiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a former leader of Jemaah Islamiyah and police sources, Noordin has emerged as the key suspect as police work to identify the bombers, who checked into the hotels as guests prior to the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 200% sure this was his work," Nasir Abbas, the former JI leader turned police informant, told the Associated Press. Abbas has worked with police on investigations into Indonesia's last three terrorist attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suicide bombers attacked the JW Marriott and Ritz-Carlton hotels in the Indonesian capital on Friday, setting off a pair of blasts that killed eight people and wounded more than 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police investigator said Noordin was the most likely suspect. "Considering the target, the location and content of the bombs, it was clearly the work of Noordin," the investigator said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said police had confiscated handwritten notes, a mobile phone and a bomb encased in a laptop computer from room 1808 of the Marriott, where the bombers apparently prepared for the blasts. The investigator said a hotel receptionist told police that the man who checked into the room gave his name as "Nurdin". He gave a $1,000 cash deposit because he had no credit card, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities have not officially named a suspect, but suspicion quickly fell on Jemaah Islamiyah or its allies. The al-Qaida-linked network is blamed for past attacks in Indonesia, including a 2003 bombing at the Marriott in which 12 people died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering a string of attacks against westerners in the first part of the decade, Indonesia has been widely credited with successfully tackling militant groups. Last year it executed the bombers responsible for killing 202 people in Bali in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The involvement of JI or a group sympathetic to its aims appeared to be confirmed by comments from the radical cleric Abu Bakar Bashir, who was alleged to have once headed JI. He said the bombs were "a warning from God to Indonesia for not respecting God's law".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who were involved were infidels or apostates, who wanted to impede the jihad in Indonesia," he said in a text message to the Reuters news agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This article was extracted from gurdian.co.uk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/jul/18/jakarta-hotel-bombings-suspect)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8003068758192248939?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8003068758192248939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8003068758192248939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8003068758192248939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8003068758192248939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/07/malaysian-terrorist-leader-suspected-in.html' title='Malaysian terrorist leader suspected in Jakarta hotel bombings'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SmSDUrqX3TI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ksY67Zl4eZg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4876680526599325982</id><published>2009-07-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:25:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guide on how to deal with an INTJ ( aka me )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlwWpKx_5RI/AAAAAAAAATY/pt8eWHcntos/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358182553188558098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlwWpKx_5RI/AAAAAAAAATY/pt8eWHcntos/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Be willing to back up your statements with facts - or at least some pretty sound reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't expect them to respect you or your viewpoints just because you say so. INTJ respect must be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be willing to concede when you are wrong. The average INTJ respects a fundamental truth over being "right". Withdraw your erroneous comment and admit your mistake and they will see you as a very reasonable person. Stick to erroneous comments and they will think you are an irrational idiot and treat everything you say as being questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Try not to be repetitive. It annoys them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not feed them a line of bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Expect debate. INTJs like to tear an idea apart to prove its worthiness. They will even argue a point they don't actually support for the sake of argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do not mistake the strength of your conviction with the strength of your argument. INTJs do not need to believe in a position to argue it or argue it well. Therefore, it will take more than fervor to sway them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do not be surprised at sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remember that INTJs believe in workable solutions. They are extremely open-minded to possibilities, but they will quickly discard any idea that is unfeasible. INTJ open-mindedness means that they are willing to have a go at an idea by trying to pull it apart. This horrifies people who expect oohs and ahhs and reverence. The ultimate INTJ insult to an idea is to ignore it, because that means it's not even interesting enough to deconstruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This also means that they will not just accept any viewpoint that is presented to them. The bottom line is "Does it work?" - end of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do not expect INTJs to actually care about how you view them. They already know that you think they are arrogant bastards with a morbid sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4876680526599325982?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4876680526599325982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4876680526599325982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4876680526599325982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4876680526599325982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/07/guide-on-how-to-deal-with-intj-aka-me.html' title='A Guide on how to deal with an INTJ ( aka me )'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlwWpKx_5RI/AAAAAAAAATY/pt8eWHcntos/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-910749395786243421</id><published>2009-07-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:54:20.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I Judge people...and so do you!</title><content type='html'>Well...it begins like this, i was having a dejavu moment when two of my friends invited another two guys over. And being SEVERELY judgemental...i know i know, one cant help it, it is the way my mind works...I cant help but admit it...i criticize anything and everything, even myself. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357653555043812050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo1hbH-wtI/AAAAAAAAASw/oaMbedDCS7w/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;I simply cant help the 7 'other' voices in my mind from devising some contingency plan, making up schemes, solving problems or even from criticizing others or even MYSELF for the matter. (by now...I'm sure you have gone...dude...have you lost what was left of your sanity). Hence it was hardly surprising, that i was overly critical towards judging these two guys as well. No surprise there. Although i have to say, that due to previous, over dramatic and often childhood scorching and enemy creating experiences, i DID manage to keep these comments to myself. Being mature is SO overrated, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357654836634547362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo2sBbBdKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/y-sGnk5MNjI/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;They were, how shall i put it? The ideal picture of nerds! Yes i know, it may be somewhat ironic for me to say such a thing, as i too share a dubious amount of eccentricity to say the least. However, these people i believe, are the epicentre of weirdness, the textbook nerds, the type that would actually snort! Which brings me to a certain dilemma! Could my friends be with me, due to some peculiarity too? Perhaps , it rings true after all, if you think about it for awhile.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357656362794933618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo4E20A3XI/AAAAAAAAATA/4XdAgO87cdE/s400/1.gif" /&gt;Regardless, it did give me a somewhat odd perspective of how people view me as well. Although i don't mind, really. I am somewhat indifferent towards what people have to say against me, and therefore have a peculiar form of confidence. So i cant quite understand whats the big deal about judging one and another, i mean I'm sure you do it, HECK we all do it. So deal with it ! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357659599786214770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo7BRi4BXI/AAAAAAAAATI/h3vr-Bg4TDw/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;Anyways, on a brighter note, i did finally go out yesterday, after what seem to be a 5 day long self induced confinement, as i was, how shall i put it? Short of funds?? I didn't really enjoy public enemies though, i felt it was somewhat plain, and simply boring. Wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I believe the best show i have watched so far ( in a span of....err...1 month) was star trek! It was surprisingly entertaining. Ow, and i have just bought the 3rd instalment of the hormone drenched and melodramatic Twilight series. ( What can i say? I simply cannot quite doing anything that i have started... OCD i guess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357660935334674786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo8PA2cQWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QzEfrJnY9Nw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;The holidays has left me pretty much stranded with boredom. Thank god, i have people who are willing to entertain me, regardless of the time, dead at night to the wee hours of the morning. Wish to thank them all, starting with Sui Mai ( Lim mei wei)- who even went to the extent of explaining what an international Frisbee competition was * i thought they involved dogs*, germae phua- who gave me plenty of gossips to extrapolate excitement by, and Polly for entertaining me even when she was hungry. ( Which also raises a peculiar question, why are girls always hungry???). Oh and Sarah lee, if you are reading this, miss talking to you la platypus!! Yik...great video you have there mate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-910749395786243421?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/910749395786243421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=910749395786243421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/910749395786243421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/910749395786243421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-i-judge-peopleand-so-do-you.html' title='Hey I Judge people...and so do you!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slo1hbH-wtI/AAAAAAAAASw/oaMbedDCS7w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5676247827267561960</id><published>2009-07-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:51:54.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Strangers in Moscow</title><content type='html'>Been doing plenty of soul searching lately, well you know, due to the endless free time. Time sure can change most things, usually my holidays ( the ones during my teen hood) were spent playing ps2 excessively. However, i cant seem to place any sense of fun in games these days...maybe I'm growing too old for them. Sigh...*looks at his old ps 2 lying in the cupboard, for god knows how long*. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358261337820284242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlxeTCZ8xVI/AAAAAAAAATg/TWhhd_Qsqc4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;The holidays these days are apparently spent by going out with friends and such. Which explains why i have been rather short of funds as of late. ( my current assets are probably around rm 17). It was fun though, going out with old friends, watching loads and loads of movies, sometimes even to the extent of watching the same ones twice. Not to mention the dates in MacDonald's...lol. Good times!! People like dren, chen and even Eddy (be happy that i even considered your name worthy of being mentioned in my blog mojo...*waves an angry fist*) are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps it is because i don't have to put on a persona or a mask when i am with them. Last Friday was the best of them all!! We went to watch transformers 2! ( and i survived eddy's driving to get to one u!!). He can't drive!! Seriously! I want to spank the instructor that passed him!! Nearly killed dren and me twice!! TWICE in a span of 20 minutes...talk about world record breakers man! Was actually quite surprised that Tana came along too too, *well adrian had apparently negotiated a peace treaty with me so he would be able to visit*. Although to be fair, it was nice having tana around as well...*winks*...you know...as a punching bag! :PI'm pretty sure that he is going to get diabetes soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358261880572570194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlxeyoULalI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZYXvWlWh_XA/s400/1.gif" /&gt; He eats too much sweets on a daily basis! ( he has a unlimited stock of mentos in his bag). Not to mention he had ice cream for lunch in baskin robbins while we were having pasta! Transformers 2 was pretty good, basically it didn't have a strong plot compared to the first transformers, but there was plenty of action and MEGAN FOX.....LOL...so i enjoyed it! ( dont roll your eyes girls! Megan fox is equivalent to Edward Cullen for guys *winks*). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358263062877010850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slxf3cvhe6I/AAAAAAAAATw/BILfLzXfg7s/s400/1.png" /&gt;Bowling was fun too...( although it would have been the bomb if i had won). But too bad la, chen had an overwhelming edge as i had , CRAZILY missed twice in a row! And the annie, adrian gf, had OVERTAKEN me from no where!! ( they were in the last place, then vamosh...Two strikes)...seriously la, bad luck! Thank god tana came in last though, otherwise it would have been a total embarrassment. But i had my VENGEANCE in Foosball!! YES!! lolBasically it was a great day! Besides i got to know that Marisha has been reading my blog, thanks to Tana aka worm...(no thanks to him she hates me more than she hates the devil himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlxhpTfZmWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Efev3PyKT0Y/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358265018898553186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlxhpTfZmWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Efev3PyKT0Y/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to admit that news had the effect of making chills run down my spine! ( for more info please read my blog post entitled fear, mortality, madness and despair). Other than that, nearly got killed by Polly and dren for oversleeping...*scratches his head*. I admit i may have overdone the sleeping thing this time. Perhaps im having hypersomnia, god knows? For instance, i woke up once at 5pm!!!!! LOL... That's not the worst part! I fear for my life whenever i check my phone messages ( i have now learned to delete my messages whenever i receive them, in order to avoid personal messages from being intercepted by ADRIAN!!! and MY SIS!!), like the ones i usually receive from adrian and polly, polly's usually worse than adrian. Quotes adrian...*Disappointed....Naveen...Happy sleeping time*....sorry dren!! Lol...polly's messages are well...too long and err? not suitable to be typed here! So i TERPAKSA use your message as an example!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358265938936265842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Slxie25e_HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c0TjYmSdYuc/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Micheal Jackson passed away last week! Which is to me, kinda sad. I mean the man was our ELVIS. I will always remember him, for his songs and his incredible dance moves.Anyway, a friend of mine ( who has turned into a total idiot ) lamented that i was dating out of my league? Pfft..please la. Leagues??? What is this baseball or something? This is the second time that i have heard that from someone, the first was rather used with intended offence to a friend of mine in uni. Sometimes i cant believe what i hear from people these days!Usually i would excuse the person involved, roll my eyes and forget about it, lamenting that the person who had thought or said these kind of things were well...rather short sighted? ( being politically correct is a pain really! I would love to swear my lungs off, but i was raised to be proper, so please bear with me). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this came from a friend who i had considered an equal, in wits and reason! League?? Come on laLeagues don't exist! If they did, why are SO many fat guys dating pretty girls? Tell that to gandhi, who somehow lead an entire nation against The British empayer when no one even believed it to be possible, or to obama who became the first black president about his limitations? HMMPH? Limitations only exist to those who believe in them, and i pray to the lord to relieve of my friend of his short sightedness. He is not the man i had once known and called willingly as a friend. You have turned into a hypocrite who had ditched everything for the sake of a girl. I mean, sure dude, i understand if you are in love, madly even. Who hasn't been there? But the thing is you cant change everything that made you, YOU, for her! Ditching your religion, self, family, personality and friends for the sake of a single person is never wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know you believe that she will be there forever for you, but HEY this is the REAL WORLD. And in the real world, relationships tend to end quite often until you meet the one who you will spend your life with ( and even then it is not guaranteed)! And each time you do, you would need you family and friends to fall back to. But I'm afraid we wont be there for you if this continues. I believe we need an undying urge to succeed in order to be well off in this world, and i can see that in my friend dren, and i believe i have that in me too! But i can't seem to feel that you have that in your any longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is however your life, and it would be wrong of me to impose my will to your decisions. However, please don't make me angry, for unlike Eddy or Tana , i do not get angry often, but when i do, it will be over between you and i permanently. I understand that you wish to be her idiot, so BUZZ OFF and be just that. Just don't get in my way.Written by an angered trickster,Dr Naveen ( i like signing off this way) :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5676247827267561960?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5676247827267561960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5676247827267561960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5676247827267561960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5676247827267561960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/07/strangers-in-moscow_12.html' title='Strangers in Moscow'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SlxeTCZ8xVI/AAAAAAAAATg/TWhhd_Qsqc4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-306595915280320516</id><published>2009-06-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T04:27:34.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sj9qQkb1WyI/AAAAAAAAASo/Us8zZXC97nQ/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350111715230309154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sj9qQkb1WyI/AAAAAAAAASo/Us8zZXC97nQ/s400/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish to congratulate my uncle, Mohd Ashraf Abdullah, on being appointed as the new group editor of TV3. My uncle, Mohd Ashraf Abdullah 42, was formerly the chief editor of News Strait Times, left NST in 2004 soon after the group came under Kalimullah Masheerul Hassan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that he is the best candidate for the job. His talent in writing and his enthusiasm for journalism is unparalleled to any other. Best of luck dearest uncle...you make us all proud ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His story was even covered by rock bru...here is the link... http://rockybru.com.my/2009/06/blogger-heads-tv3-news.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-306595915280320516?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/306595915280320516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=306595915280320516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/306595915280320516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/306595915280320516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sj9qQkb1WyI/AAAAAAAAASo/Us8zZXC97nQ/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-549382612232609308</id><published>2009-06-20T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:18:51.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SjzTW-GCceI/AAAAAAAAASg/0n5ABQT838A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349382848988213730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SjzTW-GCceI/AAAAAAAAASg/0n5ABQT838A/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the raging pandemic of H1N1 creeping into our daily lives and threatening the sanctuary of peace and solace, a question often rises from the edges of my mind. What are we doing to prevent it? I believe that the government, with its foolish administration has all but failed to contain the spread of the disease. There is absolutely no regard to the gravity of the matter, and sadly the growing number of those who are infected is growing indefinitely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whats even worse, is the context of the pandemic has been displaced in the eyes of the general public. We have all heard of the growing numbers of patients, and i have personally heard of a few close friends being admitted for the flu, if not for those who have come directly in contact with the people involved. But what of the official report? Absolutely nothing! Only a handful! An utter understatement that's what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The censorship of the severity of this disease may be politically correct for some. In fact, some might argue that it might be wise, as by doing so the government can prevent a wide spread panic, or in other words provide an mirage of stability for the general public. However, this stance is a double edged sword ! Sure, there is no mass panic now, but we have a real pandemic on our hands, and it is not going away just because you wish it so, moreover it provides an unjustified sense of security to many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is especially true for some of my friends, who perhaps on their part, lack genuine common sense and perhaps even a simian brain. Please people, this is no laughing matter. Should you find yourself in contact with anyone who has been infected, please do quarantine yourself and contact the local authorities. THIS IS NO JOKE ! This disease may have the potential to kill millions and ignorance and stupidity cannot be tolerated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was especially outraged by an article i had chanced upon in the star newspaper today. It was about a lady who was blatantly ignored by medical officials although she came in close contact with someone with a confirmed case of the swine flu! I believe she was told ' balik rumah, bila ada symptom baru datang'. Again, this is a clear example of the difference between genius and stupidity, in that genius has its limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, here are ways to prevent yourself from the swine flu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wash your hands frequently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avoid sharing cutlery and glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Use a tissue to cover your mouth and nose when coughing. Dispose of the tissue immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't touch your mouth, eyes or nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stay away from people who are ill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, if you are sick, STAY AT HOME !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-549382612232609308?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/549382612232609308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=549382612232609308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/549382612232609308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/549382612232609308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/06/medical-menace.html' title='Medical Menace'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SjzTW-GCceI/AAAAAAAAASg/0n5ABQT838A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3239136292588209885</id><published>2009-06-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:46:32.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes two to tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well...it is over, first year is over!!! It hardly feels like a year has gone by and yet, due to all the aches that my body has endured and sleep that my mind has lost, it literally feels like ten years has gone by! Although i am sure, that some of you are bound to be preplexed to the notion that my holidays were placed so late on the month of Jun, i have only one world to say ! *CUCMS!!!!* *waves an angry fist* lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, life has been a breeze after musculoskeletal system. *remind me never, and i mean NEVER under the penalty of death to be a orthopedic !*. I am for once, absolutely, or virtually talentless in that field. However, CVS seems to be more my kind of thing ! *go cardiology!*, the 5 weeks were pretty amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, during my spare time ( which has seemingly multiplied by a factor of 10, as the much awaited holidays have finally arrived), i have found another interesting medical drama, by the name of Team Medical Dragon !!! *cool ya? not to mention my facination of dragons, and everything about the heart*. This drama apparently combines the best of both !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344275766839772242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Siqufqg2hFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/416kp92aubc/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;                            A picture of all the main characters of Iryu team medical dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama has an added complex to it, where it focusses on the administrative part of medicine and on cardiology! So all you cardiology/cardiothoracic fans out there, this is certainly not one that should be missed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The holidays, often bring a sense of awe into my life. It is because only during such times am i allowed to wither away into my full potential lazyness. Waking up at 1 pm, and going to bed at 3 am...lolz, and all the lepaking i do at Mac d ! *good times*. Not to mention all the fun i get simply by facebooking, you will never imagine the things that people do to annoy each other! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Such childish behaviour is no doubt exciting to watch and judge...but one does wonder how this people remain so imature inspite of being significantly older than most people i know, and not to mention the number of them who actually take part in this so called event, it is almost a competition to outdo each others nastyness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Besides watching this people have a go at each other, i have also taken a keen interest to kamen rider 555 (known as masked rider to some). I was expecting to find some childish, or simple plot to say the least. Instead i have to say, that i was preplexed that the plot was quite complex and entertaining. Take a look at the picture of the show &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671721398079634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SjpMl5YcEJI/AAAAAAAAASY/6tXw6ibUflI/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also good to see choo chan after such a long time! *Her dogs had apparently multiplied in a short span of time*. The only downside to my holidays is that chen's holiday is ending soon! *so much for being the three amigos!*...However, this WOULD prevent him from further reading my blog, and having a deeper insight to what i do and think! *AHA chenny!! now that i know you do read my blog, i terpaksa censor its contents! lolz*. At least dren will be around.....* thank you for finally getting a blog dren!*...off i go then !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Written at the midst of his holiday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He who believes that there is no great genius without some touch of madness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dr. Naveen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3239136292588209885?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3239136292588209885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3239136292588209885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3239136292588209885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3239136292588209885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-takes-two-to-tango.html' title='It takes two to tango'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Siqufqg2hFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/416kp92aubc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7379483635740066565</id><published>2009-05-10T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:48:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Stops Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Musculoskeletal system is over, and now it is off to CVS. Hmm..oh..and there is only 5 weeks left for first year to end. Imagine that, 5 weeks and it ends. I felt like it had just began. Life has been good, estatic even, not to mention abit tiring...but i wouldnt have it any other way. I believe that life is abit like curry ( i know i know, it must be ironic, me being a allround anti curry eater, to come up with an analogy of curry), but imagine life with all its mixture of happiness, pain, suffering and love. It is abit like all the spices that make up a curry doesnt it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...i have been up to many things...none of which have been significantly healthy or good for the matter to those who have been around me. But nevertheless it has been fun. Hey..at least i never lie right, and the choice to know was ultimately yours. So what have i been up to ever since..er like forever? Hmm...pretty much nothing but work as usual. Musculoskelatal has turned most of us into freaks, we have begun to see people as walking bags of meat and bones. Just the other day i was watching a movie, and this guy ( an apparent antagonist) smacks the hero on the forehead, and i couldnt help but think which blood vessel had been damaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the boring stuff *i know that you guys are pretty much estatic that i am going to avoid all the boring stuff about my studies*, i have been gaming. Reminds me of Sarah lee, this gaming stuff. But i have got into this cabal craze...it is quite a cool game take a look at some of the photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334225168766329026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb5h3BD4MI/AAAAAAAAARY/JkAmIj-KhIY/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;cabal...with force blader in the cover ( i am a force blader by the way...the most coolest and powerfullest class...cause we can use both magic and the blade)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334226027269049490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb6T1MDzJI/AAAAAAAAARg/iIv_-iGVw2U/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;A force blader in action...this is not mine, cause i am of a higher level..MUAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228402222310914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb8eElCpgI/AAAAAAAAARo/6obnoEsE7TQ/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;Just take a look at the breath taking game play and stunning graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228983240358322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb8_5CiebI/AAAAAAAAARw/MPwV_9wkVKU/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;A wizard in action....that is some awesome magic ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334230210298888626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb-HUMFwbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lZ_gTig5-nY/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;The whole cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than gaming, i have been watching NBC's Chuck...season 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232318088583218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SgcACAUUGDI/AAAAAAAAASA/4jplLFF6QKM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;It's quite a cool show....although my mum reckons i only watch the show as  i quote, think that the heroin reminds me of my ex?.....( i do have a major crush on the heroin...but COME ON...she is too hot to look like my EX...please...unbelieable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233640033430594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SgcBO88hrEI/AAAAAAAAASI/TQjzpypPSGE/s400/chuck_sarah.png" /&gt;There is absolutely no way right? This girl is almost too beautiful to be alike anyone i know!...pfft.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i am also watching supernatural, private practice and HOUSE of course! and in my spare time i also managed to finish reading New Moon..the oh so famous Twilight sequel. It was in my opinion good, but there wasnt anything extrodinary in it. Abit too much crying, hormones, feelings, and selfishness for my comfort i guess. But it was okay ish.....i suppose i would have to get the third instalment as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm....that is pretty much it i guess, nothing more to share with you guys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the full moon greets us again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Naveen.&lt;br /&gt;(watch out for the next post...i would be blogging about my NEW spacious CAMPUS...BIGGER..and BETTER than IMU even...cool ya? We are actually moving in, i cant believe it!! :)  )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-7379483635740066565?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7379483635740066565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7379483635740066565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7379483635740066565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7379483635740066565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-time-stops-awhile.html' title='When Time Stops Awhile'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/Sgb5h3BD4MI/AAAAAAAAARY/JkAmIj-KhIY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-555528849297620050</id><published>2009-03-30T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:02:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!!!</title><content type='html'>YEAY!! The holidays are here! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I know i know, you are probably wondering why on earth am i making such a fuss about a holiday right? Well thats cause i dont get them too often in med school! * and they only last a week*. So bear with my euphoric state of being! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this blog got pretty much neglected, and all my readers, have either gotten tired of waiting for an update, have gone away to australia, has blocked me in msn and was or is upset with me. But what the heck, i write for fun most of the time anyways! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, although i know i do complain alot about medical school and the people in my life, i wouldnt trade them for the world*even the ones who are not speaking to me*. Such interesting people simply cannot be replaced. However there are some who have to learn to make do without me. I am tired of helping everyone in virtually everything, from preparing notes to teaching to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people stop depending on me! I hate people who cling on me as much as i dislike people without reason. I dont want to spend my time doing things for your benefit anymore. Yes arguebly i should be helping you guys with many things, i know my results are better than most, and i should be helping the weak etc...but i simply cannot take it anymore. I can help a few people , yes , that i could do pretty comfortably, i have been doing that for a long time in my life, but this is getting too much. So i'll say it plain and clear...LAY OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing things like stealing my notes when i am unawares, copying off my exam papers during exams and then bragging about your fortune, is something beyond stupidity, it is utter lunacy. Imagine the foolishness of someone who cheats in medical school, allow me to skip the part on morality for i know these people who commit these kinds of things do not posses even an ounce from the very beginning. What would you gain by cheating in medical school? sure you would pass the exams, albeit by reaping off anothers hardwork and diligent effort, but would you make a good doctor? Hell no. You wont! You might end up killing someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream my lungs out at this idiots in white coat. Even stupidity has limits, do not exceed it. To make things worse, after all the things i have done for them, they have the nerve to tease and make fun of me behind my back. I am usually a very patient man, but even i have my limits. I can bear the fiendish remarks and even the constant desperate attempts to drain me of every favor i can offer, but CHEATING OFF ME!! THAT I CANNOT FORGIVE! Morons...utterly foolish morons..passing pharmacology by copying...stupid morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a key note, pharmacology results came back! And yeay! Another A!! * i know many of you believe this isnt impressive* . But the thing is, there were only three people in the whole university who managed to get an A!! YEAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that medical school is never...I mean NEVER mundane. Last wednesday for instance we had a somewhat interesting lab session, with two real life bodies and two brains! There were three stations at the lab, each with specialized lecturers from their respective fields. The first station my group and i visited was on the pituitary and the brain . It was conducted by our anatomy lecturer prof Nazar's student! He was apparently from UPM, and explained in detailed about the anatomy of the pituitary and its location to us, it was kinda fun looking at the brain in a new perspective. Personally i believed that the brain was actually somewhat larger, but it turned out quite small instead. Perhaps it was just the individual who had a small brain? lol...i guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was more intriguing. It was, based on my educated guess, a body of an indian lady. It was bald, with everything below the torso removed...( ie leggless), upper arm skinned to reveal the underlying muscles and the abdomen exposed. It was certainly a gruesome sight for the untrained eye, but it was just another day in medical school. *however, even i have to admit that the professors were abit overfamilliar with cadeavers*. This particular station was handled by Prof Nazars Teacher from UM.* i guess they like to take the student-teacher-grandmaster thing abit too far*. But boy was he good at what he does, he knew everything at his fingertips, albeit flapping the diagphram one too many times for my comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much gotten used to bodies being used as teaching tools, but i have to admit i was somewhat perturbed by the stench of formalin which stung our eyes whenever the professor flipped any inner organ. We were supposed to look for the adrenal gland (also known as the suprarenal gland) which was located retroperitoneally, on the poles of the kidney. Then we moved on to the final station. This one was handled by a lady lecturer...*if you are wondering why i havent mentioned any of their names, it was because i had forsaken to acknowledge/remember them*...who explained on the thyroid gland. Personally, i strongly felt that this particular lecturer was bonkers. She started off by asking us to differentiate the layers of muscles in the neck...albeit being in the endocrinology block and muscoskeletan being the block after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is hardly an exaggeration that we were close to being clueless on what she was talking about. She began by picking out a layer of muscle under the neck and going what is THIS?? We went blank, and began shooting blanks...ie rough guesses. She then shouted at us, NO NO!! ZERO!! ZERO FOR ANATOMY !! ZERO!! Its the sternocleidomastoid! and then she would laugh histerically. She repeated the same procedure throughout the entire practice until we had eventually learned every single layer by heart. *boy....this would surely be helpful in the next block*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the exams, ENDOCRINOLOGY SYSTEM! lol....but it was an easy one! YEAY! Hopefully it would be another A ! lol...Anyways, thats goodbye to prof Hamdan and mr Prasamit GOODBYE! And HELLO to Prof Nazzar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next time Then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Naveen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-555528849297620050?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/555528849297620050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=555528849297620050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/555528849297620050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/555528849297620050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!!!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3463218481643635238</id><published>2009-03-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:12:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is so dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stress ( lots of assignments, decaying  health status, assessments, exams, prof hamdan and mr prasamit)&lt;br /&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; v&lt;br /&gt; Hipothalamus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; v&lt;br /&gt;Secretes CRH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  v&lt;br /&gt; Anterior Pituitary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt; Secretes ACTH&lt;br /&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;Adrenal cortex&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;Secretes cortisol&lt;br /&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;Final Physiological response  (This blog is soo dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See what i mean....? I have just explained in terms of physiology why this blog is dead...lol...Thats too much endocrinology for you. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3463218481643635238?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3463218481643635238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3463218481643635238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3463218481643635238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3463218481643635238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title='This blog is so dead!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6575990412254396402</id><published>2009-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:05:06.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear, morality, madness and despair</title><content type='html'>The agony of fear is a curse that is  bestowed by god to mankind. No mortal man is free from its contempt, no man can be. How can one then truly accept failures when he is truly afraid of losing? More so than he is actually is, about losing his very own life? Undoubtly this points to how screwed up my priorities are, not to mention a range of personality defects. A hallmark of idiocy nevertheless, but nonetheless i cant help it. I am afraid, that if i dont do well, i will become a lousy doctor. I might kill someone in the process or even worse, lose my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonder how doctors manage to remember soo many things, and that too while reading off material from books like Sherries!! I mean, *with intended offence to the auther*, it is as if an ineligible deranged madman wrote it in his sleep. Its explanation although vividly detailed, is scattered everywhere, in a somewhat encrpted manner. So enough about fear, moving on to morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morality, unbeknownst to man, is simply a sense of perception. To one man a perception might seem rightegeous, to another, the same vision might seem ridiculously wrong. Thats the problem with this world, nothing is ever black and white, as much as any religious fanatics would like you to believe. In fact, i believe there is no distinction between what is right and wrong, simply put, this world is not made up of black and white, rather i believe, it is somewhat a shade of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this brings up the most troublesome question off all, how do we define what is right and wrong when two opposing parties have two distinct versions of morality, and each has its own justification, its own side of the story. Take palestine and israel for example, whom to support, i know not if the honest truth be told. Both have shown the merciless tendency to kill and slaughter, to ravage the innocent, and to conquer lands with little or no mercy to consider, and yet, both of them consider themselves innocent, and their opponents as savages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up for any idiot who takes either side, because if anyone has, they have only been reading material from one side and was essentially buyers towards the other. Again, the question of perception arises. You seemingly support your own kind, regardless of their atrocities, simply because they share your believe. So where and what is morality? Absolutely nothing thats what. No one had even considered a third option, dont support both parties, be neutral. However the most illogical thing is that some people are trying to boycott israel by not going or buying Mcdonald food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...dont you guys understand that , your contempt and unreasonable behaviour is not going to do the israelis any harm, but simply bite your own behind in Malaysia? Who owns those Mcdonald franchises? Our citizens thats what! Who sufferes when you boycott mcdonalds? MALAYSIANS THATS WHAT!...Plus whats with the foolish and selective approch of boycotting for? Do you think only mcdonalds is the only jewish product on our lands? How about computers? The internet? Or how about every other damn investor that lands in our shore, whereby most of them are jewish? Or how about trying to stop our goverment from exporting goods to America, cause as you know they support the jews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, you cant can you? You cant live without being online with the computers that were invented by jews, you cant leave without the economy the bring in, and you certainly cant stop exporting goods to America, because if you do, your own economy would collapse, as it is undeniably dependent on them. Feeling foolish? you should....regardless of contempt beyond our borders, think once about the contempt within, try first to solve our own problems before handling one on the world stage. Malaysia is in the brink of ruin, an unstabilized coalition, with untrustworthy corrupted rulers who have lost the trust of their people, their last desperate attempt to clinch to their former glory and and economy that is in shambles! try to solve all that before you try to help another nation. After all, how can one claim to be able to help, if he or she cannot even help themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up madness. Madness has long since intrigued me, how can one define madness? Infact how does one actually turn mad? Is it and can it be self induced? I intend to seek these questions one fine day. Until then , let me tell you instead of a curious case i had been unfortunate enough to encounter. A case by the name of Marisha. Firstly i have no idea, and how on earth this thing happened. She suddenly turns up and adds me on facebook...*well i went, sheesh, i have seen this women somewhere on earth before* and adds her without a second though. Undoubtly a foolishness that i was bound to regret. She somehow manages to add me on msn, and subsequently gets my handphone number! First she starts talking about my good friend chen, and then starts getting angry when i tell her things about him that she didnt know. *rolls his eyes*...please la, i knew the man since he was twelve, of course i know him better than you do...duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit being unjustly polite (which may not be always so in my case especially with irrational people), she swears, calls me names and goes offline. Then she smses me, appologising for her earlier outburst and practically begs me to talk to chen on her behalf. Which i did, and found out that this so called marisha has been stalking him, and to my utter disgust i found out, from her own words that she was obssesed with chen, she just needs him, and whats more horrible is, she actually sleeps with a polar bear (his gift to her for her birthday) thinking that it is actually him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all this would have been absolutely amusing on chen's expense, had she not threatened me, with extreme vigour and convinction, that she would kill me, gorge out my eyes and even break my face....*damn...i am afraid of a women, but so would you if you have had the misfortune to meet this particular one*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the despair, not only am i beleaguered by the increadble amout of material that needs to be studied, i am also troubled by unexpected circumstances such as these...lol...a matter of perception however, but i will deal with all of them, as i always have and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may peace be with you till i arrive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Naveen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6575990412254396402?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6575990412254396402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6575990412254396402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6575990412254396402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6575990412254396402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-morality-madness-and-despair.html' title='fear, morality, madness and despair'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3670982865938298603</id><published>2009-01-17T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:36:06.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks notice</title><content type='html'>How fast does time fly? In two weeks time i'd be twenty, *gosh...old, and getting older*, goodbye teenhood, i'll miss you. I will miss my teen years, albeit not doing anything close to crazy along the way. So here is a reflection on things i have been up to in god knows how long since i had actually taken the time to blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great things i have done/ accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got an A for ESP for the first sem! *yeay*...i am sure you guys are going ,"so what dude? you get A's all the time". Well, this is different, cause if you get an A for the first sem, you get to miss all the classes for the second SEM! * YEAY...more time to lepak*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new laptop, a brand new *shiny* dell inspiron ( inspiron 13)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;totally survived biochemistry *albeit coming off of the course hating everything related with nutrients and right way of eating*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;*notices that he hasnt accomplished alot of things*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;owh owh, lets not forget i told a person off recently *after such a long time, what a relief*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched history as it was made. *a black man became the president of America*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made plenty of new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cherished old allies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Began a plan to accomplish financial independence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annoyed Sarah lee with the help of Ran * in something i call synch-nudge*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoyed several other people as well *although this time it wasnt my fault*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it is high time i said goodbye to my teenhood. Although i did not do anything foolish or stupid along the way...it was fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciest lavi,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3670982865938298603?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3670982865938298603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3670982865938298603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3670982865938298603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3670982865938298603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-weeks-notice.html' title='Two weeks notice'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-2786692578999641437</id><published>2009-01-13T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:52:44.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careers for INTJ Personality Types</title><content type='html'>My Myers briggs personality test..(&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/INTJ_car.html"&gt;http://www.personalitypage.com/INTJ_car.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a young adult trying to find your place in the world, or a not-so-young adult trying to find out if you're moving along the right path, it's important to understand yourself and the personality traits which will impact your likeliness to succeed or fail at various careers. It's equally important to understand what is really important to you. When armed with an understanding of your strengths and weaknesses, and an awareness of what you truly value, you are in an excellent position to pick a career which you will find rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTJs generally have the following traits:&lt;br /&gt;Able to absorb extremely complex theoretical and complex material&lt;br /&gt;Driven to create order and structure from theoretical abstractions&lt;br /&gt;Supreme strategists&lt;br /&gt;Future-oriented&lt;br /&gt;See the global, "big picture"&lt;br /&gt;Strong insights and intuitions, which they trust implicitly&lt;br /&gt;Value their own opinions over others&lt;br /&gt;Love difficult theoretical challenges&lt;br /&gt;Bored when dealing with mundane routine&lt;br /&gt;Value knowledge and efficiency&lt;br /&gt;Have no patience with inefficiency and confusion&lt;br /&gt;Have very high standards for performance, which they apply to themselves most strongly&lt;br /&gt;Reserved and detached from others&lt;br /&gt;Calm, collected and analytical&lt;br /&gt;Extremely logical and rational&lt;br /&gt;Original and independent&lt;br /&gt;Natural leaders, but will follow those they can fully support&lt;br /&gt;Creative, ingenious, innovative, and resourceful&lt;br /&gt;Work best alone, and prefer to work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so than any other personality type, INTJs are brilliant when it comes to grasping complex theories and applying them to problems to come up with long-term strategies. Since this type of "strategizing" is the central focus and drive of the INTJ, there is a happy match between desire and ability in this type. Accordingly, the INTJ is happiest and most effective in careers which allow this type of processing, and which promote an environment in which the INTJ is given a lot of autonomy over their daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following list of professions is built on our impressions of careers which would be especially suitable for an INTJ. It is meant to be a starting place, rather than an exhaustive list. There are no guarantees that any or all of the careers listed here would be appropriate for you, or that your best career match is among those listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible Career Paths for the INTJ:&lt;br /&gt;Scientists&lt;br /&gt;Engineers&lt;br /&gt;Professors and Teachers&lt;br /&gt;Medical Doctors / Dentists&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Strategists and Organization Builders&lt;br /&gt;Business Administrators / Managers&lt;br /&gt;Military Leaders&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers / Attorneys&lt;br /&gt;Judges&lt;br /&gt;Computer Programmers, Systems Analysts and Computer Specialists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-2786692578999641437?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/2786692578999641437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=2786692578999641437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2786692578999641437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2786692578999641437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/01/careers-for-intj-personality-types.html' title='Careers for INTJ Personality Types'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6075179748884636807</id><published>2009-01-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:19:53.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Jackle and Ms Hyde</title><content type='html'>It is almost necessary for many people to have a character, in fact most people have more than one. But how many can one essentially have? It is true that humans are creatures that derive pleasure from being around people, and one does occasionally change his or herself just alittle to blend into the crowd, but how literally can one redefine himself. How drastically can one change into something that one is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment she is uncaring, sinister and delusional, and in another almost totally benign, angelic even. Who will believe me? I am such a fool. People are so predictable, if only they knew where to look, and what to look for, they would know. Perhaps they are not too fortunate, alas, perhaps i am the one who is not fortunate to know. I should have never been where i had been, should had never seen what i had seen, and certainly should have never said what i have said. But the fact remains, beware of what you cannot see, for the devil seldom shows itself in daylight, often too late would you know the tale of the truth. Often when the truth is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the predicament lies on the social analogy of friendship itself. It is not usual to trust your friends, even if they may be a little odd. But the fact remains, i cannot prove it! How can i? What does one carry as a prove in such a situation? The camera is seldom at hand when this things happen, and my words are just as good as hers. Hah...i would suffer tremendous loses should i take things to court, i mean, who would accuse another when there is little to no proof?. An improbable anomaly, a miscalculation on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you prove something when so many people refuse to believe in it? Then it hit me...there is nothing to prove. There are no answers when there are no one seeks the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by mad fool, dillusioned by his medications and saddened by the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6075179748884636807?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6075179748884636807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6075179748884636807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6075179748884636807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6075179748884636807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2009/01/dr-jackle-and-ms-hyde.html' title='Dr Jackle and Ms Hyde'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5059826908113570008</id><published>2008-11-22T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:49:50.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Requiem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SSgb-elscrI/AAAAAAAAARA/X8n8JqCrf_g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494124014170802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SSgb-elscrI/AAAAAAAAARA/X8n8JqCrf_g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is inevitable that some defeat will enter even the most victorious life. The human spirit is never finished when it is defeated...it is finished when it surrenders.”&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stein &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is something utterly wrong with my mind and spirit. I can't help feeling down and under lately. Not quite sure what is wrong though. I have almost everything i want, really, almost everything. Perhaps that is the very reason, i have become complacent.Then again, perhaps it is just one of my periodic mood swings. However, whatever this is, it has got to stop! I have to regain my spirit before things spiral out of control.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Requiem was one of Mozarts greatest work before he passed away, this following week will be my requiem, my greatest endeavour, I WILL NOT RETREAT, I WILL NOT SURRENDER, THERE CAN ONLY BE VICTORY OR DEATH. I will not allow Biochem to insult me any longer, nothing should be too difficult, especially for a man such as I. Anything that interferes with my chosen path must disappear, i will make it disappear, I must. That is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow...i guess i am using my blog to be emo...how pathetic, but i guess thats how some people use their blogs right? Others * notices a few of his friends*, use them to criticise their friends, or to tell them off in an odd sort of way. The thing that bothers me the most is, why use the blog to tell them off? Can't you tell them off when they bother you? * this is why i believe humans are the most interesting creatures on earth, they see and take difficulty with a stride*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, doesn't it strike you as odd, if you refuse to be blunt to your friend when he or she bugs you, but rather prefer to insult them via your blog? Well certainly it can be said that perhaps these people that the writer has chosen to insult might not read the blog, but then again they might..right? So whats with the roundabout method anyways? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, this behaviour is certainly interesting. It is easy to know what the person really is, how they will act, and how the will behave in different situations. In other words, they become easier to control, they end up as mere pawns to those that have the ability to predict them. That is the very reason, i read some blogs, which are often very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever noticed how some people park their car backwards? I have always wondered why some people often do that. *And yes, i have asked a few*. Most of them believe that if the park their car backwards, ie the nose upfront and the tail at the back, it would be more easier to take out their car, rather than when they are reversing. They believe that they can avoid all the hassle of actually reversing their vehicle. But i can't help wondering isn't it pretty much the same? They avoid parking their cars frontward with the idea, that if they do, they would have trouble going out, and it would be easier to go out later. However isn't it the same? Cause when you reverse park, you have trouble entering but you can leave easily? All they have done is reverse the difficulty, and not overcome it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again humans have proven to be very interesting....often i spend most of my free time watching them. * i know i am weird*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adieu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He who is searching for his indominable spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5059826908113570008?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5059826908113570008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5059826908113570008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5059826908113570008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5059826908113570008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/11/zero-requiem.html' title='Zero Requiem'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SSgb-elscrI/AAAAAAAAARA/X8n8JqCrf_g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3906625384910394470</id><published>2008-11-14T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:46:30.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.Do you think you're hot ?Er I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes...lolz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.Upload your favourite picture of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269092467322626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SR-TrqNzoxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7HUAp6mnxuE/s400/2..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQX67zfouC0/SQ75eDWSplI/AAAAAAAAA0M/-o2vGJu4lSo/s1600-h/18102008153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3.Why do you like that picture ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause, i beat chenny as much as 5-1 for the first time of his entire...MUAHAHAHAHA...*if you are wondering where i am, im behind the scenes..lolz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. When was the last time you ate pizza ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just now...When you are a guy like me, pizza happens to make up a large part of your diet..lolz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5.The last song you listen to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Code Geass opening 2- by Jinn and Orange Range&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6. What are you doing right now besides this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Criticizing my sis, watching a movie and reading manga...lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7.What name would you prefer besides yours ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont know....some people call me nav, some prefer naveen sharingan la, ass la * by ass*, botak *courtesy of worm*, navinni * adrian*. But i think i prefer His Royal Majesty king of the world? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 People to tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Germae Phua, Noor Shapii haziq, Yik Sheng, Adrian Ng, Pinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8.Who is number one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My online friend? Legendary source of erotic stories? lolz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9.Number three is having a relationship with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is single at the moment...*right yik??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10. Say something about number five ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call her pink ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11.How about number four ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is planning a kumon bussiness venture....*i might be involved too* lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12.Who is number two ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 4 am cat loving buddy....study companion..* although he usually plays O2 jam besides me when i am studying...at 4 am !!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3906625384910394470?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3906625384910394470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3906625384910394470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3906625384910394470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3906625384910394470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-war-tag.html' title='Cold War Tag'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SR-TrqNzoxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7HUAp6mnxuE/s72-c/2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5386406852461933911</id><published>2008-11-09T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:09:38.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day The world Stood Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SRbE4IQPQfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_1k1r1LrC5w/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266613282823684594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SRbE4IQPQfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_1k1r1LrC5w/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4th of November was a historic day for many Americans and the rest of the world. It was a day when the world literally came to a standstill. We were preplexed that finally judgement had come, that we the people, no matter the colour, the creed, and no matter the religion, are one and the same. All men are equal! This relevation literally made our world come to a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does race matter anymore? A question posed by many politically motivated politicians, the generally tradisional evangalicans, the white supremist and racist in general. They were quietly answered. YOUR TIME IS UP. This century is not for people who believe that one race is of a higher status, the time has come for those who think so to literally disappear. Race has no place in this world, not here in Malaysia, and not anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this increadble acheivement, i thank president Barack Obama for without his outstanding ability to bring people together , none of this would be true. Brace yourself people, you are bound to see a colour blind community, it is inevitable, despair if you must, but accept you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who come up to me to ask, Are you an Indian? You dont behave like one? Why dont you have an Indian girlfriend? * rolls his eyes* Let me make this clear to those people again, I am your friend who happens to be an Indian, and you are my friends who happens to be a malay, chinese, indian, sarawakian, etc. Should you think otherwise, we should not be friends. I literally hate people who racialize things. HATE! As in seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who have the idiocy to come up to me and ask, what race the injured patient was.* I replied sarcastically, wether they thought it was a pigmentation problem*. It is troubling to know that many people still think like this. To have such an enclosed mind, and even worse an enclosed heart. Does it matter if your patient was a malay, chinese or an indian women? Would you treat her any differently? If you think you would, i personally recommend you quit being a doctor, before you insult my profession. RACE DOES NOT MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time Malaysians in general, emulate what the Americans have become, yes we too must become colour blind. YES WE CAN! So we must first kick the out the race politics that have divided Malaysia, say goodbye to MIC, UMNO and MCA, and you will have racial unity. You will have Malaysians who happen to be indians, chinese and malays, and not indians, chinese and malays who happen to be Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our time, we must awaken, we must change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hail Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5386406852461933911?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5386406852461933911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5386406852461933911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5386406852461933911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5386406852461933911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-world-stood-still.html' title='The day The world Stood Still'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SRbE4IQPQfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_1k1r1LrC5w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4945522979322960725</id><published>2008-11-03T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:52:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tag to remember</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Never see the questions before you arrange the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Germae Phua&lt;br /&gt;2. Pinky!! [ Pink ass!!]&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrea [ deer ass]&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah lee&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 1 Germae?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...we havent met yet....*damn i forgot*, we met through the internet...lolz...GERMAE PHUA!! I must meet you! Mandatory....!! *marks meeting her in his must do list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1. germae phua ?&lt;br /&gt;....9.. Hmm...i like her stories...especially the mature ones...lolz *hints at the amazing race story*..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long you have know 4 (Sarah lee)?&lt;br /&gt;The briefest of moments, when she was free, ie, as long as the life span of a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3(Andrea)?&lt;br /&gt;I met her in my primary school *dont know wether she remembers*, i believe i had fought with one of her friends , and by extension, her and her group mates...lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where's 5(Ranjini)?&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment * when i was doing my tag* , she is eating chappati in her home, somewhere in the rustic isles of malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1(Germae).&lt;br /&gt;She likes really buff guys....*im medicine we regard them as hypertrophy guys* aka steroid inhalers...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is 4(Sarah lee) going out with?&lt;br /&gt;No one, she is single and available, at the moment at least...lolz * platypuses are shy creatures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does 1(Wendy) do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;She eats...* i know what the question means*...Pfft...she is a student la...future engineer for the goverment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3(Andrea)?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i have no problem with it, but she might find me disdainful at best...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like about number 2(Pinky)?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky always looks happy, thats the nicest thing about her. * you want to smile when you see her* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5(Ranjini)?&lt;br /&gt;No, cause in the words of the women herself , she cincaus me *kacau * me alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number 4(Sarah lee)?&lt;br /&gt;No. It's not only morally distrurbing , but also physically impossible. How can i contort myself to even you know...well, i might have to squat to do that...lol * haha..just disturbing your senses sarah lee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your opinion on number 2(Pinky)?&lt;br /&gt;she sure can swear *looks can be decieving*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favourite memory with number 5(Ranjini)?&lt;br /&gt;She told me a huge secret, REALLY HUGE SECRET, that i must tell sarah lee!! * Cannot resist the urge, must spill the beans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will you do if number 1(Germae) and 2 (Pinky) were going out?&lt;br /&gt;WOW...amazing....*eyes sparkles* I wanna see...*laughs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5(Ranjini)?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, doesnt everyone ?? She cant stop talking...lol..*thats not a bad thing* *just in case she reads this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever slept at 2(Pinky)'s house?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 (Andrea) a lot?&lt;br /&gt;No, she went missing after spm...*cannot detect her under my radar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;Number 3, Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What will happen if number 1(Germae) and 5(Ranjini) have a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;OMG....thats soo unimaginable....Armageddon, pandemonia, catestrophy? Although it would be interesting to watch nevertheless, albeit the destruction of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How often do you talk to 1(Germae)?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she is online. Love her stories....*her life is soo interesting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What about 2(Pinky)??&lt;br /&gt;Almost never...we keep intouch via blogs...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever thought 3(Andrea)more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;No, she is my friend, my deer ass, nothing more and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you go on a date with number 5(Ranjini)?&lt;br /&gt;I would never date a man....*points at ran*...no matter how much he resembles a wome*who is shorter !! YES SHORTER THAN ME* lolz....*dont kill me Ran*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you dream about number 2(Pinky)?&lt;br /&gt;No....omg...i have never dream about her no that i think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did no.4 (Sarah lee) did to you that you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;She snatched MY PHONE !!! OMG!!! *platupuses have snatch reflexes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What have you done for/to 1(Germae) that the person never forgets?&lt;br /&gt;Err...no idea la..i mean i am unforgetable, but i cant pin point a reason at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's 3's (Andrea) hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Tough....i'm not too sure, smiling ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tag more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germae phua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4945522979322960725?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4945522979322960725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4945522979322960725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4945522979322960725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4945522979322960725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-to-remember.html' title='A tag to remember'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4521493699130768968</id><published>2008-10-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:31:20.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Resistance</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i had last blogged *been doing one too many tags lately*. Although i have to admit, i have been quite over streacthed these days. Between the lack of sleep and the dire need to cope with Prof Ham's scls [ which are, by his unforgiving nature, beyond cruel at best], the very essence of my inner workings have started to tear apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...its not like it is the end of the world or anything, i'm still doing considerably well, albeit my lack of sleep and lack of spirit to study as well as the previous blocks. But thats physiology for you....* Imitates prof Ham*...." FORCE YOUR BRAIN CELLS TO THINK PEOPLE!! DONT BE LAZY!! MEMORISING IS A SIN!!! DON'T JUST STUDY FOR EXAMS! WE WANT YOU NOT TO BE GOOD DOCTORS, WE WANT YOU TO BE EXCELLENT DOCTORS!! COME ON PEOPLE, YOU PEOPLE ARE MEDICAL STUDENTS!!*....Its somewhat a sort of battle chant for him i guess, he repeats these lines to himself and unfortunately by extention to us, each time he conducts his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have to admit *albeit grudgingly* he is good at what he does, considering i got all those A's without much effort on my part...but some of his philosphies are a little distrubing. He says that we shouldnt study for exams, but the system compels us to do the very thing that he told us not to do. Why else should the have exams every week. * It's not that i'm complaining, but the hypocracy is ironic*. Besides, he assigns marks for every little thing we do, pamplets, behaviours and etc, which is distrubing, YES, even at a molecular level. Using our very own intincts against us *medical students would do anything for marks*....how cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i have come to a conclusion of sorts, all our lecturers are suffering from some kind of personality disorder or another. Prof Ham, is a perfectionist, i mean to the severe extent, imagine someone stopping short of monk within an arms lenght, and so is prof hat, and so on... This raises an uncanny question, are all brilliant men, i mean, doctors with regard to this topic, WEIRD in some way or more? * my mum says i am weird too* DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lately i have taken an interest on the anime Code Geass: Leluch the rebellion....it is a rather twisted anime about a prince * something like death note*...lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260787333804234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SQISNQ5GlTI/AAAAAAAAANg/kKmOkmN-ngY/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260787961218039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SQISxyMNfYI/AAAAAAAAANo/ll8P9Zf5Ao4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE BRITANNIA !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-4521493699130768968?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4521493699130768968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4521493699130768968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4521493699130768968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4521493699130768968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/10/viva-la-resistance.html' title='Viva La Resistance'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SQISNQ5GlTI/AAAAAAAAANg/kKmOkmN-ngY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-681255257841068568</id><published>2008-10-17T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:40:26.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do tags cause i dont have TIME to write...lol [TAG sponsored by GERMAE PHUA]</title><content type='html'>1.Is anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, although not everything is going RIGHT at the moment, but that is only a temporary condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;Hell No...no offence but none of you guys are worth kissing...although im sure the feeling is mutual. Who in the world kisses friends? * we are not bangladeshi's people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you want to go to college?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that. Not going back...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably none, or one....*if my wife forces me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i do, i am very close to both of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I was celebrating, getting presents going out with friends etc...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Was debating with a girl/ monkey named RAN...lol * is pleased that he won, or at least he believes he did*...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name something you cannot wait for?&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a billionaire or the prime minister of the world? * dont laugh people* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is one thing you would change in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I would change nothing, but perhaps i would love to change other people..., but nothing in my life particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last thing you ate/drank?&lt;br /&gt;DIM SUM with ren and chenny!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whats your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;December because i used to get lots of presents from my parents...* who used to disguise themselves as santa* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your least favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;July, cause i know all the holidays are soo far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE...i am allergic to peanut butter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who’s making you feel the way you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody? cause im not particularly feeling anything right now? * so much for being emotionless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Most visited web pages&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, wikipedia, blogs, one manga, you tube, friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person to make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Some of my group members, but that was like two months ago...i dont get mad easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Pepsi or coke?&lt;br /&gt;Im a pepsi person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you hugged anyone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Nope...whats with people and hugging * doesn't get it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Fun thing to look forward to this week?&lt;br /&gt;watching the latest episode of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about your sibling(s)?&lt;br /&gt;My sis is dumb...and not to mention annoying...* there described her in 9 sentences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Whats your favorite number(s)?&lt;br /&gt;I like the number 8...cause everything i do is usually related to the number...exam marks 88.8...matriks id 0808-0881, seat number for exams 88, hostel no E83 ab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you do after school/college?&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep, and then work my butts off for the next day in uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you know how to swim?I think so.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do, i thought myself how to swim. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;General Hospital in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;Yes - jennifer love hewitt, hayden panettiere and the girls in the supernatural show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Yup...i have a few..tai loong, aqeem and etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes *agrees albeit grudgingly*. Curse you chenny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been ditched by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes, sometimes...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have your friend’s phone number’s memorized?&lt;br /&gt;Nope...can't even remember any of theirs...as a matter of fact, cant remember mine either...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you lost or forgotten a friend’s phone number?&lt;br /&gt;Duh....refer to the above post. I believe you have to remember in order to forget, how can i then forget if i did not attempt to remember them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you been to most of your friends houses?&lt;br /&gt;Nope i dont do much visiting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you love most of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Like yes, love no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you play with things when nervous?&lt;br /&gt;err....does biting my nails when i am nervous count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?&lt;br /&gt;No...* licks his sword*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed and locked...there are gays in my uni....hence the locked part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there at least one sound you can’t stand?&lt;br /&gt;Scrathing the board with rulers, dragging chairs, usually high pitch sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Procastinating...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you currently like/love someone?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. yes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you want to kill one of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;No...i certainly dont wish to kill her...i wish her well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Has one of your crushes ever called you self centered before?&lt;br /&gt;YES! * They have said it to my FACE* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think abortions are horrible?&lt;br /&gt;No. Fetuses are not babies....let the mother decide, best let a child that is not wanted to die rather than suffer by living as an unwanted child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you against or think gay marriage is bad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am against this. It is simply disturbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is pink an ugly color?&lt;br /&gt;For a guy YES, for a girl no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Needles aren’t so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;If its for another person, yes, if for myself then im not too keen on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have plenty of secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, doesnt everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Have you ever fallen UP the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;err no? thank god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had a nail fall off?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you ever slapped someone across the face?&lt;br /&gt;Nope...it is an uncivilised behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky!!&lt;br /&gt;DEER ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;SARAH LEE WEI LING! [ optional la...cause i tag you soo many times already]&lt;br /&gt;Yik!&lt;br /&gt;SHAPII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-681255257841068568?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/681255257841068568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=681255257841068568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/681255257841068568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/681255257841068568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-do-tags-cause-i-dont-have-time-to.html' title='I do tags cause i dont have TIME to write...lol [TAG sponsored by GERMAE PHUA]'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3989914274504716202</id><published>2008-10-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:47:46.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pinky Tag !</title><content type='html'>1. Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...*i even got the " GET A GIRLFRIEND YOU DOLT" lecture from both my parents and&lt;br /&gt;friends *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word?&lt;br /&gt;Undescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you or the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe there is a choice actually. I'd rather believe i'll love someone that i love that&lt;br /&gt;loves me. I cant possibly imagine loving someone who doesn't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does it feel good to love?&lt;br /&gt;No. It is as painful as diving into a bed of needles. But it feels a whole lot better to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Now thats a feeling better than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. God is giving you just 5 minutes to live, IF you love someone special what will you say to that&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl...*pauses*...i have cheated on you many times!!! [ 1 minute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches for her horrid expression and braces himself for a possible slap [ 1 minute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before telling her, that i lied, [ 1 minute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that i loved her even when she frowned, was in tears, or simply when she is about to slap&lt;br /&gt;me!   [ 1 minute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinches her cheeks when she gets frustrated. [thats what you get for having a trickster as a&lt;br /&gt;BF]     [ 1minute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks* and dies [ with the regret that he didn't do something naughtier]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be held accountable to what you believe, and neither can you be to what i can. So&lt;br /&gt;bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;br /&gt;No. Why Should i ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;br /&gt;To a healthy extent, it just shows that she cares. Makes me warm inside if i like the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise they become a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What can you say about playboys/playgirls?&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see, nice to touch, but you can't bring her home. Playboys ? i have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ACT 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Best place to cry?&lt;br /&gt;I don't do crying....so No where ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Family and close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;No, although i very much intended to hate someone i know. But i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know... Santa exists ?? [ although i knew he didnt even when i was 6 years old, i played&lt;br /&gt;along with my parents to get gifts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAST PERSON]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a beer with?&lt;br /&gt;No one ? Cause i don't drink....* were i not corrupted in other unimaginable ways, i would be&lt;br /&gt;such a saint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to the movies with ?&lt;br /&gt;Recently ah? That would be with Aaron, Adrian and Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talked on the cell phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. talked with chen regarding batminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Err...no one ? * is suddenly feeling hungry for hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;No one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...wouldn't you like to know? * winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing/Sang/Sung?&lt;br /&gt;Haha...in the car, while driving to club today....although i sing like william hung :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Lee !! [ i know...just sarah should suffice...BUT SARAH LEE IS SOO FUN TO SAY] lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yik Sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Shapii Haziq [ aku tahu la cam mana nak eja name kau man....tapi versi ni lagi best]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germae Phua !!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3989914274504716202?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3989914274504716202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3989914274504716202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3989914274504716202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3989914274504716202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/10/pinky-tag.html' title='A pinky Tag !'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8100276330885201571</id><published>2008-09-30T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:05:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with old friends....</title><content type='html'>Friends are hard to come by,  but best friends are like rare gems that your heart seeks for solace. You may have many friends, but there are only a few that are capable of understanding you like these people can. There is no need to be uncomfortable in front of them, no need to hide anything, no reason to fear that something you say, write or do for the matter, might hurt their feelings...because you know that you most probably can't, or they wouldn't mind it at all. All they would most probably say, if they become angry with you is " FREAK, you bloody wrote those funny things about me!! Wanna die ah" with a smile. [ Although he expects you to forgive his misgivings with equal grace, which is easily done in my case, almost too easily]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a fortunate person, although i only have four such best friends in this world. Perhaps it is because i am quite reckless, and inhumane when emotions are concerned. I have a tendency to brush away all emotional aspects in life as i consider them unworthy to be even remotely considered! Perhaps this is a fault in my personality, but i was raised in such a way. So please forgive me for being cold, or brushing off things that remotely concern any aspect of sadness, fear, anguish, or loss. It is not because i do not think of you as a friend nor that i not care for you in such terms, it is simply because i can not feel anything that resembles those things at all, and therefore i cannot accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, what can one do when he does not feel or understand what another is going through ? Sincerely feel sorry for the person concerned, when you are not even sure why? If i suffer a loss, i do not forget about it, but simply drive myself with an insane obsession to get another thing that copes for that particular loss. If i don't do well in an exam for example, i work, think and do everything possible to win future battles, i do not take into consideration to moan for my initial loss for long. It is instantly forgotten, for i believe i have no control of the past, but the future i can control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird behaviour [ i know it is weird] is predominant in my social life as well. If i am turned down by a girl for example, there would be some inner voice telling me that it is okay, it is her loss and to get myself back together and try again , not to surrender , not to retreat, let alone succumb to feeling sorry for myself. After all, there are many fishes in the sea i would say to myself. So i often find myself slightly ammused when others are quite incapable of doing what i do everyday. I feel sorry for most of them, but unfortunately not as entirely as i hope to, and certainly not to the extent that they hope i am. For this i simply appologise, i am not a man who can do such things. I am sorry. Move on or perish...it is your choice, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to my best friends, this people share virtually the same virtues i do, they do not long for people more than it is absolutely necessary and certainly do not expect me to cradle them. They are capable of standing up for themselves, are emotionally , socially and academically competent [ or incompetent, depending on your perspective, some people consider 'not feeling' as an inablity] lolz. However, i feel most at home with this people, as they resemble me in thought of mind and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my title has so discreetly mentioned i went out for breakfast with two of these best friends. [ the other had a certain, shall we say arrangement with his future wife, and we had to forgive him for not attending]. It all began with a phone call " hey Naveen, are you free for breakfast? come lets go have siu mai , your ' FAVOURITE FOOD' " at sometime at 9 am in the morning knowing full well that i wouldnt have planned anything that early in the morning due to my love to sleep. [ It still creeps me out to think that some people are even awake at this hour on a holiday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove all the way to maluri to have dim sum for breakfast, which was a truly fun thing to do. The shop was packed, difficult to get into, but as usual, we being extraodinarily lucky people, instantly got  seats and ordered a range of dim sum, with the help of my youngest and most talented of my friends. [ the shop asistant only understood chinese, so bear with me, for not ordering]. Bemused that my other friend also kept his resolute peace with the oders [ he did not understand much chinese, despite being one] , i , i mean we simply let our young friend do the talking, simply shaking our head in agreement to whatever he had said. [ to our sheer horror we discovered later that even he did not fully comprehand what he had told the waitress, to our amusement, he had simply mimicked what his parents ordered, and prayed that we liked them].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost kill myself by  laughing every time i go out with these people for this reason. They are hardly predictable and mentally stimulating. We discussed fervently on various topics as we had not met for the past two months, due to persuits of our individual obsessions. We talked about relationships [ "you got new target ah?? tell us about it man" was one of the questions that was posed to me this morning], studies, rogue lecturers, dreams, games [ playstation], and even football. Well they always surpise me each time. My youngest friend, is a year younger than me, and is going after a girl that is two years older than him...all i could say in my mind was " damn !!' and smile to myself [ knowing full well that he has good taste, and she must be really pretty]. So we chatted for hours [ during which i had forgotten about my self imposed alienation, as i was the only brown skinned man for miles], on a range of eye opening things...although i shant mention any that concerns me in this blog as even these friends of mine had said " Naveen!! you have become a player!!"...pfft....*roles his eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about all.....gonna play Playstation at their house now...so cherio, and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall meet on a better day, on a better time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till i blog again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Royal Majesty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah...im vain, but this is my blog, and unless you can use ISA, go figure....i am free to write!! lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8100276330885201571?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8100276330885201571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8100276330885201571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8100276330885201571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8100276330885201571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-with-old-friends.html' title='Breakfast with old friends....'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8126515629068389810</id><published>2008-09-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:20:13.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pics</title><content type='html'>Here are some Pictures that were hilarious...hope you guys enjoy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250704441055141810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN4_3qWoX7I/AAAAAAAAALI/n2vXBDKPQqY/s400/polar+bear+on+ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well...it should have listen to the sign....lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705716846160338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5BB7C6adI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xeql1zuQky8/s400/67f5825abafab3f86f4501bfcec04b11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cool...i love this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250706624410389314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5B2v_Fi0I/AAAAAAAAALY/AeXOTEPI8Ao/s400/good+wife.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A good wife can bring balance in your life...lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250709034714684946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5EDDEaXhI/AAAAAAAAALg/KhS3HksQst8/s400/signs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something i put up on my room...lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250709951800526866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5E4betyBI/AAAAAAAAALo/D4hPklzFK9Q/s400/humor-photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice...does it work on everyone ?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250712414167800738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5HHwg0m6I/AAAAAAAAALw/1-AbvSsQGHM/s400/something-wrong-with-this-banana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes Mr. President, but only if you are a monkey...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713331979339922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5H9LoJSJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SVxg5sxH_F4/s400/sports_humor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who says that size doesn't matter was either being stupid or is lying&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250714207472304322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5IwJF7wMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YzFUJbEkE8k/s400/weatherforecaststone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Duh....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250714789376981474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5JSA20eeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n3cZNs0cOOw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When nothing else helps, lick the armpit...lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250715438463261714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5J3y5DHBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DowkuchBets/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am i that predictable ? lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718503032009618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5MqLTLM5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/t96DoaB6T-U/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note his shoes ! lol...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250720499527110850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5OeY0s0MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mXUdqxFZvtQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even in stressful conditions, learn to dance a little&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250724747972037858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5SVrg5zOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VwDHKOxZBgA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Says alot about women power...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250731326234466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5YUlc4lzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ebFgzZilOkI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250732706068862994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5Zk5vCmBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tBWMtdfscpc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733340809337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5aJ2U9mtI/AAAAAAAAANA/ercbeqaaClU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733623934699682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5aaVDTyKI/AAAAAAAAANI/17YM60YDP_8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733894025282834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN5aqDN7BRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GmdImxFtpCg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha..pictures can say a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8126515629068389810?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8126515629068389810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8126515629068389810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8126515629068389810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8126515629068389810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-pics.html' title='Funny Pics'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SN4_3qWoX7I/AAAAAAAAALI/n2vXBDKPQqY/s72-c/polar+bear+on+ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-199734920428584804</id><published>2008-09-26T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:26:28.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by SARAH LEE ?? !! %##!! lol</title><content type='html'>1. Six people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea [ Deer ass]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germae Phua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yik sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink Ass :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Shapii haziq bin Musa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Six things I'm passionate about... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medicine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glory and Power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;err Playstation ??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manga !! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anime....lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Six things I say TOO often...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DAMN !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*sighs* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bululess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KAPAS !!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloody shit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Six books I've Read recently... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human Anatomy and Physiology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Name of The Wind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Six songs I can Listen to Again and Again... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iris-Goo goo dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss me- Avril lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High- James Blunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samurai X - 1st ending theme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fugunaiya-YUKI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're Beautiful- James Blunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Six Things I learnt in the Past Year... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to make begrudging people angry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I could manage with just an hour of sleep a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realised that i have a back of a 65 year old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysia is soo doomed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procastinating although may be bad, it simply is my way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of people love me! lol...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-199734920428584804?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/199734920428584804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=199734920428584804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/199734920428584804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/199734920428584804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-sarah-lee-lol.html' title='Tagged by SARAH LEE ?? !! %##!! lol'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5578496650761139870</id><published>2008-09-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:51:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Disorders ?</title><content type='html'>Its was the second week of Behavioural Science, and i was sitting on usual  seat upfront, day dreaming while Prof. Hattar gives one of his rare lectures. [ Most of his topics were tought through SCL, ie, he gives his comments, but we the students do the lecture]. So, it was quite a relaxing day, as it was not physically or mentally taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how he had said it, " Everyone has a personality disorder, and most of you can be categorized as one of this five" and i went..." yeah right..try to classify me..". And oh boy he sure did. The symptoms fit like a glove, and being  an adolescent, and having an imaginary audience [ self critism, common to teenagers], i ' terasa abit'. Oh my god, i have the Narcissistic Personality disorder and the type A personality. Here, have a look at the symptoms yourself, and youll understand, why i had come to such a devastating conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a Grandiose sense of self-importance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believes self is special or unique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Requires ecessive admiration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a sense of entitlement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interpersonally exploitative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lacks empathy, is cold and calculative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often envious of others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shows arrogant, haughty behaviours or attitude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type A personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Individuals with this personality type are described as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impatient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excessively time-conscious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insecure about their status&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Highly competitive hostile and aggresive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incapable of relaxation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are often high acheiving individuals who multi task, drive themselves with deadlines and are unhappy with the smallest delays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are described as "stress junkies"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;After he was done reading the symptoms out loud, i went " ALAMAK" loudly in my heart...pfft...Luckily, he said, that most of us [ my batch] were of the Histronic Personality disorder, aka, attention seekers. Anyways here are the symptoms for the most common personality disorders just for fun, maybe some of you guys might have them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suspects without Sufficient basis &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preoccupied with unjustified doubts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reluctant to confide in others because of unwarranted fears. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reads hidden demeaning messages into benign remarks or events. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Persistently bears grudges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure to conform to social norm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deceitful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impulsivity and failure to plan ahaead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irritability and aggressivenes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reckless disregard for safety of self or others, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consistent irresponsibility. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of remorse. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncomfortable when self is not in the centre of attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interaction with others characterised by inappropriate sexually seductive or provocative behaviour. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rapid shifting of shallow emotions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uses physical appearance to draw attention to self.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shows self-dramatisation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easily influenced by others or circumstances (suggestible). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Considers relationships to be more intimate than they actually are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preoccupied with details, rules, lists, order, or schedules to the extent that the major point of the activity is lost. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shows perfectionism that interferes with task completion. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is excessively devoted to work and productivity to the exclusion of leisure and friendships. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unable to discard worn-out or worthless objects. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reluctant to delegate tasks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adopts a miserly spending style. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rigid and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it seems that Phychiatry has some uses...lol, and it is more fun that i had expected..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7121387901597345047-5578496650761139870?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5578496650761139870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5578496650761139870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5578496650761139870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5578496650761139870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/personality-disorders.html' title='Personality Disorders ?'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6071789860396732371</id><published>2008-09-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:33:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Naveen- The Audicity of Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A typical day in medical school starts off at 4 am, where i take my bath, get dressed and quickly run through some desperately needed notes, essential for the upcoming lecture. And if you are wondering, i usually go to bed at 1 am. So do forgive me, for likening waking up so early in the morning, as shooting onself in the foot. The pain is almost unbearable, especially for one who considers sleep as one of life's greatest pleasures..lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after doing some light reading and sorting out some loose ends for my slides and presentation, i leave the hostel at approximately 6.45 am. I would usually walk to the campus, which is located 1.5 km away from my hostel cyberia. Usually at that time, only a few early birds [ literally birds, the kind with two wings and fly] are my companians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accustomed to the gloomy purplish dawn i begin my journey to the campus prepared for another set of gruelling horrors that were carefully planned out by the medical instituition for their students. [ If you guys are wondering, why i dont just drive to campus, it has something to do with a small incident where i nearly hit a motorcyclist]. It takes me around 25 minutes to get to my destination, where soon after, i have my breakfast at Hassans, one of the few mamak stalls in the whole of Cyber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of their terrible service and disgusting food, i draw up some inner courage to quickly swallow their half cooked toisai and rush to class [ they lock the doors at 8 am, and those that dont make it by that time are considered to be absent and i quote ' are advised to go back to sleep' ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the never ending lectures , scl's , presentations and gruelling questions begin. We have to constantly be alert to the subject being discussed , although it is often hardly feasible. To make matters worse, the campus has centralised airconditioning, which has the tendency to create an artificial antartic subzero climate throughout the campus, forcing its many inhabitants to be clothed with thick furry coats. The classes are usually 4 hours in the morning, with a fifteen minute break inbetween, which we would usually use to get out of the campus, for the sheer sake of survival inorder to prevent hypothermia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be followed by our lunch break, which is usually spent wisely, with a short branch [breakfast and lunch] and for some conversation with friends, then i go off for another round of cramming. The thing is, although we are always together with our friends the whole time during the day, and further into the evening, we have very little time to spare for menial tasks, such as talking. Often, i find myself either rushing from one class to another, or discussing fervently with my group members about the upcoming SCL [ Student Centered Learning] or case studies for the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, i would usually be forced to attend ESP [ English for special Purposes] or CHET [ Clinical and Hospital Experience Test] where we learn how to deal with patients, about the 'ideal' body language for a doctor and the many personale involved in the hospital management. All this is usually done in the auditorium, where they have overly comfortable chairs and cosy lighting, and is usually the source of my despair. I had nearly slept off a total of 3 times in class, inspite of my iron will of keeping myself awake. Thank God, i had somehow managed to prevent that from happening, although i had, at times , nearly gone beyond the point of return like many of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at about 5 pm, classes end. And if there are no sport meetings, totally uncessary talks and etc, we are permitted to go home. However, we still have to prepare for our presentation the following day remember? So this is when my friends and i delegate our work. Each person gets at least two questions to do, which may not seem much to a non medical student. But for those who had experienced medical questions, two questions usually excompasses a total of eighty pages of reading or more. To make matters worse, we are usually required to condense this vast amount of knowledge into 2 slides, not missing any major points and aquire all the knowledge fit for each topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around five thirty in the evening, i head home, walking again, while cursing the evening sun. Although i have to admit, walking sure is relaxing, especially if you have gone through so much turmoil during the day. It gives me some time to be with myself, to think. After arriving home, i quickly catch a short nap, and finish my SCL. Then rush for my dinner at around 8 pm, rush back to cyberia and conduct our daily group discussion at 10pm. We usually discuss, for an hour or two, and any time inbetween would be used for cramming more information, in our already crammed minds. At 12 am i go to bed, forcing myself to sleep. To my sheer amusement, one can never force oneself to sleep, no matter how one desperately tries. So i often find my self dozing off an one hour later at 1 am, with the sheer comfort that the next day would be as gruelling as the previous one, and it would begin in three hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267194955046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIJtmzbHLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iCxPGwzH3cE/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messy bed, with notes spread all over the place, pens and other necessary equipment for medical survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247266243092582258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNII2M1uj3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lh_9gz1E0es/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at my reading material, handphone, mp3 player, notes and etc. Ps, the book that you are looking at, the one that is wide open, was totally memorized in a matter of weeks. Three weeks , if im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247266917476382434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIJddHWtuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/seG8CBgSKLQ/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate's bed. What a contrast to my mesy bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267071060139842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIJmZQk30I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NGBYMSeRhyw/s400/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view from my balcony....i know its not much...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267402775149938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIJ5s_mPXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oz3PR0GZl0g/s400/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The auditorium, where i nearly slept off...for a total of 3 times&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267592459600578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIKEvn5QsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nv86wRGE-8s/s400/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was taken when i was sleepy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6071789860396732371?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6071789860396732371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6071789860396732371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6071789860396732371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6071789860396732371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/tour-de-naveen-audicity-of-despair.html' title='Tour de Naveen- The Audicity of Despair'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SNIJtmzbHLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iCxPGwzH3cE/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6162239786338521517</id><published>2008-09-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:43:39.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><content type='html'>One tends to wonder where he might be heading, or frequently question themselves where they ought to go, or where might they belong. We all share a sense of desire to escape from the seemingly endless cycle of continuity. Why are people so? Why do they not behave in the way that I want them to? Why are some people so fanatical, while others choose to despise you with a seasoned and perpetual hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, every one of us will come to ask ourselves this very same foolish question and then we discover, that adversely, there is nothing we can really do about things that would be, or ought to be, and neither can we make people who we want them to be. We can, only determine what we are, and even this only to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not change or rather, I cannot change. Hate me if you must. I shall not despair. Your stares shun the light out my eyes and the warmth out of my heart, alas, I shall not despair. Though my heart grows colder, it has become stronger. You hate fuels me to greater heights for being that has forsaken retreat and surrender, for it is not my way of things. For a man such as I there can only be victory or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair, Victory awaits us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get back to my usual quick witted charming self. All that melancholy doesn’t suit me at all doesn’t it? lol. Anyways, I had just taken my OSPE (Objectively structured Performance Examination) and sat for my finals the previous week. Together, they were worth 60%, while our continuous assessment is worth around 40% (weekly exams, yes you heard me WEEKLY). Anyways, although I seemingly outdid myself in the weekly exams (for a total of 3 weeks) with a score of 88, 85.9 and 89.9, I am however worried about my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because of a simple word called EMBRYOLOGY! (Damn I hate babies), my personal kryptonite of sorts. WHY??? *cries like a baby*. Well, the rest of the subjects weren’t bad at all actually, it was the complete opposite. Although I was virtually devoid of sleep, as soon as the holidays were over, the work was actually a relief. I am sure a lot of you are going, “dude, you are such a workaholic”, and I guess for a certain extent you might be right. Work does give me stress and relief . Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm starting off with behavioral science this week, and I am sorry to say I am, at best , the least bit interested in this subject for a couple of reasons, which I shall elaborate to a great extent for your contentment. First being, that the subject itself is virtually non existent in every other medical school in the world. No one teaches medical students psychiatry especially in an undergraduate course such as MBBS. However, it seems that I have had the misfortune of finding myself a dean that specializes in psychiatry. And people of power, being who they are; need to execute their authority to feel in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, psychiatry is a bunch of mumbo jumbo; half the things they say are either assumptions or crude predictions at best. They study the spiritual aspects of a person and determine whether or not a person is considered matured or not. Well it is certainly possible to roughly determine maturity, but how can we so blatantly assume that it is an accurate science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are its methods of measurements even credible? Can it be reproduced with each consecutive patient the same way other faculties of medicines are capable of? The truth of the matter is, although every psychiatrist might attempt to dispute this, there is a certain incredibility to the very core of the subject, as it is based on random truths and whole lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA…I will never choose to become a psychiatrist ( I’m only aiming to do very well in the subject, by the simple act of imitating whatever they say).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6162239786338521517?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6162239786338521517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6162239786338521517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6162239786338521517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6162239786338521517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4538991915589525805</id><published>2008-08-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:45:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/seven.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake.&lt;br /&gt;Operating on a different wavelength, most people don't know you that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion.&lt;br /&gt;So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations.&lt;br /&gt;You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&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/7121387901597345047-4538991915589525805?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4538991915589525805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4538991915589525805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4538991915589525805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4538991915589525805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/08/expression-number.html' title='Expression Number'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8770279570043077234</id><published>2008-08-02T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:41:57.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had just taken the critically acclaimed Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) personality test, and i think what it says about me is quite true. If any of you guys want to take the test for yourslef, just google MBTI ( Myers-Briggs Type Indicator). Anyways, here is what i got....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging by Marina Margaret Heiss&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the broadest terms, what INTJs "do" tends to be what they "know". Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous INTJs&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dan Aykroyd (The Blues Brothers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Susan B. AnthonyArthur Ashe, tennis champion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Augustus Caesar (Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;William J. Bennett, "drug czar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;William F. Buckley, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jr.Raymond Burr (Perry Mason, Ironsides)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chevy Chase (Cornelius Crane) (Fletch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phil Donahue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Dukakis, governor of Mass., 1988 U.S. Dem. pres. candidate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Greg Gumbel, television sportscaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hannibal, Carthaginian military leader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Veronica Hamel (Hill Street Blues)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angela Lansbury (Murder, She Wrote)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orel Leonard Hershiser, IV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peter Jennings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charles Everett Koop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ivan Lendl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C. S. Lewis (The Chronicles of Narnia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joan Lunden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edwin Moses, U.S. olympian (hurdles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Martina Navratilova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charles Rangel, U. S. Representative, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D-N.Y.Pernell Roberts (Bonanza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger, Governor of California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Josephine Tey (Elizabeth Mackintosh), mystery writer (Brat Farrar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rudy Giuliani, former New York City mayor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld, US Secretary of Defense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General Colin Powell, US Secretary of State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lance Armstrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Richard Gere (Pretty Woman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katie Couric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U.S. Presidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chester A. Arthur&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Coolidge&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;James K. Polk&lt;br /&gt;Woodrow Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fictional: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cassius (Julius Caesar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gandalf the Grey (J. R. R. Tolkein's Middle Earth books)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Professor Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes' nemesis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ensign Ro (Star Trek--the Next Generation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Hamlet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;George Smiley, John le Carre's master spy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clarice Starling (Silence of the Lambs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8770279570043077234?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8770279570043077234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8770279570043077234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8770279570043077234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8770279570043077234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/08/intj.html' title='INTJ'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1290253061203062541</id><published>2008-07-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:00:59.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funny But Truthful Cartoons</title><content type='html'>1. Fathers Of Malaysia...err except the last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6H3H62jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EfWy55gX6h0/s1600-h/cartoonkini2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229235655317051954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6H3H62jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EfWy55gX6h0/s320/cartoonkini2.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. Pirates of Selat Melaka ( outdid Pirates of the carribean in Malaysian Boxoffice)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229235653285719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6HvjnLyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mQgl3IlqFu0/s320/cartoonkini1.png" border="0" /&gt;3. Well this just goes to show, even BN has a basic package for Malaysians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6HwhF8XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NS9qWNeGlRw/s1600-h/cartoonkini3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229235653543588210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6HwhF8XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NS9qWNeGlRw/s320/cartoonkini3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. After Tarzan, here comes Sammzan. (Malaysia, the land where the monkeys rule)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6IOJELKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Vammw_R427s/s1600-h/cartoonkini4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229235661495872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6IOJELKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Vammw_R427s/s320/cartoonkini4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. Top notch traffic, we must be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6IQDJbBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xyqfZEv5H1c/s1600-h/cartoonkini5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229235662007921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6IQDJbBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xyqfZEv5H1c/s320/cartoonkini5.png" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 . Freedom for Corruption! Who needs freedom of speech?? Its soo overated..pfftt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229237505706833170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH7zkXONRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/k-2vjbyjbNY/s320/CARTOONKINI6.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Hidup Bloggers!! HIDUP BLOGGERS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229238234035926818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH8d9maNyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OzZZfTTu1xQ/s320/cartoonkini7.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Malaysian's Finest Public Servents....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229238533433900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH8vY8cvWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K1wBHwgW1OM/s320/cartoonkini8.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1290253061203062541?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1290253061203062541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1290253061203062541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1290253061203062541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1290253061203062541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-funny-but-truthful-cartoons.html' title='Some Funny But Truthful Cartoons'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJH6H3H62jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EfWy55gX6h0/s72-c/cartoonkini2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-410369467763405329</id><published>2008-07-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:51:06.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things That I'm looking Forward To!</title><content type='html'>1. Stethoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228834567815242578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCNVfvpI1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0BaSLE4mNg4/s320/stethoscope+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeay, im getting one probably as early as next week! Anyways, why do some of you guys think that i already have one??? HMMPHM???? Although im a little jelous of those people who are heading to IMU though! They get to choose their colours! I bet im only going to get the standard black!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.Brisingr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228838719498926786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCRHJ-KusI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qW_rWpdvgmo/s320/brisingr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, Christopher Paolini third sequel to Eragon is coming out SOON!! ( On september). It was supposed to be a trilogy, but apparently he overdid it/overwrote it ( my problem when im writing, cant seem to stop), so instead of a trilogy, its gonna be four books. They separated the third book into book three and four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.The Wise Man's Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228841211793555250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCTYOfgvzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zweAMbFUGvc/s320/The+wise+man%27s+fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is Patrick Rothfuss's sequel to In The Name Of The Wind! And his previous book was simply fantastic! I guess you are wondering why havent i gotten my clutches on it right? Well the thing is, although it has already been released on May this year, i cant seem to find it in MPH! God the new management sure are slow at updating their books! Pffft!! I Wanna read it NOW!! * Cant live without reading!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Iron Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229027300025197810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJE8n_LSZPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gYCAE_5u3jE/s320/Iron+angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alan Campbell's much expected sequel to the Novel Scar Night. Scar Night has a boring beginning, but it progressed splendidly. So i have no complains whatsoever about the book. although the hero is kinda week and useless, the plot is compelling. It is like a mystery wrapped in an enigma! However, due to my severe unfortune of living in Malaysia, the book , although it has been released throughout the world, cant be found here! So much for MPH,pffft....., every time i check, Iron Angel by Alan Campbell, stock-0!! ( why cant the update their books for once!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Evangelion 1.0 ( You Are Not Alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229031735624990802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFAqLEsAFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gZD9CEz2M_0/s320/evangelion+1.0.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;Oh yea!! Evangelion 1.0 is out!! YEAY!! The thing about evangelion is, it has an overly complex plot, even near the ending i didnt fully understand what Eva was, and the protaganist, Shinji Ikari, is such a weakling, but even so, there is something really interesting about evangelion. Disturbingly interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. House MD Season 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229034395045319314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFDE-L50pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/k3JqL3Y7z3s/s320/housemd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cant wait for season 5 to come out! I watched season 4 till the end with the help of torrents! lol. Anyways, season 5 is rumored to come out on september!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Obama Vs Maccain ( US Election)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229036045201326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFElBfwQnI/AAAAAAAAAII/MdFFOALlXrA/s320/mccain_obama_0329.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;The question that im quite sure would pop up in your mind is, why do you care so much about the US political events? Well the thing is, there a two answers to that, the first being, no matter how we try to deny it, a large portion of our economy and well being depends on whatever occurs there, and watching any electoral process is fun in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;8. Anwar Ibrahim Vs Najib Razak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229038806255687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFHFvOaV_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Uq21SrDW99E/s320/Najib+Vs+Anwar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well the battle againts Anwar and Najib is really one to look foward for! After all it concerns the Prime Minister To Be ( aka Altantuyaa C4) and The Malaysian Defacto Prime Minister ( Anwar Ibrahim). So when is this battle going to take place? Well according to DSAI ( Datuk Sri Anwar Ibrahim) he is gonna take over Malaysia by September 16, but it depends wether Najib can fend off Altantuyaa's Ghost and pressure the fabricated liwat case on Anwar. So where is the so called real Malaysian Prime Minister in all this ruckus? Well he is working "HARD" *points down*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229045246794154866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFM8oGcQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tm8W9MR-ecM/s320/pak_lah_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;9. Mx0 Sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229046718808700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFOSTyDtJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHWgXdR_pAw/s320/mx0.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;Mx0 was such a nice manga! The author had such a zest in his work, and i have sincerely no idea, why they decided to end it soo prematurely! I mean even bleach gets to continue, and it has become sooo boring recently ( at the beginning it was damn interesting). I hope they come up with a sequel soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Chuck Season 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048394602264530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJFPz2mYN9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ar--SMVtRA0/s320/chuck.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well season 2 for NBC's Chuck is coming out this September! And i cant wait! Mostly cause i like the the actress! She is SOO PRETTY!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-410369467763405329?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/410369467763405329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=410369467763405329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/410369467763405329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/410369467763405329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-things-that-im-looking-forward.html' title='Top Ten Things That I&apos;m looking Forward To!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCNVfvpI1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0BaSLE4mNg4/s72-c/stethoscope+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7650815945229765223</id><published>2008-07-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:05:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Poem ! Hell YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCCkxLINRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r-7fossSxf8/s1600-h/Dragon+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228822735564059922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCCkxLINRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r-7fossSxf8/s320/Dragon+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the unquenchable Fire, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The center of all energy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stout heroic heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am truth and light, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hold power and glory in my sway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My presence Disperses dark clouds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tame the Fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the Dragon.&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/7121387901597345047-7650815945229765223?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7650815945229765223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7650815945229765223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7650815945229765223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7650815945229765223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/dragon-poem-hell-yeah.html' title='Dragon Poem ! Hell YEAH!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SJCCkxLINRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r-7fossSxf8/s72-c/Dragon+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6886207233526189192</id><published>2008-07-29T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:46:09.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon voyage holiday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good things, being what they are somewhat rare. And to make matters even worse, they are seem rather short, no matter their actual lenght( one month can seem like a week, 3 months can seem like a month and so forth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess the reason behind this is, that when you are having fun, or not doing anything in particular ( ie, not working or maxing out your stress level) things go very fast. It seems like only yesterday that my beautiful holidays had begun. Now i do aknowlegde that some of you have come to regard this long holiday that we have been blessed with, as a bore or moanfully dull. Although i do agree, that most of us ( with exceptions to a certain gifted few who went on holidays *im being sore*) have had nothing much to do during our holidays (due to our friends starting their semesters early, or due to our oddly timed terms), a significantly large portion of our holiday has been spent either sleeping or lepaking ( sleeping more so than lepaking in my case).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, i am going to miss this holiday, as it has always been my case that work has always seemed imminent. Alas , uni is going to start again soon, and im NOT READY YET!! NOO!!! ( so dramatic no?). I mean, why in the world does CUCMS need to start soo early ( on the 7th of august)?? Even IMU doesnt start till the 21st! Well so much for complaining though. It looks like the exam seasons are coming back and so are the excruciating wars and battles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyhows, im finally getting that sthethoscope though, YEAY! ( Although when you think about it, it's not really worth this much sacrifice). Anyways, this is a map to CUCMS and some pictures of my college, ( when you think about it, i havent written much regarding my college, so here goes nothing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228348978709607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SI7TsfXDNXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0OiDII0RhwI/s320/CUCMSmap2.gif" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side View of the Campus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228354729360184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SI7Y7OM_VcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OJnbl15i33c/s320/campus+side+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campus front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228356192046874578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SI7aQXIq_9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zx02AWqmfMg/s320/Campus+front+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auditorium&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228356894380217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SI7a5Ph_VGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kkGplhQnwOE/s320/Auditorium+Campus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Err thats about it, i ran out of photos on my campus. So if you guys are interested in my university or simply curious, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.cybermed.edu.my/cucms/c/Welcome"&gt;http://www.cybermed.edu.my/cucms/c/Welcome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thats it for now, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May peace be with you till i blog again,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-6886207233526189192?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/6886207233526189192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=6886207233526189192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6886207233526189192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6886207233526189192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/bon-voyage-holiday.html' title='Bon voyage holiday !'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SI7TsfXDNXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0OiDII0RhwI/s72-c/CUCMSmap2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3931930115078300529</id><published>2008-07-26T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:58:43.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon God Rebirth</title><content type='html'>Well, as you guys have noticed,&lt;br /&gt;i have done some modifications to my blog...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Version 2.0 * as stated in my moto, here be dragons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope you guys like my new blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored to death,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3931930115078300529?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3931930115078300529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3931930115078300529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3931930115078300529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3931930115078300529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/dragon-god-rebirth.html' title='Dragon God Rebirth'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-805699219454745419</id><published>2008-07-24T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:53:52.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germae's revenge !!</title><content type='html'>Germae....note the title...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Music Shuffle Meme&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes/ music player/ phone on Shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must put down the song name no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to the meme themselves.&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;1.What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;   A Little less conversation- Elvis Presley ( Hmm, i guess it does describe my personality, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;   My chemical romance- I dont love you anymore? ( gosh...i like romantic girls i guess, or&lt;br /&gt;   that i dont do love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;    John lennon - Imagine ( hmm....must be day dreaming today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;    Iris - Goo goo dolls  ( giving up forever to love someone is my life's purpose?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;    Beat It - Micheal Jackson. ( Yeah thats right! BEat it Freaks!) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;   King of the whole wide world - Elvis Presley ( OMG this song seriously came up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;  Smooth Criminal- Micheal Jackson ( MY PARENTS ARE NOT CRIMINALS!!) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;   Ever the same- Rob thomas ( i always think about the same thing i guess .. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;   You're beautiful- James Blunt ?? ( sorry adrian...but i dont see how you can be beautiful) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What do you think of your crush?&lt;br /&gt;      What I've done - Linkin Park ( she still blames me for what i have done) HMMPHM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;     In the deep - Bird york ( looking for answers to rest your heart upon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;     Carry You Home- James Blunt ( i guess i want to carry someone home when i grow up) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What do you think when you see your crush?&lt;br /&gt;     Asterisk- orange range ( Asterisk= star, she is a star i suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;     Rolling Stars- Yui  ( So they think im a rolling star??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do strangers think of you?&lt;br /&gt;     I feel Good- James Brown ( People think that im feeling good all the time? HELL YEAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;     I will survive- Gloria Gaynor ( i bet people still think that i can even survive death)lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;     Its gonna rain-Samurai X ( Well i must be praying for rain cause i cant dance)lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;     Everything - Michael Buble ( I like everything. YEAY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;     Goodbye my lover - James Blunt ( Gosh....do i really love them THAT MUCH ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What song do you listen to when you are sad?&lt;br /&gt;      Hero's come back- Naruto Opening ( Such a spirited song !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What song do you air guitar to?&lt;br /&gt;     Im Still Here-Goo goo dolls (Nice song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What should be your signature karaoke song?&lt;br /&gt;      Little Wonders-Rob thomas ( no comments) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your greatest desire?&lt;br /&gt;      Sunshine on my Shoulder- John denver (err..? thats my greatest desire?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What does next year have in store for you?&lt;br /&gt;      My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne (OMG...i dont want an ending yet, no matter how happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What's your outlook on life?&lt;br /&gt;      Hotel California-The eagles ( i guess i was ment to live in penthouses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;      Dont cry out loud -Melissa Manchester ( dying without crying out loud?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;     Top of the world-The Carpenters ( err no idea what it means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.The best advice you will ever get&lt;br /&gt;      Live Like You were dying-Tim McGraw (Cool, nice advise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What will I be doing for the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;      Aoi no Requiem-Tsubokura Yuiko ( Well...thats medical school for yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What do you think of the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;      Burning Love-Elvis Presley ( what the hell? Germae is burning with love?? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What will your future mother-in-law be like?&lt;br /&gt;      Nobody knows it but me- Baby Face ( so i guess im the only one who knows wat my mother &lt;br /&gt;      in law is like eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What is the favourite song of the doctor who will help deliver your baby?&lt;br /&gt;      Ready steady go - Fullmetal Alchemist ( omg...that explains alot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.If you wrote a book, what would it be about?&lt;br /&gt;      I can see clearly now- Bob marly/Jimmy cliff ( writing about rain i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.What sort of world ruler would you be?&lt;br /&gt;      Heart of the sword- Samurai X ( cruel ruler who rules with swords!! YEAY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Will you ever get a dog or cat?&lt;br /&gt;      Hero-Enrique Iglesias ( err??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.What would you say at your Oscar/Nobel prize acceptance speech?&lt;br /&gt;      Piano Man- Billy joel ( i guess ill sing to them instead of giving a speach huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.What is your superpower?&lt;br /&gt;      High-James Blunt (err...terribly high powers? or can i fly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Why are you attracted to enigmatic brooders?&lt;br /&gt;      Fast Car-Tracy Chapman (????????)&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;Cool tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag the 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrea ( deer ass)&lt;br /&gt;2.Pinky (pink ass)&lt;br /&gt;3.Sarah Lee (platypus :p)&lt;br /&gt;4.Noor Shaafi Haziq&lt;br /&gt;5.Yik Sheng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-805699219454745419?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/805699219454745419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=805699219454745419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/805699219454745419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/805699219454745419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/germaes-revenge.html' title='Germae&apos;s revenge !!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8372417460556432519</id><published>2008-07-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:19:30.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, this time by deer ass *HAHA*</title><content type='html'>1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 11.20 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 178 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Bandar Sri Damansara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks:&lt;br /&gt;Lime Juice, Teh tarik and many can drinks ( I know, i know...they are not good for health, but i dont smoke, i dont drink, and i dont do drugs. So i am giving a reason for god to kill me..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;English breakfast ( im copying deer ass's answer cause i also enjoy english breakfast!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?:&lt;br /&gt;Yup love boarding planes, although one particular trip scared the shit out of me though.&lt;br /&gt;( when we experienced turbulance while we were flying )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;br /&gt;Ocean nope. Does anyone seriously swim in oceans ?? Crazy ah? But i have swam in seas before.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school:&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never !! Although i almost dozed off in a Pengajian Malaysia Class after Midterm ( cause i didnt sleep at all the previous night, crash coursing one sem worth of reading material) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart:&lt;br /&gt;Yup...*smiles sinisterly*. Most probably broke tana's heart, and a few other people. Too many to remember actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;br /&gt;Yup, once. When i was thinking hard about something, and forgot that i was slantng my chair....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;br /&gt;No...never done that before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved emails?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i used to. But that person has begun to hate me too. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like:&lt;br /&gt;Square. White wall, shelves with lots off books *seriously alot*, one bed , study table, plus my weird study lamp, trusty laptop, pillows, and play station 2, gameboy advance * which stoped working!! why?? Why did you have to die on me??*, comforter and aircond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you:&lt;br /&gt;My handphone. * winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate:&lt;br /&gt;Siu mai ( the food, not mei wei), just being specific cause she happens to have tonnes of fans. Who might attempt to kill me, if i ate her...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never. Had measels though. But i have managed to escape from the latter till now. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yup....often enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope, never. And i hope i never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Err, i dont know. Cant say i do. But i would like too. lol...Oh Where art thee my other half ?? ) winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics:&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not a particular fan of picnics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was, were the last person you danced with:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i cant dance. At least deer ass doesnt dance....but i seriously cant...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile:&lt;br /&gt;My uncles...lol...( My aunties tell them , that they behave like teenagers) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at:&lt;br /&gt;My sis. She pisses me off on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: Nope. ( three nopes in a row) WOW...lol&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone:&lt;br /&gt;Yes...but i cant mention her name....haha...* makes you wanna die of curiosity right ??* lol&lt;br /&gt;Eat: Didnt eat really well today, cause i lost my appetite. Not a particular fan of food anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;Winning....practically anything actually. OMG Andrea...cant believe you love to pee. Tahan kencing somemore!! * its not good you know!!* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never have and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed:&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of books....theres that anatomy book that i planned on reading, tonnes of story books ( seriously....there is a huge pile there), comics and many other books. Gosh...must listen to my mum, and actually clean the stuff under there sometime. * then again maybe not now* ( thats procastination for you) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate:&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the malaysia politicians, negative people, and emotional people ( girls excluded....its the boys i cant stand. Its just something about crybaby boys that pisses me off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 1.55 a.m. ( omg...im slower than Deer ass !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.....one that a stubborn ass!! And unforgiving as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;None that i like enough to mention again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children:&lt;br /&gt;Err...difficult question. I dont even think i want to get married! But then again one child wouldnt be too bad, or two. ( Preferably girls.....wanna pamper them like nobodies bussiness....lol). Omg....deer ass wants to have a softball team worth of children....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often:&lt;br /&gt;Err...average i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: Yup....its unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: Why would i wanna do that ? * wiggles his toes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Err...no thanks...ill stick to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: Blue number 7 midfield shirt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;I cant quite remember, but i was most probably either watching tv, surfing the internet or was out to play badminton. Holidays are seriously a bore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till: I can work in America or Canada ! * and earning big bugs* *bite me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last:&lt;br /&gt;Err...i think it was when i was 5 years old, or 4.....cant quite remember. I think it was when my pet rabbit died. Something like that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person:&lt;br /&gt;Only when im hyper, or there is something interesting going on. Otherwise im dead unfriendly. Prefer to be by myself most of the time. Although being with friends and family is kinda okay though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;Nope, all my pets died. ( No idea why !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?:&lt;br /&gt;No idea where she is....Perhaps she could even be in Japan for all i know. Or maybe UK ? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now:&lt;br /&gt;Err no? Was holding my idiot cousins hand. ( he is six, and hyper......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?:&lt;br /&gt;Again, no way.... I mean who sleeps with the tv on ?? But i do know people who sleeps with music on. lol. Two of my housemates do that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, used to do it all the time when i was young. The window was used as a secret escape by my sis and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes....depending on the situation though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I rarely forgive people that piss me off. But im rarely pissed off anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?:&lt;br /&gt;Mother...my dad grumbles quite often, and my mum lets me get away with almost murder. So yea...my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? The vet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?:&lt;br /&gt;Err, there is my family ( 3), my two uncles (2), my cousin brothers ( 3) and someone i cant mention...haha. So that will be around 9 people ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?:&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. I never eat healthy....haha. I drink can drinks almost every day ( Aaron told me off for doing that today....hmm....im going to be the doctor and the pharmacist is advising me...lol). I dont eat any, I MEAN ANY, vegetables at all. I dont eat anything that had spent its lifetime in the water, such as fish, crab, prawns and stuff. *Im not weird okay!! Even Tun Mahathir doesnt eat fish!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?:&lt;br /&gt;No , I dont have an ex...hope i never do...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never. Stick and stones may hurt my bones but words can never hurt me. Try asking this to Tana though, and he will tell you over a million such incidents..lol...* joking only*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad. Then my best friend....although i might try to solve a great deal by myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Laud and quiet, depending on the situation. Laud, when there is something interesting....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, almost certainly. * Ask anyone that knows me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing all sorts of things...ice and fire, racing , climbing rooftops, finding for mushrooms, breaking into empty houses * we use to do that, and imagine it to be our fort*. Making girls cry....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Studying in Sekolah Kebangsaan Menjalara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walking around with my granny. I used to be a restless child, with never ending questions. Why this and why that....bless my grandmother, she used to patiently explain to me everything without getting irritated even once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Being close to Aqeem ( he used to be my neighbour), Tai loong ( oh yes, he used to be around even ten years ago), Shah, Tai san ( we used to call him dirty t- shirt, cause he always came to play with a dirty shirt, and tai loong green t shirt, cause he came to play with a green one), Vinsten and jason, yoges and prisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Annoy chong kar yan. She used to chase me with a bottle, and use it to hantam me , without mercy. * now that i think about it, Tana reminds me of her...lol* *Just joking tana, dont kill me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fill up my application form...*been putting that off for awhile..lol)&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish this tag...OMG deer ass, this is seriously super long.....tag maraton and i have astma you know!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Read comics on one manga&lt;br /&gt;5. Sms Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prinkles potato chips&lt;br /&gt;2. Twix&lt;br /&gt;3. Dried sotong&lt;br /&gt;4. Rainbow aiscream...paddle pop...lol&lt;br /&gt;5. chendol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Build a hospital, and set up a huge company, and make sure that my name becomes a household name.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a Manshion and luxury cars&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out of our country&lt;br /&gt;4. Order breakfast from France, and have it flown to me. * Just because i can*&lt;br /&gt;5. Own an island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being addicted to can drinks. ( yes aaron....i know they are gonna kill me...sheesh, dont need to repeat yourself...lol)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wasting food, unlike the african people&lt;br /&gt;3. Procastinating stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Like to annoy certain people, and ruthlessly point out why they are sooo wrong ( should have gone with saddistic)&lt;br /&gt;5. Not washing my feet when I come home from outside (yes i do it too...lol....my mum kills me each time i do though....something about bringing ghosts into your house superstition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bandar Sri Damansara ( my home... :p)&lt;br /&gt;2. Desa jaya&lt;br /&gt;3. Malacca&lt;br /&gt;4. Cyberjaya&lt;br /&gt;5. Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.-&lt;br /&gt;2.-&lt;br /&gt;3.-&lt;br /&gt;4.-&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never worked a day in my life...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah Lee Wei ling !! ( omg....you gonna suffer doing this )&lt;br /&gt;2. Adrian Ng&lt;br /&gt;3. Germae Phua&lt;br /&gt;4. Yik sheng&lt;br /&gt;5. Noor shaafii haziq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8372417460556432519?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8372417460556432519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8372417460556432519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8372417460556432519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8372417460556432519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-this-time-by-deer-ass-haha.html' title='Tagged, this time by deer ass *HAHA*'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1244163863566587875</id><published>2008-07-07T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:53:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block....a contagious disease !!</title><content type='html'>As my title has so discreetly mentioned, WRITERS BLOCK IS A CONTAGIOUS DISEASE !!&lt;br /&gt;Beware, as i am just recovering from my so called inability to write well. Contracted the so called infectious disease from An Adrian Ng Tze Leong ( who has been out of the blogging world, ever since he fell in love) and A Sarah Lee Wei Ling ( who has been deemed lost to the gaming world, or as the police put it, is currently in their missing person's list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the long holidays have begun, and i have, as usual nothing to do. ( YEAY!! Just the way i like it!! 24 hours of sleep for a total of 30 plus days). Although going out for movies and badminton once in a while is rather refreshing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to tell you the truth, things have been going pretty smoothly. First there was the my uncle's, Krishna Kumar's glamourous wedding, which i might add was pretty interesting. I managed to prank him, A payback for 18 years of his miserable jokes. First there was the teasing part, as he was bloody nervous...hmm * he was holding his crotch*, my aunty must be pretty ganas. Made me wonder, did he decide to marry under duress ?? * Joking , Joking, dont kill me!* Anyways, I wish to congratulate you and your wife, and hope the two of you enjoy marital bliss. Ps, hope you guys have 10 children !! * Again, joking only!! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was badminton with Aaron, Adrian , Chen and Eddy! This was the part of my holiday that was totally unexpected !! OMG Chen Ike Leon HAS A GIRLFRIEND!! NOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;* My first thoughts were...are you kidding?? No way!! He has beaten me AGAIN!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike one : He is younger than me!! ( SO UNFAIR MAN!! I VOW TO LIVE LONGER THAN U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike Two : He is Taller than me!! ( genetics are so unfair *see, i didnt blame god*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike Three *YOUR OUT!!* : He HAS A GIRLFRIEND ?? *NOOOO!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to become single, old and grumpy doctors together. First there were five, now there is only one!! lol. Although, i am sincerely happy for you chenny !! Ps, she is kinda pretty. Congrats brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, almost forgot, if anyone is interested in a clerical position in A church in BSD ( dont know which one, but i think there are only two, so go figure) please contact me. They are looking for any school leavers, preferably girls by the age of 18 to 19. The pay is around Rm 1200 a month, and its normal working hours ( whatever that means...no idea...ask them !!). So if anyone is interested at all, please contact me at 0173221671. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, there are no interesting pictures this time cause my laptop's Fn key suddenly stopped working. So i cant seem to turn my blue tooth on, so once i manage to fix the problem, i will add some photos of the wedding. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Disturbed Writer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1244163863566587875?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1244163863566587875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1244163863566587875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1244163863566587875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1244163863566587875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/07/writers-blocka-contagious-disease.html' title='Writers Block....a contagious disease !!'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5578724496645763354</id><published>2008-06-29T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:39:24.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again...(by sarah.)</title><content type='html'>LoL....i even copied her title...*Bite me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stethoscope !! * I WANNA, I WANNA* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family mostly, although not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES !! YES!! I AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Hayden Panettiere. And YOU * Insert name here* of course!! ( im a loving person, what can i say??) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you have a dream come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll marry someone who looks like the girls mentioned above.....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....again...yes and no. Sometimes i suppose. Depends on the angle of sunlight, really. Rainbows dont occur everytime it rains you know! On the religious aspect, however, i have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What's your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same as last year. To be the best at everything, or die trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you believe in eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Nothing last forever, and if something did, i must say, i feel absolutely sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Have you ever broken a person's heart that he/she wanted to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, several times in fact, with pleasing results. I could name you a few if you like....lol...cowards who attempt to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory!! hmm....is this a feeling in the first place?? lol... if not, ill go with Sarah's cliche answer...happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What are the requirements for your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!! I have prepared a long list of requirements for my other half ever since i was six!! ( Thats well prepaered for you, it also explains why i am single and happy.....lol). Well she must be as tall as my shoulder ( specific arent i??), kind, caring, smart ( considerably, i cant tolerate foolishness for long), able to argue well ( i like girls who can stand for themselves), good at everything she does, has a sense of humour, be pretty and of course she must love me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helplessness....hmm...sarah doesn't like being angry....who knew...?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends. I wish i could say yes, but im pretty reckless with this sort of things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What do you want to do in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world, be influential, powerful, and accquire considerable wealth. No need for music though.....i'll settle for my media player. ( just click play, and it plays!!) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, PS2 ( yea....until i get a ps3 lol)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How did you feel last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly....evil....mischevious ( was gonna play a prank on my uncle in his wedding...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who do hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.When do you think the world will end ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a meteor strikes, or Global warming causes us to drown, or the sun dies......or when Godzilla returns. ( I believe sarah had a better answer...i cant think of a good one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The world ends tomorrow. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..definately not pray....maybe something crazy, like drifting , robbing a bank...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What do you think of the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platypus, snatcher, shy, always not around, mugs for exams ( hmm....im sure some of you are going " you do it too bro'....), a frequent visitor of public toilets *winks*........what else?? A constant user of wikipidea....hmm...i think that should suffice....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you want to know right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to gain infinate Power, money, and knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add 4 people in your list and list them out at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yik Sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Shaafi Haziq&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germae Phua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adrian Ng Tze Leong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5578724496645763354?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5578724496645763354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5578724496645763354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5578724496645763354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5578724496645763354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-againby-sarah.html' title='Tagged again...(by sarah.)'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8495590505861797490</id><published>2008-06-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:52:18.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of my name??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Naveen Sritharan Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/7121387901597345047-8495590505861797490?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8495590505861797490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8495590505861797490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8495590505861797490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8495590505861797490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/06/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='The meaning of my name??'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5892152632711890427</id><published>2008-06-17T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:30:23.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a thin film of bacteria on it.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Mercedes-Benz motto is “Das Beste oder Nichts” meaning “the best or nothing”.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Titanic was the first ship to use the SOS signal.&lt;br /&gt;7. The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;8. The average person who stops smoking requires one hour less sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;10. The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;11. Dalmatians are born without spots.&lt;br /&gt;12. Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.&lt;br /&gt;13. The ‘v’ in the name of a court case does not stand for ‘versus’, but for ‘and’ (in civil proceedings) or ‘against’ (in criminal proceedings).&lt;br /&gt;14. Men’s shirts have the buttons on the right, but women’s shirts have the buttons on the left.&lt;br /&gt;15. The owl is the only bird to drop its upper eyelid to wink. All other birds raise their lower eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;16. The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it’s already been digested by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;17. Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks.&lt;br /&gt;18. The color blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release calming hormones.&lt;br /&gt;19. Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart.&lt;br /&gt;21. The verb “cleave” is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.&lt;br /&gt;22. When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red.&lt;br /&gt;23. When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.&lt;br /&gt;24. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle was built in 1903, and used a tomato can for a carburetor.&lt;br /&gt;25. The lion that roars in the MGM logo is named Volney.&lt;br /&gt;26. Google is actually the common name for a number with a million zeros.&lt;br /&gt;27. Switching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying jag of Flapan, instead of flag of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;28. It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make a film about it.&lt;br /&gt;29. The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples.&lt;br /&gt;30. There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;31. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;32. Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death.&lt;br /&gt;33. It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole body.&lt;br /&gt;34. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game.&lt;br /&gt;36. The only part of the body that has no blood supply is the cornea in the eye. It takes in oxygen directly from the air.&lt;br /&gt;37. Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die.&lt;br /&gt;38. In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch (and make it look like itis smiling).&lt;br /&gt;39. Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command “go hang yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;40. The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning its head are the rabbit and the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;41. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;42. The average person laughs 13 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you know the names of the three wise monkeys? They are:Mizaru(See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru(Speak no evil)&lt;br /&gt;44. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;45. German Shepherds bite humans more than any other breed of dog.&lt;br /&gt;46. Large kangaroos cover more than 30 feet with each jump.&lt;br /&gt;47. Whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the speed of sound.&lt;br /&gt;48. Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a             slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.&lt;br /&gt;49. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural cause.&lt;br /&gt;50. The human heart creates enough pressure while pumping to squirt blood 30 feet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5892152632711890427?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5892152632711890427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5892152632711890427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5892152632711890427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5892152632711890427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5780880468639902756</id><published>2008-05-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:36:02.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you realised recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i was gonna get my stethoscope pretty soon?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try, but i dont kiss and tell...*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the blog buddies you would take with you? Why?Blog buddies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, Haiden panettiere, Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Love Hewitt....well...for obvious reasons i suppose, If you were going to be stranded on a deserted island, you might as well take some pretty ladies along...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.if you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i would have infinate powers inorder to rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, if it was figuratively, then yes, as i would expect some good fortune ( rainbow) after going turbulent times (rain). However, if the question was ment literally, then no. Rainbows do not necessarily occur eveytime after it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sanity, mind, and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the country permanently to a place of my choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not, im too afraid to lose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Best Playstation game that you have ever bought?&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom hearts 1 and 2, and god of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she must be witty, smart, and pretty. Oh , and she must be kind and able to argue alot....(seriously)...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish and sensitive people, who go around believing that they are always the victims. Oh yeah, hate people who are only there when they need you...( patronizing people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become the head of diagnostic medicine and cardiology, a reknowned politician, and built a hospital...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....i believe that i was born without faults, and if i did , i would prefer to live oblivious to them. * Explains my deranged behaviour doesnt it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, hate shopping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatcher (sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tendency to doubt my own abilities?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That our school uniforms were sexy....come on people, have you people ever seen the japanese school uniforms. I think most people have forgotten the meaning of sexy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, disappointed, contented, powerless, loveless, and arrogant.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i tag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adrian Ng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abry Farah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;germae&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pau cheong ping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yik sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Shaafi Haziq&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juwaidi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harvind Ganese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5780880468639902756?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5780880468639902756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5780880468639902756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5780880468639902756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5780880468639902756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/05/instructions-remove-one-question-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-6539134278168599131</id><published>2008-03-22T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:26:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Class 5A of SMK BSD 2006</title><content type='html'>I miss you guys la, we were such a frEAKING MAD CLASS...LOL, none of the teachers thought that any of us would make it, their gold child was 4A, and yet we did better than them. Their recent SPM result was testament to their inferiority, to us, although we screwed up, pretty much everything in the school, we had something going on didnt we? lol....well here are updates for some of our classmates ( my classmates) and what they have been up to.....( to my level of understanding , you can correct me if i am wrong). In order of appearence ( that is in order of appearence in my friendster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aziza ( our class monitor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180606146538199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U1152dV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/BgxfZjC3Hm8/s320/Aziza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is doing her mariculation with Chia houy, in malacca. A great monitor, she was...she used to let us get away with almost everything......and always took ourside although the teachers used to lament us as the dirtiest, noisest and most disgusting class....lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180606992646756338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U2nJ2dV_I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZZ5YPNlNHD8/s320/Andrea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Andrea, or as i used to call her, deer ass ( dont ask why, i forgot, seriously....). She used to smile alot ( although i am willing to bet a fortune that she still does). Most kindest girl you will ever meet...lol....Anyways Andrea, if you are reading this, i am obliged to tell you that Harvind was having dirty thoughts about you when i last met him.....lol....Oh almost forgot, she is in Help, doing mass com i think......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Tai Choo Jiat ( Joanne Chan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180608568899753986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U4C52dWAI/AAAAAAAAACw/jfOfWHju8vk/s320/Joanne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Joanne chan is doing her denstistry in Indonesia. LONG LIVE OTAKUS!!! My anime buddy...miss you joanne chan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180610192397391890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U5hZ2dWBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0Q3FCHYsliw/s320/Billy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Billy used to be our very own 'macho' guy, no one was stronger than him. Apparently he was on steroids...joking...joking. He is now modelling for something i cant remember...fresh look or something no idea.....( Ps, this was one of his modelling photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Harvind Ganase ( more commonly known as tits/mole/bas***d)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180611412168103970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U6oZ2dWCI/AAAAAAAAADA/alt8_ODczvY/s320/Harvind.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First thing you would notice about this guy is the black hole ( i mean mole) on his face....thats why we call him mole....it was super fun when we entered the chem class, cause the teachers used to call him alot...no seriously alot....* Guna 1 mole NaCl, lepas itu tuang dua Mole Acid sulfurik*....well we used to stare and laugh at him whenever....well...actually we used to laugh at him for no apparent reason....so...yeah...MOLE!!! The horniest guy you will ever meet...well except for reshan that is.....thank god the world is a big place......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man...im getting tired already, ( shouldnt have started this)....lol....Puan Jeswant met Harvind Recently, she went " Harvind, what in the world happened to your hair and beard???!!" he replied " Its because, you never let me do this, in school la, thats why this happened"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rachel ( chenny's Angel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180613443687634994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U8ep2dWDI/AAAAAAAAADI/E7MfA4iGpRM/s320/Rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rachel...no idea what she is doing actually....wouldnt mind if someone updated me though....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Cathrine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180614010623318082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U8_p2dWEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhDbzl41JRA/s320/Cathrine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cathrine is doing Nutrition In Australia after finishing her SAM ( South Australian Matriculation), and she might join me as a nutritionist if i open a hospital in the future!! Go Cathrine, im rooting for you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Krystal, Chia Houy, Ong Pick sheen and Karen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( How nice, found a photo of them together, saves my time describing them one by one, besides, they are always together anways, so im not doing them any injustice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180614934041286738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U91Z2dWFI/AAAAAAAAADY/UFHtmacbpko/s320/Chia+houy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Left, Krystal, Chia houy, Ong pick sheen and Karen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well im not too sure where krystal is, but i think she is doing her A levels somewhere. Chia Houy is doing her matriculation in malacca with Aziza, OPS is doing her foundation studies in TAR college with tai loong, and Karen is doing designing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Eddy Lim ( Mojo jojo/ my idiot Apprentice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180617541086435426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VANJ2dWGI/AAAAAAAAADg/PJKky16hqw8/s320/Eddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eddy is doing his A levels in Help university College...err i think he is flunking...lol ( dont kill me mojojojo) lol.....ps, thats not his girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Phua Yi Lik ( our very own Phua Chu Kang...or Pork/Pig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180618571878586482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VBJJ2dWHI/AAAAAAAAADo/o3Px2Orx8xU/s320/Phua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First thing you will notice about Phua, is that he lives to eat......always thought he would become a chef, but WAHHH not bad ah, he is gonna be a lawyer.....best in Chow kit ( i know la, i know la, its Petaling street) and Tanjung Rambutan. He is doing Law in ATC, something like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180619529656293506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VCA52dWII/AAAAAAAAADw/rD5rOKO9Fmw/s320/lilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo...well we call her that...actually, i think she wanted us to call her that...lol. I think she is doing matriks in Kedah or kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Eva Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180620354290014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VCw52dWJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tJ6Z397_xiU/s320/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva Yap...err...there is a lot of words i could use to describe her, but none in public....lol....the most out going girl you will ever meet, funny to the point of being crazy....lol...She is doing her A levels in Taylors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Faiz ( tan kok wah's baby faced boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180621505341249698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VDz52dWKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mEMDDjIRwj0/s320/Faiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG...he has become HUGE!!! You should see him...almost like a rugby player...lol...dude are you on steroids or something ah? Anyways, he is undergoing traning to become a pilot in kelantan or kedah....mixed up the states, sorry dude...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Adli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180622647802550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VE2Z2dWLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ub0ZN7XldeQ/s320/Adli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adli is doing his Engineering course at MMU Mallacca...alot of you guys are in malacca actually, when you think about it....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Reshan ( Reshanti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180623545450715330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VFqp2dWMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/noFhj52JlLI/s320/Reshan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Reshanti...well what can i say about him? This picture alone should suffice to what he is capable of....well...he burned down a swimming pool, tatooed his own name in his arm, and well did alot of other eye cathing and crazily memorable stuff...labelled as the terrorist of the year...lol...(after all he did brand 5A as the craziest class ever). Ps, he told me that my life was in danger because i expressed certain views about him and others in my blog. His exact words were " Bas***d someone is gonna poison you with cynide if you keep blogging la". Well anyways, he is currently doing his A levels in Lincon's College, and will continue to Help University College to do his Psycology...best of luck dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Redha Rosli ( Rosli Dobie, Reddick,err etc...his nicks are too many to remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180625357926914258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VHUJ2dWNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RT1dlD3OJSc/s320/Redha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well Redha, lol....to many found memories of him....well he used to lepak right in front of my desk....and whenever he didnt understand something i thought him....he would go " Err....TO ART STREAM!!". He is currently, in University Islam Malaysia, and is doing Bachelor Of English, so...soon he would be Prof. Redha Rosli Dobbie? LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Mindy and Mei wei ( aka siu mai/ bones/ ah so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180626839690631394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VIqZ2dWOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nsv710jTbQY/s320/Siu+Mai.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mindy is doing Mass Comm in Kansas, Usa. Mei wei....well i have no comments on her, im sure you guys keep in touch with her at all times, she is doing her A levels in KBU, and has no idea what she is gonna do after that...... Oh....Wee Mei Wei ( WMW)...*dont kill me tai loong!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Ronald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180627995036834034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VJtp2dWPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HcKYC-E5eM0/s320/Ronald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ronald..is in Australia, and is doing a degree in engineering...lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Tana Kumar ( Worm/ Cacing Tanah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180628871210162434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VKgp2dWQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9nFrF3Uxl78/s320/Tana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tana, is in Help University College, doing his A levels, and wishes to continue to do medicine. Err..he is still the same...obbessed with card games, and other suff....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180629717318719762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VLR52dWRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y8PDIRIlnEU/s320/tommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking good tommy!! Tommy is in taylors, doing A levels....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Charlotte Gan ( Ass)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180631057348516130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VMf52dWSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZDLnomsU4xo/s320/Charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No comments whatsoever about her. BEWARE DO NOT APPROCH!! SHE BITES!! SURVIVORS WILL BE BITTEN AGAIN AND AGAIN!!.....i think that says enough to go by, dont think...??...my oh my...reshan was right, i am going to be poisoned arent i ? lol...oh well, i have no regrets....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Wee Tai loong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180631993651386674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VNWZ2dWTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/J95ZCqTQFnA/s320/wee+tai+loong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My childhood friend, ever since i was six!! Super cool ya?? We went to primary school together and then later met in the same high school!! Ill pray for you, so the WMW happens...lol. He is in TAR college and will be dong his degree in Kampar...All the best old friend!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Naveen Sritharan ( aka...err....err...hey...i cant call myself names!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180633307911379266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-VOi52dWUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/58tMXNEGvRo/s320/naveen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Location unkown.....no idea what he is doing...( im having amnesia)...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to whoever, i havent mentioned, it is not that i have forgotten you guys, its simply cause i had a hard time finding your photos and where you were....so if you are reading this, get iN TOUCH WITH ME ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was one of the freaks from 5A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6539134278168599131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/6539134278168599131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-class-5a-of-smk-bsd-2006.html' title='A Tribute to Class 5A of SMK BSD 2006'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R-U1152dV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/BgxfZjC3Hm8/s72-c/Aziza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-3778178704147048131</id><published>2008-03-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:51:51.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In 10 years time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177880367777070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uGwsrSPjI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xd9cAfuXyqY/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years time? The million dollar question, which i have rather skillfully dodged , until recently. Unfortunately, it had to become an essay, that too, an important one. What can i say ? The future looks bleak ? Sure there are some of us, when i say some, i mean a fraction of a fraction of us who would rather see themselves as doctors, who are in third world countries helping out patients, totally oblivious to their own misery, making the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177880367777070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uGwsrSPkI/AAAAAAAAABo/RRXATUeJnqo/s320/lonely+2.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i cant seem to see myself that way. In ten years time, i would not have changed, perhaps i would have grown older ( yes.....duh....its ten years people, i would have grown older), but in no way would i have changed otherwise. I would still be a stubborn, arrogant, miserable, and brilliant jerk? ( Im qouting someone). Not married, certainly not in ten years, perhaps not even in the next twenty. ( Lets just say i value my freedom too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177886002774163042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uL4srSPmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DAKRtG6flTc/s320/lonely+4.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall no change socially ( big surprise there). In ten years time however, i would have become a board certified head of cardiology and diagnostic medicine, who has a degree in law and is fluent in at least 9 languages, the owner of a private hospital, and perhaps in the long run, the youngest health minister ? Well im sure you can reasonably justify, why i should be more realistic and find myself in afganistan or iraq helping war victims. But please people, we need doctors here too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177886002774163026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uL4srSPlI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hq5POzgtFbk/s320/lonely+3.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there is only little one can do alone. As the head of an organization, or more accurately, as the head of the health ministry, i would have the power of a country and all its resources at my disposal. So arguably, i would be a much better help to the people in general. I could help mediate the tranfer of medical doctors to countries that needs them. Help formulate a better health plan for the people, and generate more voluntary bodies, such as Mercy, and by this means help the patients, not only those in malaysia but in the world as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177890581209300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uQDMrSPoI/AAAAAAAAACI/DlkkIj7uJG8/s320/doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the possiblities, if Malaysians in general benefitted from a national health plan. Free medical support for the poor and middle class, or likewise an insurance that lead to this. Now, lets not get ahead of ourselves, this idea is certainly not revolutionary, it has been long established in developed countries such as Australia and Canada. Simply said, I intend to introduce this notion to our country, Malaysia. It is long due, that we too enjoyed a proper health plan.Perhaps i would even pass a bill to increase the intake of medical students, nurses, pharmacist, by reducing the cost of medical studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177891401548054162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uQy8rSPpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XcwTa_4xLfI/s320/stethoscope+2.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, these are grand plans, but excellence always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellence can be obtained if you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care more than others think is wise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risk more than others think is safe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream more than others think is practical,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect more than others think is possible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i have smaller, ambitions as well. In ten years time, hopefully, i would be able to master the violin, and finally be able to tell people that i can play something other than the media player. Then i would also take up many different languages, mandarin, japanese, french and maybe even spanish. Language is important, as doctors often find themselves in need to communicate with many people. I love to talk with people, and by knowing more languages, i would be able to understand, and communicate with people of diverse ethnic and cultures, extend my reach through racial bariers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, i plan to open a hospital with my housemates, Harith, Edham, Juwaidi, Azeem, Shaafi, Hakim, Fazly and several other friends someday and go into a pharmacutical bussiness venture with my pharmacist friends. God willing, i might even be opening a medical school too !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel alot too. Visit many places in this world, take up a speciality in cardiology as i have mentioned earlier in United kingdom , Ireland or Canada, and become a world reknown dignostician that frequently travels to give speeches and is called for, for a consult, whenever there is an pandemic or such. I want to spend my life learning about medicine, and hopefully, teaching future doctors or at least help to inspire many to become one. And perhaps be one of the few doctors whom does not relent to the ups and downs of the profession, but simply lives on with passion and dedication. I want to become a doctor, who can bravely and truthfully tell the future medical students that, yes, the medical profession is though tough, increadbly fullfilling and is a spritual bliss. I want to become a doctor who inspires more people to become doctors infactuating them with my passion, and not to drive them away with fear. I want to an inspiration in ten years time, simply like the doctors who had inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is no doubt, the medical profession is argueably one of the most toughest possible profession in the world, but there is no such thing as an easy profession, especially those that were intended to help many people. Our lives are filled with ups and downs, no one is free from it. From our beloved prime minister who deals with the problems of the nation as if it were his own, to the pady farmers in kedah who strives everyday under the hot sun or rain, to make a living for his young. To each his own, failure and difficulties are constant in life, but facing them with unwavering spirit makes one strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there are only two other things i wished to have accomplished in ten years time. First, i want to be able to make my parents, who have supported me proud and happy and be strong enough to support them. Secondly, i want to build a private library at my home, a place to keep all my books. I had always wanted one since i was a child ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, with the grace of god i would be able to do all this things in just ten years. But perhaps most of all, i want to be a doctor who does everything possible inorder to save his patients....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177895421637443234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uUc8rSPqI/AAAAAAAAACY/JC0uTOVdVVo/s320/house_big.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the impossible dream,&lt;br /&gt;Fight the unbeatable foe,&lt;br /&gt;Strive with your last once of courage,&lt;br /&gt;To reach the unreachable star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent doctor in ten years time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;( do not copy my essay!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-3778178704147048131?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/3778178704147048131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=3778178704147048131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3778178704147048131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/3778178704147048131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-10-years-time.html' title='In 10 years time...'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9uGwsrSPjI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xd9cAfuXyqY/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-4632011615839896951</id><published>2008-03-13T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:02:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinate Blade work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9kWAua3K8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/M8DWz7yziBk/s1600-h/Anime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177193448355605442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9kWAua3K8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/M8DWz7yziBk/s320/Anime2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the bone of my sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created over a thousand blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor aware of gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withstood pain to create many weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for one's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets, this is the only path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177194182795013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9kWrea3K9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VuL83RZerfk/s320/swordsman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to death, nor known to life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear mountains from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and part waters with my blades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through great pains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to create many weapons for you ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet these hands that I speak of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never hold anything ever again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas this is my only path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of my pride.&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/7121387901597345047-4632011615839896951?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/4632011615839896951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=4632011615839896951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4632011615839896951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/4632011615839896951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/infinate-blade-work.html' title='Infinate Blade work'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9kWAua3K8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/M8DWz7yziBk/s72-c/Anime2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7265056991487996046</id><published>2008-03-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:49:55.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change To Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9k_AOa3LAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM50wdvBbb0/s1600-h/balance2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177238519742409730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9k_AOa3LAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM50wdvBbb0/s320/balance2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The political stance of the world has begun to shift. Fear politics which was once prevalent, even in undisputed democratic countries such as the United States of America no longer takes precedence in the hearts of the voters. Today we have come far into the horizon of anew, with the rise of presidential front runner Barack Hussein Obama who has denounced the use of fear politics as opposed to his democratic rival Hillary Rodham Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;We are now in a new age, where voters have become somewhat abruptly mature, where fear, a once key component in determining who wins, is either no longer an issue, or simply said a disappearing one. Much can also be said of our very own election results, a first in the history of Malaysia, an indication of a wave of desires, a wave for change.&lt;br /&gt;No more will we stand for corruption; neither will we stand for fear, or oppression. The world will know, that here too, we stand for peace, truth, progress and above all JUSTICE. No....this is not a request from the people of many races, origins, religion, or educational backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;No, this is a demand for our freedom, and our right for sovereignty, and yes, we will exercise it. The people should not fear their government; the government should fear their people.&lt;br /&gt;We stand for change,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-7265056991487996046?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7265056991487996046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7265056991487996046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7265056991487996046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7265056991487996046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-to-remember.html' title='A Change To Remember...'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9k_AOa3LAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM50wdvBbb0/s72-c/balance2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-7404289567635176855</id><published>2008-03-13T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:57:54.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ushering the rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lAnea3LBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fu18GZLSlD8/s1600-h/ratatouille_855_18320110_0_0_7006550_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240293563902994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lAnea3LBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fu18GZLSlD8/s320/ratatouille_855_18320110_0_0_7006550_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things. &lt;a href="http://hitokirikaminoryu.blogs.friendster.com/quotes/quotes/w/winstonchu103863.html"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!! May the new year bring you great wealth, prosperity and happiness too!! ( Just in case you didnt get my smses...lolz). Finally, the year of the rat has saw it fit, to decend itself upon us. And dragons cant help but feel elated.....although i do feel sorry for the horses and other well....domestic animals??( Haha...dont kill me...go kill lilian too or something...lolz). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240297858870306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lAnua3LCI/AAAAAAAAABA/h7fBJnm8YKU/s320/ChineseNewYearLightup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the chinese new year again.....strange....did time somehow walk past me or did it sneak up on me??( i felt the previous year wasnt too long ago.....not that im complaining by the way....holidays are always essential for a healthy and lazy live...). AAAh...the holidays...the holidays...how have i longged for you.....*still has tonnes of homework to complete....but is ignoring it at this moment...or at least until the very last moment*. "Procastination is the best solution".&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened recently, there were only a few notable things which happened this past two months, getting 4.0 again, and Hakim's accident. Well...we shall not waste time discussing about the latter..(call me if you want to discuss vigourously on this matter)...*winks*. Well Hakim was riding bear's motorbike, and he being the amature 'mat rempit' ( a term used by his dad to describe him), fell and hit a wall while making a corner next to my college....he was injured and was bleeding all over, largely on his fists , arms and i think his legs.&lt;br /&gt;Bear who was riding with him however was thrown off somewhere, and did not suffer any significant injury, due to shall we say, his rather generous disposition...lolz *sorry bear*. The funny thing was, right after the accident, hakim went...."Bear...bear!! Mana kau bear? Kau dah mati ke??"....lol...serious jokers man...haha. Then when one of my friends told a lecturer from our faculty about the accident, the lecturer replied " Motor tak ape-ape ke?". Seriously sarcastic man....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else...what else?? Oh...i forgot to mention, there are a certain small or insignificant ( whichever you prefer), members of the general public whom has taken to ignore me lately, much to my gratitude. Thank you lord, for stopping the constant nagging!! Makes my life soo much easier and less complex, however, it does makes walking around the corridors a little akward though. ( But i suppose it shouldnt bother me, i have been ignoring many people all my life! Adding one more wouldnt do too much harm now would it? Anyhow its like how stalin had said..." The death of a few people is a tragedy, the death of many is just statistics" )....I have my own version on this.....* Ignoring a few people is troublesome, ignoring many ,however, is just statistics*&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i have no intention to change myself!! I am happy and content with how things are, actually, im terrible happy with how things are! There is no reason to twick with a system that is functioning so well....besides, what gives you any right to tell me to change? *sorry i am relating this to someone* ha-ha. I'm just a man with many virtues, and equal amounts of vices, so sue me!! I can't stand her...she has all the vitues i dislike, and none of the vices i admire.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...just in case i forget! An early happy birthday Sarah and Chenny!! Just in case if i dont blog again, judging by how things are going so far. So happy birthday!! You are finally 19 and 18!! err...?? yea!! Adrian...marry annie faster la...need my angpaus!! Short of $$$$$...haha&lt;br /&gt;I believe in one thing only, the power of human will&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;loves being ignored?? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Kuzuryushin&lt;br /&gt;(look it up, if you dont know what it means)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-7404289567635176855?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/7404289567635176855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=7404289567635176855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7404289567635176855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/7404289567635176855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/ushering-rat.html' title='Ushering the rat'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lAnea3LBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fu18GZLSlD8/s72-c/ratatouille_855_18320110_0_0_7006550_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-2356488432081829686</id><published>2008-03-13T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:10:14.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a wonderful lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lDU-a3LDI/AAAAAAAAABI/kn7bvv5ph9k/s1600-h/ShellWildLieFinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177243274271206450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lDU-a3LDI/AAAAAAAAABI/kn7bvv5ph9k/s320/ShellWildLieFinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh come on!! How can you believe in something, just because you can?? For the sake of believing?? The whole process of believing involves doubting, thinking, analyzing, and then doubting again, before eventually accepting that everything needs reason. Without reason, there is nothing to believe, there is nothing to accept and certainly there is nothing to devote oneself to. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177243278566173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lDVOa3LEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eAdNEWLkKhM/s320/Santa-Is-A-Lie-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To believe in something without seeing?? Please....if the rich man was truly punished for leaving Lazarus outside while he lived in luxury. Every single one of us, I mean the the whole 6 billion of us will eventually end up being punished too. Who among us dares to deny, that at least once, we have forsaken another?? Just the simple act of denying a street beggar food, or money, just because you were late for an appointment, or simply had no intention to help. Who among us has not done it at least once?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, man is a creature of wrath, that is why, poverty still exist. So you may have helped people a few times, but if the rich man was punished since he didn’t help Lazarus, then we all should be punished too. Who can say, that the rich man had not helped any other, perhaps it was just Lazarus who he did not help?? Who among you can even truthfully tell me that he was punished for his so called crime of indifference??&lt;br /&gt;Please...do not get me wrong, it is not a crime to believe without reason, in fact, believing in something for the sheer sake of comfort, as you fear there could be no place after here, if you didn’t, is truly reasonable. However, be responsible in what you believe, never let hypocrisy cloud you better judgment. Religion is a guide. Reason is fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry guys...was just arguing philosophically with someone, as I was bored*&lt;br /&gt;But I hate people who tell me to take their word for it without thinking. I mean, it’s not a matter of trust; it’s just a matter of not letting you brain rot and die before the rest of your body does. How can people not question what they have been told or have read?? This is the twentieth century people! If someone told you that man descended from string of experiment from a race of aliens, don’t just shake your head like an idiot and accept what they told you.......question them....then if you decide to believe, at least you can do so with a little dignity&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177243287156108370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lDVua3LFI/AAAAAAAAABY/hdnnPcF6aIA/s320/where-dead-angels-lie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!! Enough!! ( lol...I got into a frenzy mood for arguing!....hai....one does need to make amends for the lost of his debating partners doesn’t he?? lol...with the loss of the dumpling ( siu mai) and the barbaric girl, who has learned to simply let me win these days, I have been forced to resort to my own amusements).My sincerest apologies again....&lt;br /&gt;Well, another entry, another chapter...life on my side of the field, is as always brilliant, but I have always believed, things can always get better and eventually even better. Heard about reshanti recently ( reshanti, if you are reading this, go puke somewhere!!), as usual, the alcoholic madman (in a nice way, just in case if you decided to read on, reshanti) decided to tatoo his own arm....with....his...own...NAME!! Man...Seriously, get a life!! That is so lame and vain. My god!! Who in the world does that??&lt;br /&gt;Your own freaking name?? Vain much.....(ps, if you think I did not make a fuss over him getting a tattoo in the first place, instead of commenting on his tattoo, it was because, I have always known he was capable of such things...) Then, he burnt down a swimming pool, with alcohol, and nearly got his black ass in prison by the police. Wow....again...to tell you the truth, im not surprised, not the part where you did this anyways, maybe just the part where you didn’t actually get arrested....that part surprised me a little. Quite drinkinglar, its clearly making you stupid man ( were you this stupid before?? not too sure....) and fat (ok im sure about this part). Ps, not a good idea to turn your fat into muscles dude, no seriously, bad idea. Try losing some weight first before you do, or else, you would permanently require a bra...&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the ice cream business/moral project, a collective effort by the moral class of 2007 ( which in an unprecedented sequence of unpleasant incidents, had, become a pretty bad experience).Hai...I will never see ice cream the same way again...THE PAIN....THE HORROR...THE COLD UNHYGENIC FORMER STAPLE FOOD OF MINE ( if you guys were wondering, why I had intentionally placed the word unhygienic, you should have been there to see it, or you would never believe me....)&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, the second term is gonna end with a big bang yet again. As the finals approaches, everyone is preparing to meet the cold and harsh battle fields. The clash of metal, flesh, bone and sheer spirit has started to ring in our ears. ITS NOW OR NEVER!! NO RETREAT NO SURRENDER!! THERE IS ONLY VICTORY OR DEATH!!....sounds gruesome doesn’t it?? But if the truth be told, its even worse...lol&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....what else, what else?? Oh yeah! Happy Birthday Farizah!! and Merry Christmas EVERYONE!!! Cherio!! SANTA WHERE IS MY PRESENTS?? I have been good!! No seriously I have!! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;I will await you, upon the gaze of the grey moon,&lt;br /&gt;He who neither believes nor disbelieves, but simply reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Neevan Narahtirs&lt;br /&gt;The meaningless one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-2356488432081829686?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/2356488432081829686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=2356488432081829686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2356488432081829686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2356488432081829686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-wonderful-lie.html' title='Its a wonderful lie'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m417N1NprAQ/R9lDU-a3LDI/AAAAAAAAABI/kn7bvv5ph9k/s72-c/ShellWildLieFinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5770628341372284716</id><published>2008-03-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:13:50.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly dragon cutting the moon</title><content type='html'>If it rust,&lt;br /&gt;It is useless,&lt;br /&gt;If it isn’t controlled&lt;br /&gt;It will cut its owner,&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Pride is like a blade.&lt;br /&gt;The palatable thing about pride, especially mine, is, it took time to build. Never allowed to rust or even rest, if I lose, it cuts me, if I don’t , It pushes me forward, but frankly i'm tired. The never ending cycle is horrifying, but it has become an obsession of mine, and neither I nor anyone I know can help me put a stop this….what is done is done….this will only end when I do…..&lt;br /&gt;There are many of us who seek the so called eternal soul, to be fulfilled, I believe, would be the appropriate word to use. But then again, why should anything be eternal? If you or I were eternal, it will be a boring world. The world is beautiful as it exist in each moment completely different from the next. Think of heaven and hell for instance, an eternal kingdom where change is obsolete, well I must say, eons in the same place under the same conditions can surely make one mad….&lt;br /&gt;It is not just hell that I am referring to; even heaven suffers from the same unprecedented error. A place of eternal peace and happiness?? Can such a place truly exist? How can you define happiness, if you haven’t suffered?? If those who are fortunate enough to find their way to heaven are truly happy and do not suffer, do they even know they are happy in the first place? How can happiness exist without suffering? How can love exist without hate?&lt;br /&gt;Can the two extremities solely exist, when each relies on the other symbiotically? Or is this simply a delusion man had concocted for we fear the fact that nothing is eternal and that we might one day simply disappear. Fear that there is no place after here?&lt;br /&gt;No matter, such questions do not concern me. What matters is what can be changed in the mortal world. But how?&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to do in such a short time…..&lt;br /&gt;Too much power to gain, with nothing but reason…..&lt;br /&gt;I must leave a mark…..&lt;br /&gt;You guys must have noticed that I haven’t blogged in a while. Actually this was caused by the multitude of work that had taken up most of my precious time these past weeks. One assignment after another, tutorials, tests and I even had the mid semester exams to keep me fairly busy. ( try working for 16 hours straight and you might get close to what I have been doing)….&lt;br /&gt;But everything has turned out for the best, had a good diwali, although I suffered slightly during this period of time again, but I was well paid again this year. (Most of the funds gained during this period were channeled to the purchase of my brand new Sony MP3 player). I even managed to give my uncle his own taste of medicine, finally outsmarted my egocentric predecessor!! Yes! It’s the beginning of something new!&lt;br /&gt;Then I met my old friend chenny as I was sending my clothes to the dobby (yes people, I am incapable of washing my own cloths). All I could think when I saw him was, CHENNY HAS BECOME SOO THIN!!! Lol and he was driving too!! (Okay…here terasa abit!! Must get my driving license ASAP!! But the problem is THERE IS NO TIME!!). Then I met my friend from primary school, ong kent lun (actually, he found me through friendster), and surprise, surprise, he was going to be an economist. (Not bad ya?? All my friends made it, even the ones I met in primary school).&lt;br /&gt;ADRIANIF YOU ARE READING THIS!! I AM SO GONNA KILL YOU IF I CATCH YOU!! (Long time never see you man! What’s going on?? Never even come online some more!)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I   chanced upon the new Lillian too 2008 zodiac predictions and am pleased announce that the dragons are going to rock the world next year!! (Her exact words were ‘this year will be the awakening of the dragons! The beast, which excludes tones of charm, charisma and power, will be contented with the magnitude of its success this year. The awakening of the sleeping dragon has begun! Dragons can’t help but win’). Until the next star falls then….&lt;br /&gt;He who believes in nothing but his own strength,&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon king…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5770628341372284716?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5770628341372284716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5770628341372284716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5770628341372284716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5770628341372284716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/heavenly-dragon-cutting-moon.html' title='Heavenly dragon cutting the moon'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-5055436322886398766</id><published>2008-03-13T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:11:20.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pride, my pride, a kingdom for my pride</title><content type='html'>For those regarded as warriors,&lt;br /&gt;when engaged in combat,&lt;br /&gt;the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's only concern.&lt;br /&gt;Suppress all human emotion and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himself.&lt;br /&gt;This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.”&lt;br /&gt;– Hattori Hanzo&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a great holiday...didnt do anything much, but the fact that i didnt do anything by itself way joyful.( i must be crazy, but no, seriously, it was fun, to not do anything for a week). But then again, i did manage to complete a few books I bought, you guys should try reading The Dark Angel by Meredith Ann...it was fabulous...really a good story.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to watch a movie with my childhood friend, tai. Resident evil was kinda okaylar ( wasnt really the type of movie i would recommend to anyone unless, some of you love gore and lots of it..). However, it has been a while since i actually took the trouble to go out and watch one, so i guess, it was fun too. This is one of those nostalgic holidays i suppose, when you reminiscent about your past, and actually think about your little shameful incidents and go... i cant believe i did that and i cant believe they let me...? Then I realised, how time had flown, and how it was never going to be like this ever again. All my friends are moving on, further and further away, and stoping them would be futile. Those good old days, where i used to be so carefree, simply going up the hill near my home, and playing for hours with tai, aqeem, vinsent and jason would never come back..&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how some of them are any more. It's really funny, i had always wanted to get closer and closer to my dreams, and when i'm actually one step away, i realise what i had left behind, forgotten, not cherished, and now it is too late to go back. I heard recently that Nicholas, was gonna be a Chemical engineer and tai wants to be a commercial designer. I couldnt help feel a sudden upburst of joy in my heart, that they, that we, my childhood friends and I, the small loose nutcases that used to run around in the padang like wackos, spit at each other( here wholely Nickholas behaviour, not me ), were gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy hearing about this people, for i had known them since i was seven. I can still remember Nickholas on his first day in school. ( he was the only guy who wore short pants), and then tai, awhile later. He used to teach tai and i how to draw digimon, well tai became an expert straight away, while i never did..lol. But now tai is becoming a commersial designer and nick a chemical enggineer...i cant help go WOW...lol ( so uncharacteristic of me right??)&lt;br /&gt;Well then, other than that, everything is the way it should be, or at least it seems to be that way. However i do feel bad, i missed all the badminton mathes with adrian, ( sorry, dren if you are reading this). However sometimes i feel, i shouldnt kacau you with your girlfriendlar...( you should spend your time with her). Now then, yik, I'm afraid i can't do what Sarah and you 'komplot' to get me to do....Its a matter of pride man, I am kiasu ( takut kalah), besides, i can easily tell im not the one. At least let me do it my way..lol ( but thanks for the support guys). And one more thing, good luck with your star yik...&lt;br /&gt;ps, the proverb you saw was dicetak rompak from kill bill vol 1 ( the movie with Uma Thurman)&lt;br /&gt;A Tactician, A warrior, But not a lover&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;I was here...12.46 am, Friday, 19th Oct 2007&lt;br /&gt;Cherished time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-5055436322886398766?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/5055436322886398766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=5055436322886398766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5055436322886398766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/5055436322886398766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-pride-my-pride-kingdom-for-my-pride.html' title='My pride, my pride, a kingdom for my pride'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1958070355962249898</id><published>2008-03-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:08:22.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid ?</title><content type='html'>In the end, what matters most is how you see yourself. Well that’s true, and I’m a self loving, sarcastic, annoying, enigmatic jerk, and I can’t help but love myself. Damn...I’m good. Fought with Sarah last week (by fought, I mean she fought with me), don’t actually know what happened (great, another person to add to my hate club). To tell you the truth, I’m not sure how it happened exactly, one minute i'm talking about pokemon and the next thing I know, she is angry (translation= I don't think it was my fault, although, it is usually but not always is). But never mind her, the past week, no the past three weeks were great.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the holidays have begun and I’m back to Sri Damansara (YES YES THANK YOU LORD). Never thought I’d miss home this badly, don’t get me wrong, Cyber is great too, nice people, adequate environment, tolerable food ( don’t really need to eat, so I don’t complain much, but if I was Phua on the other hand, I would have died already.lol Sorry wah), but the thing is, no place is better than home.&lt;br /&gt;Then my uncle managed to unload a tonne of cash unto my grimy clutches. ( MUAHAHAHAH). So I did what anyone with more than his share of dignity, and sanity would do... (Went shopping like mad). Not for clothes, mind you! I'm not an advent fan of playing dress up.  I shopped for Ps2 games, a brand new mp3 player (currently in the process), pokemon dark cry and plenty of books (don’t roll your eyes, I love to read.)&lt;br /&gt;In all, I can't help but feel content. I made another friend, Germae, through Yik (in other words, he made me add her through msn, since he could not remember who she was). Although I have to admit, I found her to be amusing, since she offered my tonnes of advice on how to look younger...lol...shave my mustache?? Girl, you gotta be kidding. (It grows back the minute I shave it off, super fast, just like magic. And the thing is I malas to shave it that often). Besides, all my lectures think I’m younger than my sister and that my mum is my elder sis...comes on people!! What in the world would happen if I looked any younger? Hey is he you grandchild?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...But I feel kind of weird; it's been a really long time since I flexed my sarcastic nerve. For one such as myself, who needs to constantly argue, critise or simply be, shall we say dogmatic or megalomaniac? I seem to have lost my sense of being... (Personally, I blame ass, she seem to be less sharp and vindictive these days).&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my moral assignment on Christianity turned out brilliantly (although I had to glance at ass every now and then for guidance). The whole project caused me two days worth of sleep! (The one thing I have learned, in med school, is that there is no such thing as good sleep!) But I must say, for people who can live without as much as an hour of sleep (like my friends Azeem, Chris, Shaafi and co), I am obligated to say, and that you guys are seriously inhuman. God, they can go without sleep for several days and still function at optimum efficiency... (Are they on steroids or something??)...Ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Till the next moon greets us then...&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1958070355962249898?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1958070355962249898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1958070355962249898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1958070355962249898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1958070355962249898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-afraid.html' title='Are you afraid ?'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-1639152944584377696</id><published>2008-03-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:06:29.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aristotle's golden mean....the desireable middle between two extremes</title><content type='html'>The desirable middle between two extremes? What bull shit! Since when has anyone ever wanted to be average? It is always, be the best or die trying. Why send an angkasawan to space, when all you are teaching us to do, is to be a normal bloke, who sells goreng pisang in the middle of the road? (Yes I mentioned middle, since they want to have a desirable middle between everything, why stop at the roads? build a stall in the middlelar!). Moral education is the ideal suppression method for submissive bodies of existence? For a subject that supposedly preaches about justice, it is surely, if not definitely flawed in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;Take it's definition for instance, moral, is defined as the beliefs or the sense of justice accepted by the majority of the society. There are several things I find utterly disgusting about this definition. first of all, it says, in a more complex way that if you have a group of greater number of individuals who believe that 1 + 1 is 3, then they are most definitely right? Come on people! This is not the 17th century! The utterly convenient definition simply states that the strong will prevail against the weak, even if an individual happens to be right. If the society as a whole believes that the world is flat, then the world must be flat! Any idiot who suggests otherwise is moral less and should leave the society immediately!&lt;br /&gt;So we have made a choice to go back to the medieval times where the majority suppresses the views of the few, choose your words cautiously or risk expulsion from the society and be burned like the witches in the 17th century. How can someone even come up with such a foolish definition? If what the majority believes are always right, then the burning of women who were thought to be witches in the medieval days are justifiable, the society at that point of time whole heartedly believed that they were doing the right thing, and thus were morally correct! Is this right my friends? Take some time to think for yourself, you need not come up with an answer that the society accepts, but simply one with your own sense of right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect there is more, if not a benign explanation for this radical definition of morality, but I should give thanks to this definition. It sets many people thinking. Then there is the conservative distaste of colour among certain self righteous individuals. They hate the colour black and perceives that anyone who wears black, idolizes the decay of education and life itself. Is this stupidity or arrogance speaking? But I must say, for a profession that embraces life (supposedly the colour white, as most people believe), why cant we except death ( black)?? Life is defined as the absence of death, even if you chose not to wear black, you'll never escape the fate that ends all, death. So except it! What lives must die, what begins must end and for every spark of light in this universe there is the cold darkness. Don't preach about life when you cannot accept death. And I think Lim looks dashing in black! What’s with all this needless competition people? So he has a bigger campus? Better sense of style and doesn’t say stupid things...but it doesn’t mean we need to pick on the bloke every now and then just for the fun of it. (I mean just because YOU ARE SORE). I certainly don’t want to be involved in this childish competition of sorts; I came only for a divine purpose, not for the blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;Misguided, moral less and insane&lt;br /&gt;Darkness&lt;br /&gt;(The believes of this individual does not reflect those of the author of the blog or his associates, it simply points to the different perspectives perceived by the individual alone. This article is not to be used without permission and should only be examined from a neutral point of view. This article is fictitious, none of the characters mentioned above are among the living and neither are among the dead. Terms and condition apply)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-1639152944584377696?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/1639152944584377696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=1639152944584377696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1639152944584377696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/1639152944584377696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/aristotles-golden-meanthe-desireable.html' title='Aristotle&apos;s golden mean....the desireable middle between two extremes'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-8576533840115663559</id><published>2008-03-13T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:05:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we do for our dreams....</title><content type='html'>The strange thing about our dreams is that we often go to great lengths to reach them...when we were little; everything seemed so secure, safe and achievable. Nothing was out of our range; at least, nothing seemed to be out of range. There were no foes, only friends, for we were constantly protected. Everyone tried to reach their dreams, at least most did...but the sad thing is, some unfortunate people got lost along the way. What of this sad few you ask?? Well, they are the people who were denied the rights to go after their dreams, simply because their forefathers were born in some distant land.&lt;br /&gt;The forgotten few, alas, the unfortunate, had to stay behind and fight in misery or surrender. Many gave in to this to this blatant injustice, choosing instead to accept fate, and perhaps accept the injustice that had befallen them without question. However, there are the sad few, who knew not the meaning of defeat, of injustice, but instead held on to their dreams with their final breath. They chose not be blinded by love, they could not be blinded by injustice, and they certainly shall not be blinded by misery. To these few, know that you are truly the heroes of tomorrow, for success seldom comes without sacrifice. So Pau cheong ping, my friend, know that you have my support and admiration in solemn silence, and know that you are not alone. There are others, who like you, have simply refused to lie in defeat...We will get there; we must, or die trying....&lt;br /&gt;To Adrian Ng....Jerry Maguire is just a movie, in truth, almost everyone has succeeded as many times as they have failed, and even more have good wives and children. These are common things in ones life, but not many can stick to their dreams. Try as you might, all the love in the world will not help you when you are in debt, in fact you will in return lose that and those you cherish. I will be truly happy for you, should you chance upon a good wife, and even more elated, should you sire good children. But heed my words old friend, your ambition should never compliment your love, instead your love should always compliment your ambition, at least for the time being. Do not be lost in love, for it is like the sea, vast and beautiful but temperate.&lt;br /&gt;For Sarah lee....you have left me beleaguered and expatriated. I know not what to make of you, for I can neither understand, nor accept your new quiet self. Know this my friend, although I seriously cannot comprehend your interest in male nurses, and although I am insulted that you think I would abuse my wife, I will always be there should you need me. If that stupid ****i is still disturbing you, just slap her and tell her off....or at least give me the liberty to tell her off for you... (I volunteered to tell her off, not slap her ok? you could slap her yourself if you like....). But please do return to your charming self Sarah, frankly, it's really lonely without the vibrant platypus....And if it is me you are angry with, please scold me and get it over with, I am ignorant, if not oblivious to my mistakes. Had I insulted you in any way, please forgive me, for I know not what had been done. I am insensitive in every right, and I am truthfully sorry..... ( yik better be right about you being mad at something we said or did...)&lt;br /&gt;The fallen demon that will rise again,&lt;br /&gt;Naveen Sritharan&lt;br /&gt;A Short piece, for a brief and boring holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-8576533840115663559?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/8576533840115663559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=8576533840115663559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8576533840115663559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/8576533840115663559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-we-do-for-our-dreams.html' title='The things we do for our dreams....'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7121387901597345047.post-2638435116883358076</id><published>2008-03-13T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:02:44.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of diagnostic medicine and cardiology...</title><content type='html'>The previous week in all in its esteem ,was a different one, different by all standards....it was the first time I have attended a sport day in a really long time( the last one I attended, was perhaps when I was in standard 4??). well that’s that...it's not that I dislike sports or anything , maybe I’m just a little lazy( fine !!Maybe I just don't like to do things that don’t interest me, or is not in my interest?).&lt;br /&gt;The finals, however was okay, I should be able to get an A for every subject at the very least.( that’s typical).In all, it was a great first semester, fun and enjoyable.( come on people, if I have no complains, it's got to be good, really good, right?? Besides, I’m the critic extraordinaire...loll).&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the part on my driving (I can drive really well, for your information!!) I nearly got into an accident with a lorry (the lorry's fault not mine) when I was illegally driving to cyberjaya. Well for all you people who go...” why were you driving without a license in the first place??” I will give you my standard answer...."it’s because I CAN!!" Please do note, rules were meant to be broken, that’s why you often hear people breaking them. Let me quote Julius ceaser...” if you have to break the rules, do it to seize power. In all other cases, observe it". See...rule braking is the norm of the society, especially in our society...&lt;br /&gt;However, I managed to get to cyber in one piece, although my dad was a little shaken if not stirred by the incident. (I don’t think he will ever let me drive his car again...lol...). Then on the way home, I took a lift from ass, which was another out of body incident. There was a lorry driver who was tailgating her, and yes, he did hit her car. (I warned her that I would be too much of a distraction and that I am a jinx). Unfortunately, I had to bring my sarcasm to a lower degree as she told me, that if I got to her nerves, she would punch me and drive me back while I was unconscious...*hmm...... dangerous girl...I had to obey her for my own safety *&lt;br /&gt;But, the accident wasn’t her fault...the lorry driver was probably drunk... (He was smiling at me like a lunatic). Looks like death was working twice as hard that Friday to do me in...Lol. Ass drove all the way with a 'sakit hati' face while cursing all lorry drivers...she even wanted to stop and demand for payment from the man, had I not stopped her...*wait a minute...I stopped her?? When has that ever happened before?? she actually listened to me ( also a first, it's seriously the weirdest week of my life)* Fortunately, nothing happened to her car...she jumped, screamed and thanked god outside my house...( she made me see her in a new light??...lol....)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...What’s next you ask?? I discovered that my friendster and my blog was actually listed by google... (That is great writing for you!! Just try and Google my name...Naveen Sritharan!!), and then there is my driving instructor Jimmy. He told me " Navee ah, I don’t want to see you next week !! I want to see you on the road...if your bukit ok..You mesti lulus punya!!". I think it was a compliment, or at least it was a praise?? He is seriously a nice guy, who has problems showing emotions, and is a perfectionist. He was formerly the general manager of Hong Kong Shang hai bank, and he reminds me of myself just a bit. * he was sarcastic to everyone he met ,and even managed to intimidate a lady driving instructor who was trying to make a three point turn while asking me to move out of her way...serves her right , if you ask me!". " Itu boleh pusing apa, itu pun awak tak boleh buatkah?? Bodoh!!" he yelled at her, while he told me to stay put, and demanded that the lady moved anyway....which she was eventually able to do...so I guess he was right, she could do it. Then he told me, you must be a 'persuasive' driver on the road, if people didn’t give you way, intimidate them!! ( But he also told me if I did over do it, I might find myself flying over the divider...lol...sarcastic much??). He wished me the best of luck and told me to bribe the jpj officer???? * I seriously didn’t know about this part of driving in  Malaysia*. "  Semua orang nak makan apa? You never pay, they will fail you, and then when you retest you still have to pay what?" he told me ,while telling me to make a sharp turn...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it doesn’t make a difference, I just need my license, and in this life, I am prepared to do anything to get what I want! Although I do agree with my friend, that this is cheating and it is playing on my conscious abit..(But then again, since when have I ever had a conscience?? And if I never had one, why should I start now??), and if I played fairly , did well, and still failed ( judging by the sharks we have these days), when will I ever get the time to retest??  Due to my tendency to procrastinate and to disregard rules, it has taken me nearly seven months to get this far....you want me to take another seven?? No thanks....I’d rather keep my reputation as a I quote " a person who is reckless, insensitive and thinks he is above the law". Im not going to tell you who said this, but I think you could pretty much guess....&lt;br /&gt;Head of Diagnostic Medicine and Cardiology,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Naveen MBBS&lt;br /&gt;( Oh come on!!...I did Lord Naveen before, this is not as lame or boastful as before..)&lt;br /&gt;Until next time then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7121387901597345047-2638435116883358076?l=kaminoryu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/feeds/2638435116883358076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7121387901597345047&amp;postID=2638435116883358076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2638435116883358076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7121387901597345047/posts/default/2638435116883358076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaminoryu.blogspot.com/2008/03/head-of-diagnostic-medicine-and.html' title='Head of diagnostic medicine and cardiology...'/><author><name>Naveen Sritharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13517271395516244101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m417N1NprAQ/SIv9TfKsicI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C6okS5kpkg/S220/bbinlm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
