<?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-2630651055024904099</id><updated>2012-01-25T07:05:34.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angain Naaraa Teddy's Babblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8334035980710246396</id><published>2010-02-21T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:43:58.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/S4F-2xUpYOI/AAAAAAAAA-k/0tTrszfV9Zk/s1600-h/doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/S4F-2xUpYOI/AAAAAAAAA-k/0tTrszfV9Zk/s400/doubt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440769304258240738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was gossiping to a friend about a man she hardly knew. That night she had a dream. A great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelmingly sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She went to the old priest and told him everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is gossiping a sin?” she asked the old man. &lt;br /&gt;“Was that the hand of god almighty pointing the finger at me? Should I be asking for your absolution father? Tell me. Have I done something wrong?”. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes!” the priest answered her.&lt;br /&gt; “Yes! You ignorant woman! You’ve born false witness against your neighbor. You’ve played fast and loose with his reputation. You should be ashamed!”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the woman said she was sorry and asked for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not so fast!” said the priest. &lt;br /&gt;“I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof. Cut it open with a knife. And return here to me”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the woman went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife off the drawer, took the fire escape to the roof and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old priest as instructed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you gut the pillow with a knife?” he says. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes father”. &lt;br /&gt;“And what was the result?”. &lt;br /&gt;“Feathers” she said. &lt;br /&gt;“Feathers?” he repeated.&lt;br /&gt;“Feathers everywhere father”&lt;br /&gt;“Now, I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out in the wind”.&lt;br /&gt;“Well…..it cant be done” she said. “I don’t know where they went. The wind took them all over”.&lt;br /&gt;“And THAT….” said the priest “….is gossip!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The movie “Doubt”-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8334035980710246396?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8334035980710246396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8334035980710246396&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8334035980710246396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8334035980710246396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2010/02/doubt.html' title='DOUBT'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/S4F-2xUpYOI/AAAAAAAAA-k/0tTrszfV9Zk/s72-c/doubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6798302432476938650</id><published>2010-01-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:53:54.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is life fair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/S03eb-5A9pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/I2wCZG2UWxw/s1600-h/fair.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/_4OShByvE6FI/S03eb-5A9pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/I2wCZG2UWxw/s400/fair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426237698371286674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say a lot that we are all equal and life is fair. But then again is it really? I mean on one side a child gets born to a very poor family and grows up in the slums without being able to pursue a good education and struggling to make ends meet while the other gets born into a rich family without getting to experience what it means to work for a living or to go hungry even for a day. Getting a good education and in time a luxurious life. They are both human beings who were born into two very different lives which would shape them into who they would grow up to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we really judge the kid who came from the poor family for stealing or taking a wrong turn in life. Afterall, he has been exposed to a lot more misfortunes and has a much greater probability of choosing a wrong path. So are we all equal in that respect and is life really fair? Ofcourse it isn’t. what then? Does it also mean that when they are judged for their actions by god that they would be judged equally? Or does that blame of his actions go to the rest of the ppl surrounding those kids? Or the people responsible for leading him in the wrong direction? The ppl who didn’t give him the advise he needed? Then what of the kid’s actions when he grows up? Are both kids judged in the same manner after they come of age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is the issue more complicated than that? Is it the sins of the parents that are passed down onto their kids? People who’ve mistreated, stolen, cheated, assaulted etc. all those people who haven’t paid their dues in life, all the people who didn’t get caught. Will they all be judged in the hereafter or does some of it show in their lives as well? In their children and how they grow up maybe. But then again it brings us to what ive said earlier. Is it the fault of the kid to inherit misfortunes due to the actions of his parents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is the case isn’t it. If our parents are well known among everyone as being pious, hard working, honest and sincere we their kids automatically gain respect from those ppl as well for being the children of our parents. Same goes for parents whose made a bad name for themselves. Even their kids are automatically judged by ppl as “THAT man’s child. He’ll be no good either. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”. It doesn’t matter how different the child is from the father. Only few ppl see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what about ppl who are born into a different religion? They have known all their life a different religion and have been taught that religion to be the perfect way in life. He might spend his whole life only hearing about a religion called Islam with no knowledge about it whatsoever. Would he be judged the same way as a man who grew up being a muslim his whole life with every opportunity to learn about the religion from ppl around  him etc? Is it their fault in any way as to where or in which kind of environment he had to grow up in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about ppl whose spent their entire lives devoted to helping the poor and saving the oppressed? Those people who didn’t believe in Islam? Or those ppl that jes didn’t get that opportunity in their lives to study and learn abt this specific religion out of so many more out there? If they cant go to heaven jes because they didn’t get the chance or didn’t get to learn abt a specific religion and believing it would that still be just? How will they be judged? Jes like how a muslim would be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6798302432476938650?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6798302432476938650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6798302432476938650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6798302432476938650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6798302432476938650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-life-fair.html' title='Is life fair?'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/S03eb-5A9pI/AAAAAAAAA-c/I2wCZG2UWxw/s72-c/fair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5107837178436083250</id><published>2009-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:50:07.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SyKULllvhiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DkWHuSq_uY8/s1600-h/cigar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SyKULllvhiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DkWHuSq_uY8/s400/cigar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414052628842645026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time....well, it does happen quite often but not like this certain time. We were out at anchorage for a MONTH due to complications, delay of cargo to be precise. Everyone onboard always brings along about 2 cartons of cigarette when we leave on a voyage. but nobody guessed this certain one would last a month without getting to touch land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were we running out of food and water, but most importantly(for most ppl anyway) we were short on cigarettes. the quickest puffers the earliest. Pretty soon everyone was getting sick.....for a puff. Upto the point where arguments and lashing outs were a daily habit. Just then, there were rumours that someone onboard still had some. Everyone rushed to him at once and started bidding. The guy had no intention of selling but then again everyone and everything has a breaking price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did the winner of the bid pay? Rf350. Here in Male' we can get a carton for Rf155. thats more than TWICE that amount. i know i know, ur thinking its not that much to pay considering its jes twice the price and there was a shortage. but here's the catch. the price of Rf350 WASNT for a carton.......it was for a single packet. Yes! a single packet consisting of 20 cigarettes was sold for the price of 400 cigarettes. Thats Rf17.5 for a single cigarette which would last what......2-3mins? But then again....its just another day at sea where weird stuff happens all the time. Like they say "sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5107837178436083250?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5107837178436083250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5107837178436083250&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5107837178436083250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5107837178436083250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-expensive-cigarette.html' title='Reality Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SyKULllvhiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DkWHuSq_uY8/s72-c/cigar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3451836756442917780</id><published>2009-11-03T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:00:57.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Useless Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SvA3hkji_RI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OfR1bWBIMVk/s1600-h/trapped-thumb3791888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SvA3hkji_RI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OfR1bWBIMVk/s400/trapped-thumb3791888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399877003105205522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive thought of writing this one for almost 2 months now but due to certain inconsistencies in it at the time, didn’t want to post it. But now things have changed in favor of this so called theory at the cost of diminished hopes and dreams of many with shocking changes in our views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Applying to everyone who was born after 1980 and after you’ve reached 18years of age(wanted to say 20 here, but lets leave it at that),  there are five outcomes for a relationship within 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;1) You’d get married&lt;br /&gt;2) One of the two starts cheating&lt;br /&gt;3) You’d have sex&lt;br /&gt;4) You’d breakup&lt;br /&gt;5) (open for suggestion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, in order for a relationship to survive for more than two years sex has to come into play. Sex is the one major issue which keeps a relationship stable or together, screw love and the rest of em. Doesn’t work that way. Not anymore as times have changed. Love and the rest of em comes on the side now. Apparently now love can only be shown or received through sex. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse there are exceptions. Cos lets face it. You cant really say that you’ve been in a relationship for 2 yrs if you’ve been abroad studying for 1 and a half years without being able to meet. Or if you’re unable to meet your partner even once a week. Because if so, then ‘choice’ has already been taken out of the equation. Disappointingly enough, I haven’t yet come across a relationship which proved this so called theory wrong……almost did though. But I sure hope there are ppl out there who’s proved it wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3451836756442917780?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3451836756442917780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3451836756442917780&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3451836756442917780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3451836756442917780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-useless-theory.html' title='Yet Another Useless Theory'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SvA3hkji_RI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OfR1bWBIMVk/s72-c/trapped-thumb3791888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8864306247134133603</id><published>2009-09-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:43:39.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about marriage and how it turns out most of the time.(part 2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sreex6N2J5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/BrUOCf9oz_8/s1600-h/CamMarriage070124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sreex6N2J5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/BrUOCf9oz_8/s400/CamMarriage070124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383946459822827410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes out to work everyday and meets single women of all ages and in this society we live in age difference is no longer an issue. Not to mention the fact that women seem to be getting much hotter as the newer generations come to age. So the women he meets at his work place or elsewhere are much younger, hotter, erotic and more tempting than his wife had ever been. And nowadays its not rare to see women hitting on men. We see it all the time. Not to mention married men even having sex with girls of only 18yrs old…..with them knowing that the guy is married. Girls are hitting on older men with higher paying salaries and the above average ranking men in society as well. Afterall, women want someone who can take care of them and make their lives easier. Plus the guy keeps on making empty promises about how he’s gonna divorce his wife for this girl and blah blah blah, which the girl foolishly falls for later on justifying to herself that she was jes young and “growing up”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later the guy breaks and gives in to his lust. The title “married” doesn’t stop him anymore. “No one needs to know” comes into play. And once he starts he cant stop anymore. Better yet most men get away with it for years to come. In the rare occasion he does get caught that’s when he can once again use his kids to his advantage. Now the wife is thinking “what would happen to my kids if I get a divorce now? I have to think about them and stop being so selfish. Not just that. What about me? Im not half as attractive as I used to be. Who would take me if I leave my husband? I would most probably be a single mother my whole life. I can somewhat understand that it is my fault as well. Afterall, im not able to satisfy him fully anymore”. So then the husband jes tells her that he wont cheat on her again, makes a few promises, has sex with her a couple of times and then when all is forgiven he’s back at it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife cant even complain anymore, cos as soon as the husband realizes he is in power or that she is in need of him, he starts taking advantage of it. It might be unintentional at first. He is rarely home, there’s arguments all the time, threats of divorcing her. Some other single men actually take advantage of this critical time of arguments and so and so to make empty promises to these women. Women rarely tell their female friends that her husband isn’t sleeping with her anymore. So when this new guy shows an interest in her, she spills out all her sorrows onto him. In return the guy keeps assuring her that she is extremely hot and that he would do her any day. When this goes on for a while, she then has sex with him out of insecurity and to get that old rush back. But almost every single time in the end the guy leaves her when he has had his fill and she is back in her hopeless marriage regretting what she had done but unable to tell anyone about it out of shame. She starts wondering what in the world happened to that wonderful man she fell madly in love with and got married to. But now its too late for that and its now time to cherish those good times and accept the current one saying that its jes how life works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she is lucky sex with that single guy turns out great which leads to it repeating over and over again. and if everything works out well(rarely does) she now has the upper hand over her husband and wont hesitate to get a divorce. Because by now this single guy is willing to marry her if she gets a divorce. But she can never be sure until she gets that divorce. And the thought that “he approached and had sex with a married woman. What’s going to stop him from doing it with someone else after he marries me?” doesn’t come to mind. Even if it does, it is easily brushed off with the justification “what we have is different and special. He truly loves and cares for me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels as if things would be a lot worse lets say 10-20 years from now as nowadays cheating is a very common thing even among relationships as most of them are aware that they can get away with it. And now its not jes men, but even women are at it. So jes imagine how they would be a couple of years from now when they all get married and have kids of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the post is quite pessimistic but then again this is indeed what happens to the majority of marriages even if the whole cycle doesn’t complete. Atleast most people have the luxury to live blindly and not even be aware that either their husband or wife cheats on a regular basis which actually might be a good thing that its not found out. *shrug* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8864306247134133603?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8864306247134133603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8864306247134133603&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8864306247134133603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8864306247134133603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-about-marriage-and-how-it-turns_21.html' title='The truth about marriage and how it turns out most of the time.(part 2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sreex6N2J5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/BrUOCf9oz_8/s72-c/CamMarriage070124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7959552513394313612</id><published>2009-09-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:38:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about marriage and how it turns out most of the time.(part 1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SredoA_aNHI/AAAAAAAAA98/clw8XWR1Fqk/s1600-h/workfamily-traditional-marriage-cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SredoA_aNHI/AAAAAAAAA98/clw8XWR1Fqk/s400/workfamily-traditional-marriage-cartoon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945190331004018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your youth being with one girl after the other while telling yourself that you were either in love or had something special with each and every girl you were with. But due to faults from one side or the other, or due to dissatisfaction in one thing or the other your relationships come to an end. All the while you keep telling yourself that someone much better will come along. But each relationship is new and different in their own way. They all have their ups and downs. Before long you realize that the people around you are getting married one after the other. Some of them have started having kids. You feel as if your biological clock is ticking and have this need or urge to follow the saying “monkey see monkey do”. Your relatives are bugging you and so are your friends. Pretty soon your current girlfriend starts nagging as well…..cos she feels that HER biological clock is ticking much faster. Both of you want to enjoy married life. A life where you can have legal sex and be around each other more. Since currently its only a relationship, you seem to have certain restrictions. Be it that your gf doesn’t let you get into her pants for fear of god o sumthing else, or be it that you aren’t able to have sex as much as you want to, or meet as often as you want to. Both of you seem to be in the prime of your youth. You feel that if you do get married all those problems can be solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that you’re ready for a marriage all the while knowing that your lust for women as a whole will always be there. But you tell yourself that everything will change once you’re married. You tell yourself that she is indeed “the one”. So you get married in the end. If you look you’ll see that the majority of ppl who go into an early marriage are ones that believe in sex after marriage. So the really religious ones marry earliest, the moderate ones marry a bit later and those ppl who doesn’t believe in sex after marriage and who does it while being in relationships marry the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ofcourse either the guy or the girl has that need to keep the other faithful. Marriage apparently seems to have an effect on how much a person will stay faithful. Better to tie the knot fast in order to keep him or her from cheating on you with some other guy as its not a big deal to breakup a relationship but it’s a lot complicated when one decides to get a divorce. There will also be a lot of other factors to think about if you’re married.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marriage is usually followed by wonderful days. Some things can be quite difficult to handle once you start living together. But the sex and the freedom is worth it all. After all, now you’re doing it 3-4 times a day. As the weeks turn into months you realize that the number of times you have sex has been reduced. Its to be expected. It might still be great but its not as important anymore as it used to be. Because even if its sex you keep on having the same thing over and over again. You soon realize you have the need to spice it up and try different things to fully satisfy yourself and her. Those problems or difficulties of marriage that you’ve pushed down, now seems like they are getting more and more difficult to tolerate…..more difficult to compromise….even if little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the point where either the husband or the wife starts feeling as if they are growing apart. That’s when the baby talk starts. Ofcourse there will also be the want to have kids as well. Pretty soon the kid is what keeps the parents together. This is why marriage rarely works if the couple waits more than a few years(lets say abt 5yrs) to have a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems having a kid is like a double edged blade. As along with the baby comes a lot of other stuff. The wife starts to have saggy boobs and a similar bum. Stretch marks have already appeared all over. And to top it off the responsibility of having a kid comes into play as well. All of which in turn has a tremendous effect on your sex life. The already deteriorating sex life gets even more complicated. The wife is too busy with the baby and too tired when the baby’s asleep. The husband starts making joking comments(at first it appears as jokes) about her looks fading which actually makes the matter worse. By now even if sex is very important to the guy, sex with his wife aint anymore….not as much as it used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7959552513394313612?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7959552513394313612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7959552513394313612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7959552513394313612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7959552513394313612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-about-marriage-and-how-it-turns.html' title='The truth about marriage and how it turns out most of the time.(part 1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SredoA_aNHI/AAAAAAAAA98/clw8XWR1Fqk/s72-c/workfamily-traditional-marriage-cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8731388601741254621</id><published>2009-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:44:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativity of Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SoLjZNhVVhI/AAAAAAAAA90/ykZz9PowYNY/s1600-h/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SoLjZNhVVhI/AAAAAAAAA90/ykZz9PowYNY/s400/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369103728044758546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small theory(cant really be called one though) I shared with a couple of friends one night we had an overnight(alson, shabeen and zee-man) at al’s place. After I explained this so called theory we came up with a name for it which came out sumthing like “the relativity of compromise” :s  .A simple Question. We always talk about who the better half of a relationship is when we see one. Whether if it’s the girl or the guy. Now the question is “How do you determine who the better half of the relationship is?”. Using the relativity of compromise, the answer is quite simple. The better half is determined by finding out whom among the couple makes the greater compromise. Obviously one person will always compromise more than the other. And that person is automatically known as the better half of that relationship. Which ofcourse means that if a person compromises very little, the other person has to compromise a lot to make it work or balance. Which brings us to the next Question “How does one determine when its time to break up?”. And here’s the answer. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When you aren’t willing to compromise more than your current level and when the partner isn’t compromising as much as you want him/her to&lt;/span&gt;. That’s when you realize that its not going to work out anymore and push for a breakup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise if two people who cant get along at all will both need to compromise a lot for it to work out. So somewhere along the way one of them encounters the answer to the second Question I asked and breaks it off. And two people who get along very well will both probably compromise very little which makes theirs an easy relationship. So now try to measure all those problems and stuff in your relationship using this relativity of compromise and ull see that it makes a lot of sense. For example lets say you want a girl who is extremely hot with a stunning body and who has a great personality. And lets say you meet someone who that stunning body but doesn’t quite have the personality bit…if for example to be specific lets say you want her to be caring and funny. Lets say the only thing she doesn’t have is being funny. Now it comes down to if you are willing to compromise that or not. It depends on your level of compromise. Hope you got what im trying to say here. So try it out. But ofcourse keep in mind that the level of compromise from either side can change in the course of that relationship which means the partner has to adjust his/her level of compromise or break up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- im trying to make my posts shorter *whistle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8731388601741254621?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8731388601741254621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8731388601741254621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8731388601741254621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8731388601741254621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/08/relativity-of-compromise.html' title='Relativity of Compromise'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SoLjZNhVVhI/AAAAAAAAA90/ykZz9PowYNY/s72-c/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5804750301288311092</id><published>2009-08-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:04:45.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song to say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SnyWxudvDFI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gDyO2AoJJd0/s1600-h/70359-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SnyWxudvDFI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gDyO2AoJJd0/s400/70359-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367330636949294162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of God's mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;You crying, tragic waste of skin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware of how it aches ,&lt;br /&gt;And you still won't let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm breaking down your door,&lt;br /&gt;To try and save your swollen face ,&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't like you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You lying, trying waste of space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our innocence was lost,&lt;br /&gt;You were always one of those ,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with lucky sevens ,&lt;br /&gt;And the voice that made me cry .&lt;br /&gt;My Oh My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were mother nature's son ,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to whom I could relate ,&lt;br /&gt;Your needle and your damage done,&lt;br /&gt;Remains a sordid twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to wake you up ,&lt;br /&gt;To pull you from the liquid sky ,&lt;br /&gt;Coz if I don't we'll both end up ,&lt;br /&gt;With just your song to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;My Oh My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;A song to say goodbye ,&lt;br /&gt;A song to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our innocence was lost,&lt;br /&gt;You were always one of those,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with lucky sevens,&lt;br /&gt;And the voice that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Placebo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5804750301288311092?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5804750301288311092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5804750301288311092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5804750301288311092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5804750301288311092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Song to say Goodbye'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SnyWxudvDFI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gDyO2AoJJd0/s72-c/70359-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2425310415696090509</id><published>2009-07-03T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:51:23.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sk3ctPcZb0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/N1zyoFxfVo4/s1600-h/change.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sk3ctPcZb0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/N1zyoFxfVo4/s400/change.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354178201811251010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember how your love life was like at the beginning? The very first couple of girls you dated or hit on. How crazy you were for her. How romantic all your ideas were. You’d be giving her treats and buying her flowers occasionally. You’d be doing romantic stuff for her which you never imagined you would ever attempt. You’d be totally in love with the girl and be absolutely sure that its really love. Something special about that certain girl which makes her stand out. Then you’d finally win her over. You begin to experience life as you’ve never felt before. Longing to always be with her. Longing to see her or even hear her voice. It would be like everything else in your life was aligning as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then comes the breakup. Something you never expected would happen. I mean this was the perfect girl. So how could it end? This was supposed to be that special girl who stood out. And everything was going rather smoothly. No matter how hard you try and how hard you fight it, the relationship comes to an end. You fall into despair. Feeling sick of life. As if your whole life had just come crashing down. But in time after a lot of struggling you manage to get over her and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You start meeting new people. And you meet someone special again. But this time you lower your expectations. You lower the effort you put into pursuing  her affection. Those romantic stuff you did last time……that feeling has gone down a lot. Especially that feeling you had of really wanting to do those romantic stuff. So has the hopes and effort you put into that relationship. The extent of your patience, sacrifice and compromise is diminishing as well. Before you know it you’ve broken up with her too. Except this time you don’t really care. And the cycle goes on. But each time it becomes less real. The image of the girl’s you date are slowly changing to the extent where you refer to her as your current ‘girl’. She’s pretty much lost her identity. She is now jes another girl whom you have around to fulfill your loneliness and desires. Sometimes you do romantic stuff for her. But this time you do it not because you really want to, but this time you’re doing it because you want to extend the expiry date of the relationship. And also because you know that she would make it up to you afterwards which is actually the real reason why you were being romantic now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So why do most guys do that? Is it because they got hurt when they really meant it and now they refuse to get emotional again? Or have they really lost it? Or maybe cos now they don’t have to put in much effort to get what they want out of the girl? That would surely explain why 90% of married men loose their romantic side. Or even maybe that girls aren’t so important anymore as he’s jes discovered that there’s a whole ocean full of them to a ratio of three girls for every guy? Or was it four? Don’t remember. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he doesn’t want to get hurt again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now imagine that same guy falls in love again. It had been so long since he last felt that way. All those emotions that he had pushed down are rising up again. That side of him that he had locked away has come back. Why? Maybe he feels that this girl is more than worth it all. Maybe he feels that the girl is worth taking that risk. Maybe he wants to give this certain girl his all for a change. If it works out well….Hallelujah? what if it doesn’t? Can you then really blame the guy if he goes around shagging women after that? If he refuses to let himself be emotional or to really fall in love ever again? Jes how many wives are 100% sure that their husband truly loves them? Do they really think that jes because the guy chose her to get married to and start a life with that he truly loves her? What if he has taken the next step(getting married) in life after skipping the “madly falling in love with the girl” step? Is he thinking “she’s good in bed. I guess she’ll do”. Or maybe “She’s the faithful type. She’ll do fine”. OR “she’s dumb and will believe everything I say to her. She’s perfect!”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jes as there are a lot of men who doesn’t know much about women, there are also a lot women who don’t know about men. Especially the ones they are with.  So now the question which arises is “How do you know that the guy really means what he’s saying or doing? How do you know if he’s jes saying what you want to hear? Maybe it depends on jes how much effort he puts into what he does or says? All I have to say about that is “you’ll probably know it when you see it. You’ll KNOW for sure that he wouldn’t have gone this far or put himself in such a vulnerable and embarrassing situation if he really didn’t mean it. That pride thing is a huge deal for guys”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a different note, here’s a question. “When would a girl know for sure if the guy really loves her for who she is or not?” My opinion or answer to that is when she looses her looks. Maybe when she gets a kid or looses her sex appeal. *shrug*. So when does a guy know for sure if the girl truly loves him for who he is? When he looses his money? Who knows. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2425310415696090509?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2425310415696090509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2425310415696090509&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2425310415696090509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2425310415696090509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Sk3ctPcZb0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/N1zyoFxfVo4/s72-c/change.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-600688478735266794</id><published>2009-04-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:12:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SfP7Vpl8yOI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0hTDm2h2vuU/s1600-h/the_leap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SfP7Vpl8yOI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0hTDm2h2vuU/s400/the_leap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328879133470279906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something i wrote a week or so back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you but something that ive noticed. When you’re at your most vulnerable state or when you’re feeling emotional or really hurt whom do you turn to? Ofcourse i dont mean family and best friends. Have you ever found yourself showing your most vulnerable side, that side which you're too ashamed or shy to show to ppl to a certain someone who is a potential partner? Its as if there's this part of you inside who feels safe and who trusts this certain someone more than you're willing to acknowledge. And the funny thing is that this person might be someone whom you’ve vowed never to talk to or get close to on several occasions. But you still end up going back when you’re hurt the most. Be it physically or emotionally. Not to mention the connection that you make on that occasion. As if you’ve found a treasure which you’ve lost years back. A feeling of comfort that you rarely feel. You soon realize you’ve totally given into that person. You’ve unclenched yourself. All those feelings, secrets, worries and the burden you’ve been carrying by yourself are slowly eased onto that person as if you’re giving a sigh of relief. Jes talking about it all seems to give that big a relief. As if a huge load has been lifted off your chest. What’s amazing is that all it took was one conversation with this person. And you find yourself at a state that you could be in with someone only maybe after being years together with a person. Such a high level of trust is developed within minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is when you finally end that conversation and wake up the next morning, and when you’re back to yourself and in control, you feel as if its no longer there. As if you’re trying so hard not to acknowledge what had happened the previous day. You find yourself in denial justifying it to yourself saying that you were simply emotional. So why is it almost always the same person you turn to when you’re in that state? Its not like you don’t have close friends or family either. But it doesn’t feel half the same with them. That’s when you wonder what would happen if you lost that person. Or if that person walks out of your life. And before you know it, you’ve pushed that thought aside as you don’t want to think about it. You jes tell yourself that if all goes down the drain there will always be others. But will there? Will you be able to find such a person again? Someone with whom you can feel that secure and at ease with? You look back into the past and realize that all your life you’ve never met someone like this before. Someone with whom you were able to take it to that level as if subconsciously. As if your inner self is longing for this and giving outbursts every now and then wishing you would listen to yourself for once instead of the people around you. Taking all the pros and cons to atleast consider it. When you’re all alone and when you really think about it all in a neutral point of view, you always arrive at the same answer. To go for it and give it a shot. But why is it so hard to accept it and actually take that step? Maybe its your insecurities. And you want to resolve those insecurities before you go for it. But then again is waiting really the way to go with it? When you think of waiting so many ‘what if’s start to arise the worst of which is that you might loose this person to someone else jes like that overnight. Whereas going for it is perfect in so many different ways and perspectives. But I guess it all comes down to actually having the faith to make that leap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-600688478735266794?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/600688478735266794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=600688478735266794&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/600688478735266794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/600688478735266794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/04/leap.html' title='The Leap'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SfP7Vpl8yOI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0hTDm2h2vuU/s72-c/the_leap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-975232009144299496</id><published>2009-04-22T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:33:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Se_TZUpbTQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bnSjG2vxFCY/s1600-h/compromise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Se_TZUpbTQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bnSjG2vxFCY/s400/compromise.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709316195241218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise. Something which I believe defines the outcome or the longevity of a marriage or relationship. We all have faults and flaws. We’ve all gone through different circumstances as we grew up and faced different problems which contributed to defining how we turned out to be. So its no surprise that each one of us are different in our own way. There’s no two ppl whose gone through everything exactly the same and who has exactly the same likes and dislikes. Something I like to say a lot which I think kind of applies here as well : “Your favourite colour might be red while mine might be blue. That doesn’t mean since I like blue better than red, that you should feel the same way as I do. So I shouldn’t have a problem with you favouring red over blue the same as you shouldn’t have a problem with me favouring blue over red”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet someone we always try to portray the good side of ourselves to them. Especially to the opposite sex as you want them to be impressed. We rarely show our mess ups and most of the time we try to show to them what they want to see in us. But sooner or later the binds are open. Especially once you start a relationship or go further. That’s when you’re faced with a choice. Just how much of his/her behaviour which might not be totally to your liking are you willing to compromise for the better good or for the long run? In my opinion most of our expectations are too high. We want everything. The perfect guy/girl. There’s no such thing. It all comes down to compromising. Whether if you believe he/she is worth compromising those stuff that’s not to your liking and how much of it you are willing to compromise. This is again the point where we are divided into certain groups depending on our level of compromise. Or our tolerance in others. Maybe jes how stuck up we really are. Or jes how much hope and faith you can muster into something. Or how little something really means to you. Some may even call it the moment of truth. All these days in your attempts to impress others you’ve been trying to show more good/tolerance/patience etc than whom you really are. But when you’re faced with this so called ‘moment of truth’, that’s when the real you comes out into the open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a certain degree of compromise MUST be there from both partners in order for something special to work out. A story a wise man once told me. “lets say my wife likes to keep my wallet open whenever I keep it at home. But I want it to be closed all the time. And since I tell her that all the time she puts some effort into it and left it half closed one day. Its still not how I wanted it to be as I want to see it fully closed. I know that she wants it open but nevertheless she has made an effort and closed it halfway. So instead of complaining like I usually do I say to myself that this’ll be enough for me. That she doesn’t need to close it fully.” And that my friends is how a relationship or a marriage will work out. When both the guy and the girl puts an effort into the relationship and when there’s compromise involved from both sides. Or else you’re jes being arrogant and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those people who feel like their opinions, likes and dislikes mean everything over everyone else’s, you need to take a close look at yourselves. You’ve got so many flaws too. Physical, mental, status, wealth etc etc. We all do. There’s nothing special about you over everyone else. Be glad that you’ve met someone or people who are willing to compromise all your flaws, people who chose to disregard all your short comings. Those are the people that really matter. So hold them close before you realize too late that you’re all alone with just a handful of people who are struggling to put up the face that they really care for you and understand you. You never know when they would reach their limits as well and abandon you. But the problem we face is that we hold on to the saying “I am who I am. If you dont accept me for who I am then you don’t matter to me”. We take that saying in the wrong way. People whose heads are way up in the sky and feel that the world must revolve around them. So learn to compromise. Its not that hard. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-975232009144299496?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/975232009144299496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=975232009144299496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/975232009144299496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/975232009144299496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/04/compromise.html' title='Compromise'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/Se_TZUpbTQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bnSjG2vxFCY/s72-c/compromise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5310963498332070856</id><published>2009-04-12T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:17:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SeG_WlrJgvI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WxVHLYTy02Q/s1600-h/honest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SeG_WlrJgvI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WxVHLYTy02Q/s400/honest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323746629319754482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being noble and honest with your loved ones. Do you think that’s right? Seems rational and unarguable doesn’t it? But then again lets think about it a bit more. We are humans. We all make mistakes. That’s in our nature….or so we keep telling ourselves to make ourselves feel better about our mess ups or decisions. So what if you’ve made a mistake which you know will obviously disappoint or piss off your partner? Something like lets say cheating. Do you go and tell the truth with your fingers crossed hoping for forgiveness? Or do you keep it hidden telling yourself that by doing so you are protecting yourself but especially your partner? Relationships and marriages are full of lies, either if they are big ones or small ones. That’s a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us first see one side of the argument : where you tell the truth. What do you hope to accomplish by doing so? That you’re being honest with your partner which he/she should acknowledge and give you gratitude and forgiveness for choosing not to hide it? How very noble. Im sure you’d agree that we see that happening all the time to ppl around us. And most of the time if it’s a guy confessing, the girl accepts the apology and forgives him for his honesty. In my opinion that’s jes plain stupidity. But their life, their choice, their decision, their loss or gain. Too bad its mostly a different scenario the other way around. OR when you find the truth do you feel so betrayed on your trust that you decide “he who did it once will probably do it again” and declare that you don’t want any more part in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets look at the other approach where you don’t confess. Lets face it. In atleast 80% of the marriages at one point or the other either the husband or the wife cheats on the other. Even if its jes once or a few times. And from that group of couples, probably 80% of them dont even realize that they had been cheated on. The truth is almost never revealed until its found out in some way, in which case the cheater decides to spill all the beans and proclaim that he/she chose to be honest. So what’s their rationale in this issue? Lets look at it this way. You go and tell your partner that for example you’ve been with another girl a long time back or whatever. That it was only a one time thing blah blah blah. Generalizing it, one of two things will happen in that scenario. Either she will forgive you acknowledging you’ve been honest and things will remain SOMEWHAT the same(ofcourse it wont be the same no matter how hard she tries to make it appear so). Or a huge problem would arise with an end result of her leaving you. So the Question now is….is it worth it? It certainly wont get any better by you being honest. So why take that risk when you’ve got nothing to gain but everything to loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking for the other side lets say confessing is certainly better than her finding out later on before you tell her. But then again, EVEN if she finds out you’ll once again be faced with the previous scenario now wont you? You’ll seek forgiveness and assure her it wont happen again and await judgement. So why make that scenario a certainty? Why not jes wait it out and hopefully no one needs to know about it. And don’t worry, you’ll get over that feeling of guilt you might have. So this way, you remain happy that you’re still with your partner without all those complications that come with the confession and she remains happy thinking you never cheated on her. A win win situation. Ofcourse im not implying that you should be a liar or any of that. Jes that sometimes its better to keep your mouth shut without having the need to be all noble and honest. If you wanna be all noble and honest, then don’t cheat on her or do anything else of the sort in the first place. What she doesn’t know wont hurt her. But then again I guess it all depends on the circumstances of that certain situation (so now this way everyone who reads this will get to tell themselves that if something like this has happened to them, they weren’t wrong in their judgements as their ‘situation’ and ‘circumstances’ were very different. Whistle Whistle). Which now brings us to the topic of ‘compromise’ which id better write in a different post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5310963498332070856?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5310963498332070856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5310963498332070856&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5310963498332070856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5310963498332070856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-noble.html' title='Being Noble'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SeG_WlrJgvI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WxVHLYTy02Q/s72-c/honest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5706435357131849186</id><published>2009-04-01T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:13:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I kid you not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SdM-Py9Q2UI/AAAAAAAAA9E/XzQ1paT_eMo/s1600-h/000031208992004395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SdM-Py9Q2UI/AAAAAAAAA9E/XzQ1paT_eMo/s400/000031208992004395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319664025952377154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened last night around 4am or so. we played some songs nearing sunset and had left the speaker set unplugged from the laptop. It had been like that since then. Decided to turn in at 4 and was shutting down all the electric equipment when i heard it. someone reciting quran. And it was coming from the speaker set. i mean there was still power in it but it was unplugged from the computer. i checked a few times jes to make sure the sound was coming from the speakers. even turned off the power. as soon as i turned it off the reciting ceased. and when i turned it back on it started again. WEEIIRD!! im jes wondering how it couldve happened. Any ideas? oh yea, i dont have quran recitations files on my laptop. And this is jes a normal speaker set with a sub-woofer. Brand is fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i checked jes now to see if its still there. and weirdly enough now some hindi song is coming from it at a very low volume, can be heard when u actually put the speaker closer to ur ears. Even if i turn the volume from the speaker completely down, its still there. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5706435357131849186?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5706435357131849186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5706435357131849186&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5706435357131849186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5706435357131849186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kid-you-not.html' title='I kid you not!'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SdM-Py9Q2UI/AAAAAAAAA9E/XzQ1paT_eMo/s72-c/000031208992004395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5445913034753580092</id><published>2009-02-28T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:49:44.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Exams???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SaoFDZbPLvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LT10a7cLbj4/s1600-h/group+pic.jpg"&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/_4OShByvE6FI/SaoFDZbPLvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LT10a7cLbj4/s400/group+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308060666732424946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the very late update. So i figured id write down the reason for it and turn it into a post.hehe. Im sure you mustve all heard of Oral exams. well, ive got one thats been biting me on my arse recently. And thats my excuse right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the field im in we have to undergoe three individual courses each of which is followed by a final oral exam followed by work experience of 12months before we can do the next one. The funny part is all those High Distinctions and Distinctions you get from the 18 or so short courses you have to do in each of the study period doesnt mean squat. As long as you get a pass in everyone, youve got yourself an oral exam. Now this exam is the one on which EVERYTHING depends on. For me....my whole life depends on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the exam. A qualified examiner from the main Maritime organisation here in Australia would be doing the exam. I have to go there all dressed up for this 'one on one' session. He starts asking me Questions one after the other.....for TWO FRICKIN HOURS. He can ask upto 2-3Qs per minute meaning over 300 Qs. He gets to ask ANY question he wants as long as its in this field....even if its something we havent been taught as long as he feels like i should know the answer. He can show me an instrument asking me to name the parts, ask me to draw a diagram of a certain object/instrument labelling the part that you may find anywhere on a ship, or even ask me to do a mathematical question which might take 5-10mins to do asking me to do it WITHOUT a calculator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING depends on who the examiner is and his mood at that time. Some examiners have even gone for 2hr 45mins. And here's the interesting bit. There is no score...there are no marks allocated...you dont have to get a certain percentage of the Questions correct. From those 300 Qs all you have to mess up is ONE SINGLE QUESTION for him to say that its a fail. But ofcourse, depending on his mood he might allow 3-4 mess ups and might settle for 1hr 45mins. Maybe i should go to the exam with a 6-pack or maybe a fruit basket. And also complimenting him every now and then throughout the 2hrs making him feel like he's the king or something. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the consequences if you fail. You can do a resit after 2 weeks provided you can make the appointment along with $370 for the next exam. Oh yes. You can do only two re-sits. If you fail the next one, the final re-sit can be done after a month from that fail date and if you fail the last re-sit, you can do the exam again after you've had SIX MONTHS WORK EXPERIENCE ON A SHIP(not to mention all the expenses to renew your visa and all the paperwork and payments along the way). And if you have to wait even for a month and two weeks the living costs go upto approximately $1500-$2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my opinion the whole thing doesnt make much sense. I mean i can totally understand if even lets say there were like a 1000 Qs from which each examiner gets to pick any 200-300 Qs. Instead of them getting to ask ANY Question they want. This classmate of mine was failed after 2hrs of Qs when he was asked to do this mathematical sum without a calculator. And this was a calculation to find the approximate position of his ship in an emergency. Nowadays we've got all this technology and all these different instruments which help us do it. Anyways, his working was correct but he made a small mistake with the calculation part of a particular step. He was failed right there saying that "there MIGHT arise a scenario where all the instruments and all those other aids available to you fails. And you might not even have a calculator with you." Helloooooo. if by some weird coincidence or freak of nature it happens, wont the person atleast do the sum two or three times to make sure his working was correct or atleast have someone else do it as well? And he was FAILED after 2hrs for that? For the love of god. tsk tsk tsk. No wonder people seem like they are gonna fly away when you meet them after theyve passed. &lt;br /&gt;P.S- I never seem to be able to write anything short now am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5445913034753580092?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5445913034753580092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5445913034753580092&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5445913034753580092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5445913034753580092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/02/oral-exams.html' title='Oral Exams???'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SaoFDZbPLvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LT10a7cLbj4/s72-c/group+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3130543860310166377</id><published>2009-01-18T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:14:15.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESTLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SXMkNU1pZ0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/sQLme4qSkXM/s1600-h/Tears_of_blood___blue_version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SXMkNU1pZ0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/sQLme4qSkXM/s400/Tears_of_blood___blue_version.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292613798441084738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I lay on my bed. I couldn’t go to sleep. I was lying on my bed for so long….thinking about her. I just couldn’t sleep. Her face. Her eyes. Her smile. I closed my eyes and they just kept circling in front of me. I couldn’t get rid of the face no matter how hard I tried. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to get rid of such a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling hot all over. Immediately the thoughts came surging back into my head like a glass of milk pouring into a bowl of cereal. Though I was sweating all over, my heart was shivering with cold. And I felt an emptiness inside me. My heartbeats were so strange. And so loud. I couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I tried. I just wanted to wrap my hands around my heart to make the cold go away. Though I barely slept the past days, I wasn’t one bit sleepy. I was lying on my bed, feeling light as a feather….floating.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was darkness everywhere. Complete darkness all around me. Suddenly a speck of light could be seen from a distance. I started running towards the light. And there she was. The same sparkling eyes and angel smile. She was floating so gracefully just above the ground in the whitest of robes. Her long wavy black hair swayed ever so gently. Her pink lips could mesmerize even the most hesitant men. Her creamy white skin and her slim figure was breathtaking. She was possibly the greatest of God’s creations….so perfect. The mere sight of her filled my heart with light. So much joy….so much happiness. I looked deep into her gleaming eyes….into a different world. A world full of happiness….joy….and love. Huge fountains of honey and milk. The ground was covered in white pebbles, sapphires and diamonds. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. The most wonderful light filled the whole place. There were trees of all types bearing the ripest of fruits. They looked so juicy and mouthwatering. The whole place was decorated with the most exotic flowers. In a distance buildings could be seen. No!….not just buildings. Castles!….castles made of bricks of gold and silver fashioned with jewels and pearls. So beautiful….so breathtaking. Who says that heaven isn’t a place on Earth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was….looking at heaven through the eyes of the most graceful of God’s creations. I slowly stretched my hand towards her. And there was not a soul who could blame me for wanting her so bad. But do I deserve such beauty?….such magnificence? &lt;br /&gt;The moment she saw me stretching my hand towards her, her smile slowly faded. And she started floating away from me. I cried out but there was no sound. No reply. I tried desperately to run towards her. But my legs were frozen in place. I felt the life being drained out of me as she moved further and further away from me. And I was helpless in stopping her. Darkness slowly closed in upon me in all directions. I was able to move once again. But she was nowhere in sight. I fell down on my knees. I felt my eyes watering. Slowly and painfully tears of blood slowly rolled down my cheeks. I felt so helpless….lonely….scared.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All life had been drained from my body. I felt weak and vulnerable. What did I do wrong? I didn’t deserve such sorrow. I never knew it was wrong to fall in love….wrong to want something so bad. How could she torture my heart like this? She turned away from me after showing me that she was the gateway to heaven on earth. I banged my fists on the small pool of blood that was forming on the floor. The darkness slowly devoured me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought, the days turned into months and months into years. My love for her didn’t change a bit. If anything had changed, it was time….and my health. Eventually, her thoughts would be the death of me. What would I have achieved then?….nothing. When I die, my soul would leave my body with the loss of two worlds……….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3130543860310166377?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3130543860310166377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3130543860310166377&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3130543860310166377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3130543860310166377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/01/restless.html' title='RESTLESS'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SXMkNU1pZ0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/sQLme4qSkXM/s72-c/Tears_of_blood___blue_version.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2834951235696297457</id><published>2009-01-13T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:12:54.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The butterfly that flutters its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SW2CWD9PrOI/AAAAAAAAA78/APZ_JIvn6bg/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SW2CWD9PrOI/AAAAAAAAA78/APZ_JIvn6bg/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291028452761119970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The essence of nature is mathematical. There’s a hidden meaning beneath reality. Things are organized following a model, a scheme, a logical series. Even the tiny snowflake includes a numerical basis in its structure. Therefore, if we manage to discover the secret meaning of numbers, we will know the secret meaning of reality.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds nice and interesting doesn’t it? Now lets have a look at the other side of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since man is incapable of reconciling mind and matter, he tends to confer some sort of entity on ideas because he cannot bear the notion that the purely abstract only exists in our brain. The beauty and harmony of a snowflake, the butterfly that flutters its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world. We’ve been hearing about that damn butterfly for decades but who has been able to predict a single hurricane? Nobody! Tell me something. Where is the beauty and harmony in cancer? What makes a cell suddenly decide to turn itself into a killer metastasis and destroy the rest of the cells in a healthy body? Does anybody know? No! Because we’d rather think of snowflakes and butterflies. Or Pain? War? So why? Because we need to think that life has meaning. That everything is governed by logic and not by mere chance. If I write 2, then 4, then 6, we feel good because we know that next comes 8. We can foresee it. We are not in the hands of destiny. Unfortunately however, this has nothing to do with truth. Don’t you agree? This is only fear. Sad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about both of this. What comes to mind? What do we understand by the statement that is the topic? Im sure some of us will have totally different ideas and opinions about it. Or even if its roughly the same what are the differences? Can such events that revolve around our lives be foreseen or figured out beforehand? Can there be a secret meaning to reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The 2008 movie “The Oxford Murders”-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2834951235696297457?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2834951235696297457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2834951235696297457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2834951235696297457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2834951235696297457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterfly-that-flutters-its-wings-and.html' title='&quot;The butterfly that flutters its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world&quot;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SW2CWD9PrOI/AAAAAAAAA78/APZ_JIvn6bg/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6062803552728064073</id><published>2008-12-28T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:30:53.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some basics on "How to cheat on your Bf"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SVhEZThSpHI/AAAAAAAAA70/Kzq_ktLsg2w/s1600-h/how+to+cheat+on+bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SVhEZThSpHI/AAAAAAAAA70/Kzq_ktLsg2w/s400/how+to+cheat+on+bf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285049364246602866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Most Maldivian girls cant go out and be with guys without a lot of Questions arising. So you wanna be bringing him over to your place saying he’s a close ‘friend’. And chose the limited time you can go out for special occasions and ‘purposes’ which you cant obviously do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tell your bf that he is a close friend of yours and hint him how your previous bf was really obsessive and over protective of you keeping you away from your guy friends. Tell him how much you had hated that quality. He’ll get the hint and will try to be understanding and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So he’ll let you hang out with this friend and call him. Just don’t tell him that you do it all the time and don’t talk about that guy much unless you want your bf to be suspicious about this certain guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don’t worry much about your phone and the records as most guys have this pride about them which prevents them from going through your phone. You can adjust it depending on what kind of guy he is as some of them can be pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It’s a good thing to let the guy know about your bf as guys don’t really care about it that much as long as they can get ‘some’ or atleast if they know they would get ‘some’ after you breakup with your bf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But you can always hide the fact that you have a bf if you aren’t sure about your relationship and if you need him as a back up incase you have to breakup. Don’t want him to label you as “just a friend” now do you? Which might make it harder for the guy to make a move on you after you breakup, especially if you’re the type who usually lets the guy do the seeking. Or he might even go hit on some other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It’s a good thing to let your bf know that other friends will also be there when you’re going out with the guy to lower his suspicions. Afterall, you’re going out to hang out with a group of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tell this guy about your relationship stressing on all the problems you guys face and how incompatible you guys are. Most of the time he’ll agree with you.  Its easy to do. For example you can always pin on him being either obsessive or not caring enough. There’s no mid point. Its one of those ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It’s a good thing to not bring this guy to meet your closest friends as mentioned before in the previous post, they might mess it up for you. Or if the guy finds out that you’re occupied he might hit on one of your friends.heheh. That should be fun. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To put it simple, if you want him just for ‘that’, its best to let him know. Most guys wont give a damn as long as they can get some. So its alot easier with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If your bf finds out or is suspicious show him some extra 'love'(you know what i mean) and he'll easily give in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heres something you can say to your bf if you're really upto it. If he complains about you hanging out and calling this guy,point out that you're in a relationship with him and not this other guy. That you're kissing(to make it sound more nice) him and not the other guy. that you're only meeting him to 'talk' as a 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The good thing about girls is that unlike guys, only a few of them wanna have affairs(unless they are married ofcourse as that’s a totally different thing).*whistle whistle*. Most of them like keeping back ups incase their current relationship ends. Like the old saying goes “jassaane gaagandeh balaanulaa udhussaa nugannaashey”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im sure you can gather the rest from the previous post which applies to this one as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6062803552728064073?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6062803552728064073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6062803552728064073&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6062803552728064073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6062803552728064073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-basics-on-how-to-cheat-on-your-bf.html' title='Some basics on &quot;How to cheat on your Bf&quot;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SVhEZThSpHI/AAAAAAAAA70/Kzq_ktLsg2w/s72-c/how+to+cheat+on+bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2740541835816269805</id><published>2008-12-21T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:07:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some basics on "How to cheat on your Gf"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SU8sgtkf42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/0P6uLDfOs8s/s1600-h/cheat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SU8sgtkf42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/0P6uLDfOs8s/s400/cheat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282489828428997474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, don’t go around telling people that you aren’t single. Keep it hush hush. Try to tell as few ppl as possible. Ur a guy. Ur gf wont be coming over to ur place everyday to see u. its gonna be the other way around. So that’s gonna be a bit easier to manage with lesser Questions from ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when u find another girl, make sure she is of a different batch than ur gf. Many of the girls in male’ study at the same schools and are bound to know or would’ve heard of each other if they are in the same batch. Or atleast have a friend who knows her. So pick someone of a different batch. Or you can just go to facebook and check the friends in common. Facebook can be VERY helpful at times. ;)  You can even check to see if her closest friends know the other girl too. Or even her closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mention ur gf’s name to her or her name to ur gf unless there’s no other way. Even if you have to mention either just say it’s a close friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bring ur gf into ur circle of close friends or this other girl either. Your friends might slip up and mention the other or if they know ur cheating on her, one of them might decide to go all noble on ur arse and tell her which would bring a couple of headaches and complications along ur way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to go out cycling or go out that often. Try as much as you can to stay indoors. Plus that’s mainly how you’d be getting what you really want. If either of them asks whom you were with at a certain time that day indicating she might’ve seen you with the other girl, don’t lie and make up a story. But say you went with a friend to drop her home or went to dinner with a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. Something totally innocent. Because if she really did see you and you lied saying u weren’t with a girl, you’re going down. Unless she’s stupid enough to believe you over what she saw with her own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop that need to brag to your friends about it. Even if you do, keep names and details about them a secret. You don’t want them accidentally bumping into the girls and befriending them. Guys have a weakness to sell out their friends if it brings him a step closer to getting to her. No matter how close a friend he might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be corny and write nicknames such as ‘love’ , ‘hon’ etc in ur phone book regarding either. And for god’s sake remember to regularly delete sms’s from either as well as the call record. Don’t just delete the whole list. Only calls from and to either of them. And don’t keep pictures or videos in ur phone either. That has come to bite a lot of guy’s in the arse when the girl starts searching their phones and seeing all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a bit of a schedule in ur head. And try to allocate a time for either of them that ofcourse doesn’t coincide. Try to keep an hr in between so that neither of them will be calling you while ur with the other as ur running late. And let her know that ur going to be with friends at that time and that they tease you if she calls or sms’s saying she’s got u on a leash. That way she wont call you when ur with the other girl. And let her know that you don’t like it when she asks too many Questions as if she is being suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower her with talks of trust and love. If she starts to suspect and begin asking Qs, use the tactic ‘Denial’. And then go to the ‘trust’ story. “What? You don’t trust me? I love you. And if you can’t trust me then how can this relationship survive? I totally trust you. Why cant you?”. Don’t worry. She’ll feel guilty enough to stop asking Qs and believe everything you say in a day or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event that either of them finds out about the cheating in some weird way, and if u don’t have a logical way out just agree to it. Then give lots of excuses and vows that it was your first time, you were weak but it will never happen again. To give you a second chance. Beg and even shed a fake tear or two if you have to. Showing that ur emotional about it tends to make her think you really love her and that its ok to make a mistake. Be extra careful these couple of days. Atleast until uve regained her trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of complications that may arise and be careful. Always keep in your mind whom you would choose if you had to. So if it all blows up, you can quickly ditch the other and show extra care and love to the one you want saying she had always been the one for you. The one you really loved. The other girl was jes a friend who fell for you and was trying to distant you from ur true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the read. Hopefully the next one will be “How to cheat on your Bf”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2740541835816269805?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2740541835816269805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2740541835816269805&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2740541835816269805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2740541835816269805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-basics-on-how-to-cheat-on-your-gf.html' title='Some basics on &quot;How to cheat on your Gf&quot;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SU8sgtkf42I/AAAAAAAAA7s/0P6uLDfOs8s/s72-c/cheat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7142817052652787842</id><published>2008-12-13T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:15:53.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you laugh ur arse off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SURrDn69ogI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DgCqu4X-8oM/s1600-h/Colinmochrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SURrDn69ogI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DgCqu4X-8oM/s400/Colinmochrie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462373185135106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOLLOWING ARE THE TOP STORIES ON THE NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The great Jamboanee, eccentric human cannonball known for taking his lucky donkey to all of his performances escaped near tragedy today when the donkey climbed into the cannon muzzle just as Jamboanee was taking off.  It took the surgeons 3 hrs to remove Jamboanee’s head from his Ass. Both are resting comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A fight was started downtown by a man wearing a suit made completely of mirrors. The police said the man apologized once he had time to sit down and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Donors are wanted for a man whose buttocks were blown off in an industrial accident. Doctors report “no end in sight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nine out of ten Maldivians believe that out of ten people, one will always disagree with the other nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wives live longer than husbands because they are not married to women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*60’s musical group “the birds” today announced their 24th city re-union tour with their new band member George W.Bush. To save on money, Mr.Bush will play both guitar and drums. According to a spokesman, "a Bush in the band is worth two in the Birds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Psychic convention cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A man is still in critical condition after swallowing 250,000 dollars in large bills. No change is expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*95year old Fred Skippy was found NOT guilty today of sexual harassment. The 95yr old however was charged with “assault with a dead weapon”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Convicted hitman Jimmy two shoes mc.Cardy, confessed today that he was once hired to beat a cow to death in a rice field using only two small porcelain figures. Police admit that this may be the first known case of a Knick Knack Paddy Wack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NASA sends probe to Uranus. People everywhere giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if u didnt get any(highly doubt that happening). *whistle whistle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7142817052652787842?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7142817052652787842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7142817052652787842&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7142817052652787842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7142817052652787842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-stories-on-news.html' title='Hope you laugh ur arse off'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SURrDn69ogI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DgCqu4X-8oM/s72-c/Colinmochrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7484740149070236491</id><published>2008-12-12T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:11:42.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SUNRUqpewBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZCX_vwMOP4Q/s1600-h/test%2520tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SUNRUqpewBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZCX_vwMOP4Q/s400/test%2520tube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279152603695857682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i hate this. all these damn medical tests. tests tests tests. blood, urine, x-rays, scans. Already over Rf6000 worth of TESTS. And does anyone know what the test with those wires or so are connected arround your heart(on the external skin ofcourse) do? something about the nervous system around the heart? or something to do with the pumping of blood through veins? anyone know anythin about it?&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i know they'd be sticking a tube up my arse. That would be the day. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7484740149070236491?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7484740149070236491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7484740149070236491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7484740149070236491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7484740149070236491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SUNRUqpewBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ZCX_vwMOP4Q/s72-c/test%2520tube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-778291350439184008</id><published>2008-11-28T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:09:31.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76517d818a1a8c5e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76517d818a1a8c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B5304E54F4B9B0FC4C63EF15FF5B650E387D2C.5D696FDE5C7BA9AC89E9FA3E75F4EFD59693EA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76517d818a1a8c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj_ksPuDI0zGz_CISq61iRqe3-Qw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76517d818a1a8c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B5304E54F4B9B0FC4C63EF15FF5B650E387D2C.5D696FDE5C7BA9AC89E9FA3E75F4EFD59693EA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76517d818a1a8c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj_ksPuDI0zGz_CISq61iRqe3-Qw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had an advanced fire fighting course done. Believe me. Theres a HUGE difference from what we see in movies and the real thing. There was a replica of a part of a ship with three compartments and a tunnel. The whole purpose of the course was to train us to be a scene leader and incharge of such an operation and exposure to different scenarios. So each time, four guys would be allocated to be the fire teams(two in each team),  who would go prep up for entry by putting on all the protective wear and breathing apparatus. The others would be helping with the boundary cooling(spraying of water from the outside to bring about a cooling effect and also used to find the locations of the burning fires inside). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first team had gotten ready, their air cylinder pressures would be taken to calculate an estimated amount of time they would be able to be inside before their air ran out. At first I thought it would be simple. I mean afterall, you go in there with the hose and just put out the fire right? And then you look around for the missing persons(dummys) and just carry them out one by one. How hard can it be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one guy’s holding the fire hose and a torch while the other guy is helping him with the hose and maintaining communication with the outside. But the minute you go in there with this rather heavy gas cylinder on your back with a tight gas mask on your face, helmet, fire jacket and gloves on, its obviously really difficult to move about as you would without them. Its dark as hell in there. Not to mention the heat that can be felt despite the jacket and protective gear. Even when you shine the torch, its light reaches only about one and a half feet away from the torch due to all the smoke that’s continuously being released from the blazing fire. And you haven’t even located the fire yet. So you’re moving step by step dragging all these stuff along with you, feeling around with your feet and hands trying to find casualties in there(who are supposedly unconscious as they are dummies ofcourse). Your heartbeat is racing. You’re feeling claustrophobic and its hot as hell. By now you’re basically panting meaning that you’re using up more and more air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once you’ve finally located the fire you put on the hose and actually have to go at it till the fire is completely extinguished as its really easy for the fire to burn up again after a couple of seconds if you don’t. Once your air is almost replenished, you make your way back step by step trying not to hit urself against a pipe or trip over. When you’re out, the next team goes in and you’re supposed to change the cylinders with new ones and prepare the sets after doing all the necessary checks and make ready to go back in as soon as the other team comes out. It was excruciating. But by the end of the next day we had gotten pretty used to it and found easier ways to deal with the problems we face while in there. So overall I guess it was a really exciting course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that these were controlled fires that couldn’t spread more than a certain area. Not to mention the fact that by the time you go in there a few times, you’re familiar with the place and more aware of where to search and the layout of the spaces and floors. But still it was a huge challenge. Now I think of all those real fires which are ALOT bigger in size, temperature and magnitude that are occurring. The firefighters are going into places they have never seen before in their entire life with ALOT more smoke having the fear that the roof or floor might cave in at any given time. Not to mention how rapidly fires can spread and grow. So my hats off to all the brave firefighters who actually risk their own lives DAILY, jes so that they could rescue complete strangers. Good luck to all the guys who did the course. Great job out there. Hope the crew I have to work with are as competent and reliable as you guys. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-778291350439184008?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=76517d818a1a8c5e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/778291350439184008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=778291350439184008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/778291350439184008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/778291350439184008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-fighting.html' title='Fire Fighting'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7671613470248197015</id><published>2008-11-18T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:43:24.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell or not to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SSKbD9HrP1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/cHSidh08wfI/s1600-h/drops+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SSKbD9HrP1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/cHSidh08wfI/s400/drops+heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269945006225571666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure uve been in a situation where someone has come asking for your advice regarding his relationship. You had reliable information that he was being cheated on which you felt he should know about. The first time round you tell him honestly what you know and how you know and give your opinion about it. You could care less about the other person in the relationship. Lets say your friend listens to you, makes up his decision and goes off. But in the end he goes and does the complete opposite of it even when he found out you were telling the truth. Furthermore he rats you out saying you were the one who told him what had been hidden to him and had adviced him to do this and this, BUT how he overcame it and chose to do the opposite all for love. You jes let it slide saying he was weak and that he'd regret it later which he does. Because like we say "effulhah mathin fummaali bakari aneh fulhah mathinves fummaalaane". And that ccomes to bite your friend in the arse after things had messed up alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the same kind of problem happens with another friend. This cycle continues and after a couple of rather disappointing scenarios you look back. And you see that for example only two person from the six ppl that came for that advice actually took it. the others all regretted it later but in the process burnt ur arse and made you turn out to be the bad guy. But the only two friends who actually took the advice were ever so thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you start thinking about the whole thing. Whether if its really worth it all. You ask yourself why in the world you're getting involved. Would it have been better if you had jes kept out of it? Or jes pretended you didnt know anything? You start changing your views about it. Because as for the last one who came, you told him that you've encountered this problem before. That this and this had happened. That you didnt want to get involved in it....telling him the scenarios one of which was bound to happen, all in which you would turn out to be the bad guy. But you also feel that since he is your friend you have a right to tell him the truth and let him decide for himself what to do from thereforth no matter how messy it might get. so due to his persistence you tell him what you know and it turned out you were right again. One of the scenarios you explained came to be afterall. So then you start thinking. Screw it! You could care less about what happened. Its not your life, its not your problem. They've got a brain, they can think up a way and act on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly out of nowhere and more than a year after the incident one of those friends who had listened to you and was grateful for it sends you an sms. Thanking you for what you did back then. That he was grateful for it saying that now he realises jes how tough it wouldve been for you back then. All the doubts in your mind when you push yourself to come to that decision without simply brushing it off. As he had now faced that same situation with a friend of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about it all a bit. Was it really worth it all for those two that emerged despite the other four that didnt? Do you think you shouldnt have told any of them?It surely wouldve been easier and less complicated for you that way. Think deep about it all before you come to that decision. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7671613470248197015?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7671613470248197015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7671613470248197015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7671613470248197015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7671613470248197015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To tell or not to tell'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SSKbD9HrP1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/cHSidh08wfI/s72-c/drops+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2179133684479191304</id><published>2008-11-08T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:40:38.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying and Cheating in a Marriage(2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFrwEYacI/AAAAAAAAArE/gpmtHVy6CH0/s1600-h/cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFrwEYacI/AAAAAAAAArE/gpmtHVy6CH0/s400/cheating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266262325963811266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now she is complaining to her friends as well that this and that is happening to her life and marriage seeking comfort from them on what to do and how to proceed. Complaining what an asshole her husband is and how could he be doing this to her and their child. They all give her the advice she needs. She listens to it all and assures them that she would stand her ground. But everytime at the very end she turns tail and runs off being subdued by the husband. And ends up saying that she doesn’t have proof that she is being cheated on, and that she has to think about her child and whats to become of him if she were to get a divorce. She starts having doubts if anyone would accept her as after the divorce she would come in a package. She is afraid of a lot of things which are quite understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I come to the point of all this. Look ppl. If u wanna get a divorce and don’t want to live in a life filled with lies and cheating anymore, quit your whining and do something about it. Make a stand and actually walk the walk. But if ur too weak or decide to say “im doing this for my child and I still don’t have solid proof”, then quit whining about your husbands. We’d agree that you aren’t being cheated on and that everythin would be great if that’s what you really wanna hear. So go back to living that life in denial with that voice in the back of ur mind telling you over and over again that ur being lied to and that ur being cheated on. Im sure even if u saw ur husband butt naked with another woman you would find some way to convince yourself otherwise. Women all over the world are being oppressed and taken advantage of by men. Why? Don’t blame it on the men. You let yourselves be in that situation. No one can change that life for you until you make a stand for it. So don’t go around blaming men for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now id like to direct you to something “dhondhooni” wrote on her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“there's this couple. they had been married atleast for more than 8 years. they have four kids too. what happened is that, recently this lady had a miscarriage during the fourth month of her pregnancy and apparently she had some bleeding problem for quite a number of days. [during which apparently they wouldn't be doing THE sexual stuff].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the best part. apparently, this lady got so depressed about not being able to satisfy his man sexually, she actually went [at noon] and brought some girl FOR her husband to satisfy him! yes, this is true!” –dhondhooni.blogspot.com-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- to all those ppl who had experienced such a thing happening to a friend of yours. Don’t butt in. Give them your advice as a friend and let things be from that part on. Don’t try to be a saint or convince her over and over again. There’s no use trying to fill water into a tank with a hole in it if she isn’t willing to put the plug on that hole. Mind your own business and step aside before u get hit with “you cant possibly understand my situation. I have a child and im married”. It’s the same if it’s the other way around and that it’s the wife who is doing the cheating. Unfortunately I met a guy with 2 kids whose wife was shagging the young man who was brought to their place to help with the house chores. He would sometimes come home to hear her shagging him on his bed. He would sit down and wait in the sitting room until they finish. All for the sake of his two kids. She would actually know her husband is outside but would finish up before coming out. Sad and pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2179133684479191304?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2179133684479191304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2179133684479191304&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2179133684479191304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2179133684479191304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/11/lying-and-cheating-in-marriage2-of-2.html' title='Lying and Cheating in a Marriage(2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFrwEYacI/AAAAAAAAArE/gpmtHVy6CH0/s72-c/cheating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5604422224348840703</id><published>2008-11-08T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:25:10.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying and Cheating in a Marriage(1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFHkSWzxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0-YYRQnG9jE/s1600-h/300_176085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFHkSWzxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0-YYRQnG9jE/s400/300_176085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266261704325910290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to say that this post isn’t about a specific couple in particular. But feel free to think its about you if you really want to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy meets girl. They fall in love. Make out and have sex. Leads to a lovely marriage with a wonderful wedding. Lots of shagging at first. Seems like both of them cant get enough of each other. Doing it on the bed, table, chair, roof, elevator, staircase, in the ocean. You name it. Full of ‘love’. Pretty soon most of them give birth to a beautiful baby. So cute and adorable. They’ve created life from their love for each other. A family of their own. But somewhere along this beautiful and wonderful journey something happens which leads to something totally unexpected. The sex has greatly decreased. Upto the point where you feel like you have to actually ask for it or even beg for it. When you have to actually persuade your husband into it. This is usually experienced by the wife in particular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you notice that he takes longer at work, goes to more coffees and spends more time outside. Why no sex? “im tired honey”. “don’t feel like it tonight”. His phone bill starts rising(that’s if by then the wife is allowed to see the bills). He suddenly puts a password on his phone and grows more distant from her. No more “I love you” or any of those romantic stuff that he used to do. She starts worrying. She knows that she doesn’t look the same after giving birth. She starts feeling insecure and in the back of her mind she hears a soft voice say that her beloved is cheating on her. But how can that be? SHE is the love of his life. Not to mention their baby who seems to be growing up so fast. No way. That’s jes being silly and stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she starts noticing the weird actions of the ppl she know. Her friends and relatives act all weird around her. One day one of them bears the strength to come up to her and tell her that her husband has been seen with a particular girl all over the place. At restaurants, coffees, cycle rides etc. She is confused and gets mad at her friend yelling at her as she cant bring herself to believe it to be true. But she knows deep inside that so many ppl wont be thinking it and saying it if there weren’t some truth to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her husband comes back home she tells him that these certain ppl (including names) have said this and that about him. So whats the truth? He smiles and tells her not to listen to them. That they are trying to come inbetween them, reassures her how much he loves her and their child. That night she has wonderful sex with her husband after a long time and by the next morning she has a huge smile on her face and she has dismissed everythin she had heard against him. But in time small things start revealing themselves. Like seeing an sms he had received from a girl and one he had sent, an email he received/sent, him speaking to some girl late at night while she was asleep, her friends seeing her husband taking a girl to a guesthouse,etc. Everything leads to an argument which ends in him justifying his actions with some lame excuse that doesn’t even make sense, a bunch of lies which later is found out followed by the previous reassurance and sex and this time it comes with apologies and asking for second chances as this time he had been caught lying to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5604422224348840703?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5604422224348840703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5604422224348840703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5604422224348840703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5604422224348840703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/11/lying-and-cheating-in-marriage1-of-2.html' title='Lying and Cheating in a Marriage(1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SRWFHkSWzxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0-YYRQnG9jE/s72-c/300_176085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2312437540045247733</id><published>2008-10-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:24:14.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of Man:Evolution or Intelligent Design.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SQgMWTUVX3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/0liV0q87Dgs/s1600-h/evolution-white.jpg"&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/_4OShByvE6FI/SQgMWTUVX3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/0liV0q87Dgs/s400/evolution-white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262469741864640370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of evolution or intelligent design is a controversial topic around the world.  Creationists are certain that there was a creator who designed everything, while Evolutionists believe that evolution on its own brought us into existence.  It was Charles Darwin in his 1859 book On the Origin of Species who introduced the theories of Natural Selection and Common Descent which gave rise to this heated debate.  In 1871 in his second large book on evolution The Descent of Man, Darwin applied his two theories to human evolution.  In the Muslim world human evolution was completely rejected without any consideration.  The Muslim religious scholars at the time of Darwin were not fluent in English, nor were they well educated in science, so none of them had the skills needed to investigate the Quran in light of scientific findings.  Once they declared “evolution is wrong,” it just stayed that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slide show is too long so ill keep it simple and leave the link below. It talks about the fossils that were found which were somewhat similar to us. And by using verses from the Quran explains where it all fits. Verses which actually agree to it being true. that these beings had once roamed the earth before man did. They link the verses from the Quran to the modern day science and findings about these fossils. And actually suggests that we too could be replaced. Have a read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the link: &lt;a href="http://www.truevolution.net/HEvolution-2_files/frame.htm"&gt;Origin of Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2312437540045247733?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2312437540045247733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2312437540045247733&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2312437540045247733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2312437540045247733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/10/origin-of-manevolution-or-intelligent.html' title='The Origin of Man:Evolution or Intelligent Design.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SQgMWTUVX3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/0liV0q87Dgs/s72-c/evolution-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3728862471235610199</id><published>2008-10-27T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:05:05.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We will be removed. Its not a matter of IF but WHEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SQWdG1oJMKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ohOrw2ZYZ7g/s1600-h/rg_impact_narrowweb__300x438,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SQWdG1oJMKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ohOrw2ZYZ7g/s400/rg_impact_narrowweb__300x438,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261784480452522146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, bear with me. i recently came across this lecture which explains a very interesting religious view about evolution which was really different from the ones we usually hear. All we hear is "God created man and sent Adam as the first human being. so evolution is false" and we stop it right there. Anyone who says anythin against it......well, u know how the stories go. So ive summed up the slides and decided to put it up. The one below is one which was presented before the actual one which relates to it. so i figured i'd put it up as well. So have a read through this one and ill post the following one(longer than this im afraid:The origin of man, Evolution or Intelligent Design) after this. And at the bottom ive put up the link which would take you to the actual slides. i reckon that would be better(its got pictures and better to read as well ;).hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فَإِذَا نُفِخَ فِي الصُّورِ نَفْخَةٌ وَاحِدَةٌ وَحُمِلَتِ الْأَرْضُ وَالْجِبَالُ فَدُكَّتَا دَكَّةً وَاحِدَةً فَيَوْمَئِذٍ وَقَعَتِ الْوَاقِعَةُ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the Horn is blown one blow.  And the earth and the mountains are carried and then pounded one pound.  Then on that day The Event (Extinction Level Event) has occurred. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 69, verses 13-15   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;Early Muslim scholars1,2 stated that the companions of Prophet Muhammad indicated that these verses of chapter 69 entitled “Al-Haaqah” “The Inevitable” are related to the first blow of the Horn, an event which will mark the end of the human race as we know it.  The phrase “فَدُكَّتَا دَكَّةً وَاحِدَةً” translated as “pounded one pound” accurately describes the effect of the impact of a massive object with the Earth.  The Quran calls this inevitable Extinction Level Event   Al-Waqia, The Event, and describes it in more detail in chapter 56 entitled “Al-Waqia” “The Event” verses 1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إِذَا وَقَعَتِ الْوَاقِعَةُ لَيْسَ لِوَقْعَتِهَا كَاذِبَةٌ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When The Event (Extinction Level Event) occurs. &lt;br /&gt; For its occurrence there is no denier.  &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 56, verses 1-2   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the first two verses of chapter “Al-Waqia” “The Event.”  Modern science confirms that it is only a matter of time before a massive space object hits Earth again.  People at ground-zero will not know what hit them. This inevitable event will cause destruction of global proportion.  No one will deny its occurrence, for every person on Earth will experience the effects of this Extinction Level Event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خَافِضَةٌ رَّافِعَةٌ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lowering down, raising up. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 56, verse 3   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact of this massive object will create a huge deep crater 10-15 times larger than the object itself, ejecting an enormous amount of material into the upper atmosphere.  The aftershock of this impact will also create a wave of earth that will travel around the globe in all directions wiping out everything in its path.  The Arabic words “خَافِضَةٌ” “khafidah” (lowering down) and “رَّافِعَةٌ” “raffiah” (raising up) accurately describe the sequence and effect of the impact of this massive object and the giant wave of earth that results from this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إِذَا رُجَّتِ الْأَرْضُ رَجًّا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the Earth is shaken a great shacking. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran chapter: 56, verse 4   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;The massive object that brings about an Extinction Level Event will hit Earth with such force that it will shake the entire planet.  The impact will cause every major fault line to fail.  Immense earthquakes will occur in all parts of the globe causing unimaginable destruction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَبُسَّتِ الْجِبَالُ بَسًّا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the mountains are shattered to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter  56, verse 5   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent research on “How Asteroids Trigger Volcanoes”1  has shown that an impact of a large asteroid and the resulting earthquakes and surface tremors will trigger  volcanic eruptions around the globe.  The larger the object the larger the earthquakes causing larger cracks in the Earth’s crust that allow for an increased magma flow, resulting in more violent eruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فَكَانَتْ هَبَاء مُّنبَثًّا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they become scattered dust. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter  56, verse 6   (610 AD) &lt;/em&gt;The very fine (like flour) particles from the numerous volcanic eruptions will be carried for many miles, settling out as a dust-like layer across the landscape. This is known as an ashfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إِذَا الشَّمْسُ كُوِّرَتْ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun is shaped like a ball.  &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 81, verses 1   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;Early Muslim scholars1,2 stated that the companions of Prophet Muhammad indicated that verses 1-6 of this chapter “Al-Takwir” are also describing events related to the first blow of the Horn.  The dust in the air from the impact and  from volcanic ash will block the sunlight reducing its visibility making it look like a ball.  The dramatic decrease of sunlight reaching the surface will also produces a drastic short-term global reduction in temperature, called impact winter. Plant photosynthesis stops and the food chain collapses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَإِذَا النُّجُومُ انكَدَرَتْ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the stars are obscured. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 81, verses 2   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;At night the volcanic ash and smoke in the atmosphere will obscure the starlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَإِذَا الْجِبَالُ سُيِّرَتْ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the mountains are moved. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran chapter: 81, verse 3   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;The uncountable violent volcanic eruptions will create massive mountains of flowing lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَإِذَا الْعِشَارُ عُطِّلَتْ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the she-camels, ten months with young, are abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 81, verse 4   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camel in her tenth month of pregnancy is extremely precious to her owner because she is just about to deliver her baby.  However, due to the horrible events of this day of destruction, even the most precious of property will be abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَإِذَا الْوُحُوشُ حُشِرَتْ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the wild beasts are gathered together. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 81, verse 5   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of fear, all kinds of wild animals will run together seeking areas of relative safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وَإِذَا الْبِحَارُ سُجِّرَتْ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the oceans are set alight. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 81, verse 6   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Volcanic eruptions in the seas and the lava purring into them from the land will raise their level and temperature and make them appear on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُوا رَبَّكُمْ إِنَّ زَلْزَلَةَ السَّاعَةِ شَيْءٌ عَظِيمٌ يَوْمَ تَرَوْنَهَا تَذْهَلُ كُلُّ مُرْضِعَةٍ عَمَّا أَرْضَعَتْ وَتَضَعُ كُلُّ ذَاتِ حَمْلٍ حَمْلَهَا وَتَرَى النَّاسَ سُكَارَى وَمَا هُم بِسُكَارَى وَلَكِنَّ عَذَابَ اللَّهِ شَدِيدٌ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mankind fear your Lord.  Certainly The Earthquake of The Hour is a tremendous thing.  The day you see it, every nursing one will forget her nursling and every pregnant one will deliver her burden, and you see mankind drunken, and they are not drunken, but the punishment of Allah is severe. &lt;br /&gt;The Glorious Quran: chapter 22, verses 1-2   (610 AD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Islamic beliefs, these events will bring about the removal of mankind, as we know it, from Earth.  These events will not happen until after the second coming of Jesus, which will unite all believers in Allah (God).  After his second coming a good wind will take the souls of all believers, so only those who denied Allah will experience the horrors of this day1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truevolution.net/HEvolution-1_files/frame.htm"&gt;Evolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3728862471235610199?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3728862471235610199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3728862471235610199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3728862471235610199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3728862471235610199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-will-be-removed-its-not-matter-of-if.html' title='We will be removed. Its not a matter of IF but WHEN!'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SQWdG1oJMKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ohOrw2ZYZ7g/s72-c/rg_impact_narrowweb__300x438,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4669401032341819115</id><published>2008-10-22T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:44:19.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SP8QiZiiomI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ENKVANZ-_xw/s1600-h/oman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SP8QiZiiomI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ENKVANZ-_xw/s400/oman1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259941072949387874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really different but interesting things about Oman and its people. As ive mentioned previously in my last post, i had the pleasure of hanging out with some of them recently and the blabber mouth that i am, couldnt resist but having a long conversation with them about their country and people. Im jes going to mention everything as they come to mind so excuse my writing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems its casual for them to wear "dishdasha"(that robe one we see arabs wearing so often) in their daily lives. Just like we see wearing tucked in shirt, trousers with tie as an official outfit to go for offices and the same without the tie to go to school, they wear the white dishdasha for school and work. even if they're going to ceremonies as well. usually the difference would be just the colour. this shocked me as the only time ive seen them wear it here is when they go to friday prayers....but then again winter jes passed. so it was a bit hard to actually picture them wearing dishdasha almost all the time back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems this life we know about having gfs/bfs is a big noooo to them. but they dont go "its haram in islam" or any of that sort. they jes dont see it as an appealing way so as to speak. maybe theyve gotten too used to it being that way for generations that it seems odd to even hang out with one of the opposite sex even as friends. seems if u come across a girl you like, you'd go and tell ur parents about her and they'd contact her parents and see their background. then they'd meet you two up and she gets to decide if she wants to take it further. but even then you dont get to meet her and stuff. you can call her and talk but you cant take her out on dates or anything. and guys dont even hang out with girls even as friends. if people were to see you with a girl, it would be an embarrasing thing to you, something which could ruin yours and your parents reputation. so they jes dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ofcourse there would be ppl who'd go out of their ways and sometimes the police would catch a couple together behind a bush or so *whistle*. but what they do is, ask the girl if the guy is with her doing whatever he is with or without her consent. i guess politely asking if ur being raped.heheh. and even if they were having sex, the worst that could happen is being kept at the police station and ur parents being called up. they'd also try to lecture both of them on it and would try to get them to get married soon. Because what they believe is that its not the job of the police to go around finding adulterers and dealing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One crime that is treated harshly is drug trafficking. a crime punishable by death. only to those who are involved with the selling of the drugs and not the victims. the victims are sent to rehabilitation centres. seems the convicted seller has his face covered and knelt down infront of 7 shooters. but there will only be a single bullet and even the shooters wont know whose gun has the bullet even after firing. A tactic used so that the executioner wont be known. not to mention helping in overcoming any guilt the shooters might have allowing them to tell themselves that they might not have been the actual executioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was telling me recently how the weddings are with them. As we assumed its a wedding where men and women are separated. it seems usually the weddings are held at two houses. the house of the groom and bride where all the guys will be going to the groom's house and all the ladies to the brides house. So if i was married i would be first going to the bride's house, drop my wife there and then go over to the groom's house. and after finishing id pick my wife up. And once the whole party is over, the groom would go and pick up his newly wedded wife and the couple would go to the house they'd be residing in to get laid *whistle*. And there are weddings where halls or such are rented like we do in the Maldives. even then the ladies usually go inside and all the gents stay in the garden or so to speak. and when the majority of the guests leave, the two families and relatives eat together and then take pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has already been too long.....as always.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Post: An interesting religious view on Evolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4669401032341819115?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4669401032341819115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4669401032341819115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4669401032341819115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4669401032341819115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/10/oman.html' title='Oman'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SP8QiZiiomI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ENKVANZ-_xw/s72-c/oman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1893320786743794070</id><published>2008-10-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:25:50.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SPUOTF24tiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r8ivppIzB10/s1600-h/uae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SPUOTF24tiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r8ivppIzB10/s400/uae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257123861177611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had the opportunity to hang out with a couple of guys from United Arab Emirates and guys from Oman these last couple of months. And i encountered some really interesting and different stuff about them which i thought of sharing. when i came here in 2005, i had two friends from Oman. This time theres a new guy from Oman and three guys from UAE. Obviously ive been spending more time with them than the aussie guys.....even though they talk in arabic most of the time and have no idea what the hell they are saying.hehe. But atleast they try to talk in English whenever im there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ramadan we had a little break fasting the five of us at one of their place. and they had this drink which was a substitute for the watermelon drinks we have back at home. the first time i drank it i didnt hesitate to try n gulp it all down as it looked like milk. wrong move! you shouldve seen the look on my face. The drink was creamy and yet spicy as well and to me it jes tasted aweful. apparently it was made of yogurt and they do mix some stuff in it. Apparently this was a traditional drink they had right after they broke their fast with dates. But all the maldivians say that its a "firihen beys".hehe. And they have a coffee of some sort. it was good i must say. but damn its so strong. they even serve it in these tiny little cups which look even smaller than those 'shot' glasses. maybe cos its strong. and it seems u shud have atleast three cups and when ur done, ur supposed to give the cup back to the person who served it to you while shaking the cup in ur hand which is a sign that ur done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing i found is when they eat they put on this huge plastic sheet or sometimes newspaper on the floor(by floor i mean the rug or tiles ofcourse). They would then bring this huge tray filled with rice usually with the meat or curry poured on top in the centre. Then the guys would sit around it and go at it in the same tray while sitting on the floor. It seems thats how they eat even back at home with their families. everyone eating from the same tray.Like there'll be an area on the tray for each person and once uve emptied that bit u can bring in more from the centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this gathering quite recently. it was actually a celebration. three of them had passed their final exams and had gotten their engineer certificates so they had made lamb for everyone and invited them over. Coincidentally i was doing group studies with two of them that day. so they dragged me along for this meal. There's this square shaped block of flats where all the arabs had rented apartments from. so the meal was at two adjoining apartments. most of them came wearing that arab outfit we usually see on the tellie. excluding the turban ofcourse. Here is the best thing ive seen among these guys. they were from both UAE and Oman, same region but different countries. and they had all met up only a day back at friday prayers. but when we went there, the hosts were standing outside and they were greeting everyone that came. the look on their faces. it seemed as if they hadnt met each other for ages. i felt as if they were all brothers from the same family who had met after a long gap in between. and its like this whenever they run into each other. i could pick up few of the stuff they were saying. and it wasnt like those usual greetings u get from the aussie folk where everyone merely asks "hey! hows it going?". they had these huge smiles and kept asking each other what they had been upto, laughing and really enjoying the conversations. some of them teasing the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of about 20guys were divided into the two apartments which had two trays each. so five guys for each tray. they were all laughing, teasing andd having a great time even while eating. when we were done we all moved into one apartment where we had dessert. even for dessert, spoons were handed out and the sweets or trays of pudding or so were kept at the centre and each one would take a spoonful each time while chatting away. What came next was pretty interesting as well. There was this vase shaped thing which had a burning piece of coal or sumthing in it. they poured some powder onto it and this smoke started rising from it continuously. Reminded me of the prophets's series they show during ramadan where Abrahama's grandfather was in his chamber praying.hehe. anyways it seems this was some kind of perfume. it was passed around the room like the red indians passed the pipe. and each one would coat himself with the fumes and pass it to the next. seems it was a traditional thing. Then came that coffee.hehe. and loads of those small cups passed around and one guy pouring coffee for everyone. it was fun considering the fact that i didnt understand 95% of the conversations they had when they spoke arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on most of us went to the cinema to watch "Body of lies". nice movie i must say. so overall, i think they are pretty interesting people, even the way they uphold their traditions. Most of it was really different from ours but the most wonderful thing i found was the brotherhood they had among themselves. It was the whole "my muslim brother" thing. i even had a few conversations with them about how their life is back in their countries. it was really interesting and different. but thats for some other post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1893320786743794070?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1893320786743794070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1893320786743794070&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1893320786743794070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1893320786743794070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/10/arabs.html' title='Arabs'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SPUOTF24tiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r8ivppIzB10/s72-c/uae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5162067984820262327</id><published>2008-10-06T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:15:31.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOn0BIUQDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/zYgBc2dFCrU/s1600-h/gay-parade-32.4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOn0BIUQDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/zYgBc2dFCrU/s400/gay-parade-32.4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998740553862258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which ill never understand. Falling in love with and seeking a person of the same gender as a lover or partner. even some maldivians most of whom still cant even say it openly exposing themselves, actually support them. but those that do anonymously especially in blogs are saying "whats the big deal about it?". that if two ppl of the same gender love each other they should be able to live life as they like. thats its not a problem at all. and how much they have been fighting for those rights. and yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres my logic to it. its considered wrong for a man to go and have sex with an animal. why? cos its not human. so lets move on to humans. but it seems its not good to have sex with a child. ofcourse thats jes wrong. so how about a 50yr old man gettin it on with a 20yr old woman? or maybe a 20yr old guy with a 50yr old woman? u see where im getting at? so why are you against what ive jes mentioned? its jes wrong aint it? so a man having sex with another man.......does that sound right to u? o.O  its jes wrong even health wise. so many complications are arising from it. but MAYBE like some ppl like to believe, IF we keep on having anal sex who knows. maybe one day the future generation of mankind would evolve in a way to accomodate for that as well. *whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously ppl. gays and lesbians? and speakin of lesbians here's something id like to point out which i have to give credit to women. when men hear about lesbians over 90% of the male population doesnt think its disgusting at all. and more than 90% of the male population thinks a guy on a guy is simply disgusting. BUT when women are asked the question one would like to think they would be pretty much the same as a difference that it would be opposite. but thats not how it is right? with women they seem to like the thought of lesbians a hell lot more than the idea of a guy on another guy. raises alot of questions now doesnt it? *whistle whistle*  and ive met quite a number of women who actually openly admit that they dont get disgusted on the idea of lesbians and some say that they wouldnt mind trying it out. whereas with guys its a completely different case when talking about a guy with a guy. is this the point where im gonna be told that its happening because women are more open and guys arent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those ppl who actually support gay rights and all, why do u support them and if u really do, why cant u say it out in the open? and why is it among a gay couple that they actually have a need for one of them to be the husband and the other the wife? and pls tell me that you dont really think theres nothin wrong with that pic up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is in reply to something paperclippenny mentioned in the comments. i know that different ppl will have different likes or views on diff matters. one might think the best profession is being a doctor while others might think something else. one might like the colour blur while the other red. one might believe wearing "jubbaa" is a must while others dont. but there are some things where each and everyone of us draws a line. for me this gay thing is one of them. i dont agree with drinking, choosing different religions, using drugs etc etc. but ive got friends who do so. but that does not mean id treat them any differently or hold grudges against them. as long as they dont try to influence me or others into it, its their own thing. and i agree with what u said about "as long as they are not forcing themselves on the innocent". but boasting and being proud about it to the point on having parades, making out in the open, dressing up(more liking undressing up) for such occassions...thats jes too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like anonymous has said it. how sure are we that people we know arent going to get dragged into it. all i know is that a guy would love to have many girls around. pretty sure gays would want the same thing. how many ppl do u think would get dragged into it. every thing is taken step by step. look back a few years. there was a time when "hanee" was pretty much the only gay person we heard of in Maldives. thats not the case now is it? how long do u think it would take maldives to reach the state America or Thailand is in right now, with gay marriages, gay get togethers, transexuals etc etc? not to mention the fact that most of us are starting to believe that progress involves acceptance and rights for people to live any way they wanna live. freedom of this and that. first off sure, we would be thinking its ok for us as long as we dont get dragged into it. im sure most ppl in america and thailand were thinking the same thing a couple of years back. *shrug*  all im saying is that there's always a boundary and in my views this is crossing that boundary and more ppl should be aware of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5162067984820262327?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5162067984820262327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5162067984820262327&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5162067984820262327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5162067984820262327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/10/gays.html' title='Gays'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOn0BIUQDHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/zYgBc2dFCrU/s72-c/gay-parade-32.4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2031465659344504653</id><published>2008-09-30T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T04:12:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to change back into who we are again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOIJcFsdA8I/AAAAAAAAApk/9vWwax2B4kA/s1600-h/eid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOIJcFsdA8I/AAAAAAAAApk/9vWwax2B4kA/s400/eid.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251770493637034946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ramadan is over and eid is here again. time for all those lousy messages which makes u feel like ur reading through a couple of forward mails. Please try something new or think up of something instead of forwarding last years ones. and i guess its time for people to show their true colours once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i guess it was an ok ramadan, though i do have my regrets. didnt feel like ramadan. maybe cos i was too busy to actually feel hungry. uni from mornin 9 till 5 and then breakin fast at 5:45. doesnt leave much time to think "hey, i havent eaten anything all day". and as far as the religious bits are concerned i must say i aint proud of myself at all this year. no excuses either. but theres nothin like waking up early morning on Eid and having that cup of coffee after takin that 30day break. Sigh. im actually looking forward to it. and i guess Eid wont be like eid at all this year as its in the middle of the weekdays and we'd be at uni the whole day. oh well, what to do. but then again, even if we were in male' we'd be stuffing ourselves the whole day.hehe. but i must say that im gonna miss those old songs they show on tv each year. those are some good songs.anyways, jes wanted to wish everyone a happy Eid and hope u got the most out of this year's ramadan unlike me.anyone up for the "haroadha" this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2031465659344504653?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2031465659344504653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2031465659344504653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2031465659344504653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2031465659344504653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-change-back-into-who-we-are.html' title='Time to change back into who we are again.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SOIJcFsdA8I/AAAAAAAAApk/9vWwax2B4kA/s72-c/eid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3767251583207849133</id><published>2008-09-26T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:31:26.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lailathul Qadhr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNzVr_F_DQI/AAAAAAAAApc/0jWP255Pm58/s1600-h/quran.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNzVr_F_DQI/AAAAAAAAApc/0jWP255Pm58/s400/quran.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250306217254784258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that ive been wondering about for a few years now but never really talked about until now. we all have heard and know about "lailathul Qadhr" right? the night thats said to be more blessed than a 1000months. the night that the Holy Quran was blessed upon the human race. the night where angels including Gabriel would descend down to the Earth. Its this very special night that comes during the last 10days of ramadan said to be one of the odd nights. so here's my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example lets imagine that tonight is "lailathul Qadhr" as most ppl seem to say so (27th night). if its night time at any one point on the earth, it will be daytime in another, afternoon , evening and even dawn in some parts of the world. so how can that be? so is "lailathul Qadhr" a 24hour time period? but then why do we refer to it as a NIGHT? In response some ppl would surely say that it would be the 27th night in each of these places on the globe. but then again while the 1st of september is the first of ramadan for some countries, other countries are experiencing through falakee ilm that its the 2nd or maybe the last day of the previous month. so doesnt this mean that the 27th of ramadan wouldnt coincide even on the same day to most of the countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means im not trying to belittle it, but more trying to understand it. so can anyone shed some light onto this topic. because the problem with most ppl nowadays is that they dont question stuff about our religion like they should. i mean they should discuss it and try to reason with it. because if they have confidence in their beliefs, they shouldnt be afraid of it feeling like ur being a "munaafigu" if ur questioning or inquiring about anything in our religion. so please would someone care to shed some light on this topic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3767251583207849133?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3767251583207849133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3767251583207849133&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3767251583207849133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3767251583207849133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/lailathul-qadhr.html' title='Lailathul Qadhr'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNzVr_F_DQI/AAAAAAAAApc/0jWP255Pm58/s72-c/quran.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8876924405877897110</id><published>2008-09-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:55:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdest and most Terrifying experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNM7wUS5Y2I/AAAAAAAAApU/gbtqcIrEe9w/s1600-h/D5106XMJI1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNM7wUS5Y2I/AAAAAAAAApU/gbtqcIrEe9w/s400/D5106XMJI1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247603692084487010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened last night. was up to eat 'haaru' and my usual midnight chat. then after a phone conv tried to get some sleep before i had to wake up again in about 3hrs time. my room has a sliding door meaning it cant be locked. and the door is about 3feet from the bed. and i always turn off all the lights leaving jes the laptop light which too i keep tured around in the other direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling you get when you know someone is outside your door? that moment right before someone would open the door. i had closed my eyes for about 5seconds when i had that feeling. and instantly i felt this strange feeling all over my body. its hard to describe as its never happened before in my life. but here goes. it felt like every inch of my body was being pressed down by this force. kind of like the water pressure that presses u inwards when u dive deep down. similar to that but on a much larger scale. i couldnt move at all. it was followed by the sound of the door sliding open. but like i said before i couldnt move a muscle. the first thing that crossed my mind was "im dying!". just like that. it really felt like it. i tried to open my eyes to no avail. i didnt even know if i was breathing. but i was certain that someone or something came in through the door and was probably standing next to me. i was scared shitless. i didnt wanna die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after abt 2 seconds or so of struggling to move a muscle i was able to open my eyes....just a bit though. it was dark and instantly that force which had me pressed down vanished jes like that. but i couldnt keep my eyes open for long and the second my eyes closed that feeling came back again. i felt helpless and was ready to scream out by now. i wanted to run away, as far away as i could. thats when i heard a voice say "im coming for you" followed by a soft laugh. then i heard the door sliding again, probably closing this time and just like that the feeling of constriction disappeared and i was able to move again. i jumped up out of bed and sat there not knowing what to do or even what to think. i was trying to convince myself that it was only a dream.i wasnt sweating. my heard wasnt racing. infact i didnt feel anything except fear. and its easy to know what a dream is the minute you wake up from it. and that was no dream. lots of different and rather weird explanations raced through my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt gonna tell anyone about it. it didnt make sense even to me. and the obvious explanation anyone would give is "it was just a dream" or "it was all in your head". nevertheless i thought id write about it in a post atleast to remind myself what had happened before i soon forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- there are some bits and pieces ive intentionally left out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8876924405877897110?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8876924405877897110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8876924405877897110&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8876924405877897110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8876924405877897110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/weirdest-experience.html' title='The Weirdest and most Terrifying experience'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SNM7wUS5Y2I/AAAAAAAAApU/gbtqcIrEe9w/s72-c/D5106XMJI1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4177421676866994439</id><published>2008-09-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:30:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm and Fire</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite music pieces. Its without the vocals though. heres a link to one with the voalcs&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iu17jsQ-7X4&amp;feature=related"&gt;(storm and fire)&lt;/a&gt;. Its "A Song of Storm and Fire" from the anime series "Tsubasa Chronicles". Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fcbd6259ab3b5d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fcbd6259ab3b5d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A74FC1174BD1413D00AAA56923282B728791BD.558DC839F1BB4BB3F8FA8DCD247BF689D08C0A18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fcbd6259ab3b5d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1fLdUrGXybjVnQbScn0AVwJD_dg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fcbd6259ab3b5d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A74FC1174BD1413D00AAA56923282B728791BD.558DC839F1BB4BB3F8FA8DCD247BF689D08C0A18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fcbd6259ab3b5d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1fLdUrGXybjVnQbScn0AVwJD_dg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4177421676866994439?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1fcbd6259ab3b5d1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4177421676866994439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4177421676866994439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4177421676866994439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4177421676866994439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/storm-and-fire.html' title='Storm and Fire'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5540826964241825683</id><published>2008-09-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:24:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped to be raped and then murdered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SMv2IMWhYVI/AAAAAAAAApM/_kU2WB7SH9o/s1600-h/child+abuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SMv2IMWhYVI/AAAAAAAAApM/_kU2WB7SH9o/s400/child+abuse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245556811618148690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how such stuff as lying and cheating and stealing something is considered as really bad stuff to us. like if we know someone who does or has done it, it automatically changes our view of the person(to most of us anyway). and then this thought goes through our heads "what the hell is wrong with him/her? how could he/she even think of doing that?". thats a bad person for you right there. one you'd take caution from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a doc the other day and while waiting, i opened up this magazine. There was a topic which read "the beast of Germany"(dont quite remember the country name). so i skipped to that page and read an interview of a 20yr old girl who had testified against an individual. it was her story of the worst time of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had testified against someone who was an unemployed father(of someone else ofcourse). this guy had kidnapped her off the streets when she was 12years old(yep, this report was made a couple of years after the incident). she was kept in a small dark basement with a chain around her neck. the guy would occasionally bring her out of there to his bedroom only to rape and torture her. he made her believe that he had kidnapped her for a ransom but her parents didnt want her back. he even allowed her to write to her mom, only to not send those letters and then come tell her that her mom never replies. apparently this man had done the same with THREE other girls and when he was done with them, he killed them all. he was involved with selling off small kids as well as making torture movies etc with kids in em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking(never a good thing). we live in a world where we know all of this happens and even worse. yet we dont think much of it. maybe cos it hasnt happened to someone close. but then again it has happened to a few of us. what is it that drives a person to go to this extent? i mean here we are complaining about lies and cheating and small time stealing while stuff similar to these are happening around us even in male'. its somewhat understandable what drives a person to steal and such. but child abusing? what does the person hope to achieve from that? especially in this age of prostitution and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncle of mine was one day talking with an inmate who had just been released from prison. they were talking about those child abusers that were put away in prisons. how all the other prisoners always give them a hard time(they deserve it if you ask me). and seems this guy went and spoke with one of them asking him the same question i asked previously. "Why do you do it? what drives you to it? is it because your wife doesnt have sex with you? or is it because you dont enjoy it that much?". and the guy replies saying it wasnt such a reason. that his sex life with his wife or so is awesome. and that he honestly had no idea as to WHY he did what he did. that he couldnt even explain it himself. seems he's even asked himself that question several times but he just couldnt figure it out. so what is it that drives these people to do it? and i wont be surprised if one day people would start calling that too a disease or a part of those people like they now do with homosexuals and so n so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5540826964241825683?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5540826964241825683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5540826964241825683&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5540826964241825683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5540826964241825683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/kidnapped-to-be-raped-and-then-murdered.html' title='Kidnapped to be raped and then murdered'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SMv2IMWhYVI/AAAAAAAAApM/_kU2WB7SH9o/s72-c/child+abuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7271921944813297859</id><published>2008-09-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:15:54.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to temporarily stop drinking, having sex and remember that ur a muslim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SL44vXfBTYI/AAAAAAAAApE/-6BiMLIlIHI/s1600-h/Ramadan_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SL44vXfBTYI/AAAAAAAAApE/-6BiMLIlIHI/s400/Ramadan_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241689402714967426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its here again. the month where muslims get reminded to which religion they belong to. time to temporarily stop all the drinking, all the sex and TRY to fast. well, this is the truth of most muslims now aint it? not a single prayer the whole of the year and as soon as ramadan arrives its time to START. i guess its atleast better that it DOES happen for one month a year than not happening at all. and ofcourse we DO encounter those sneaky bastards who claim to be fasting but the minute everyone is out of sight consumes some food item. i guess its more common in the islands where they can actually go in groups to the woods with a loaf of break and some canned tuna. *whistle whislte* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something we witness each year during ramadan. fist 10days, mosques overloaded. second 10days, ppl reduced by half and final 10days a 50% increase. wonder if we're gonna witness the same thing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jes imagine all those guys who'se only been married for a few months or years. after breaking the fast they will  have to apparently go to 'sleep' since they didnt sleep the previous night or so what they say. heheh. come on ppl, we know what its abt, no need for all those xcuses jes go for it. ;) uve waited a whole day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustnt forget. the parteys are once again at it to show that ramadan is the best month for theft. out of the 12months in each year, it now seems that ramadan is the month where the biggest robberies are happening. best month for prayers as well as the best month for theft :). wont be surprised if those guys fast and pray as well. lol. i guess maldives surely has upheld the saying "monkey see, monkey do" to a new level when it comes to religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something that i didnt expect to see here. we've got a small mosque here where all the diff muslims(even if i say all its just about 40ppl) from different countries gather for friday prayers. thats when the mosque would be full(yea, small mosque). but when ramadan started the mosque is full every night for 'tharaaveeh' prayers. thats about at 20:15 by which time its freezing cold outside. but still all these ppl make it there. that sure was a surprise. so i guess its not all hopeless. hope it lasts till the end of ramadan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At night when its all dark, even if only one candle is burning it seems so bright and seems like so much around it is lit". ill leave the interpretation to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7271921944813297859?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7271921944813297859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7271921944813297859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7271921944813297859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7271921944813297859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-temporarily-stop-drinking.html' title='Time to temporarily stop drinking, having sex and remember that ur a muslim.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SL44vXfBTYI/AAAAAAAAApE/-6BiMLIlIHI/s72-c/Ramadan_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8404404423165404111</id><published>2008-08-26T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:34:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you get to say "HA! TOLDYA!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SLPNz3KnDaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/c5T5Okxg9K0/s1600-h/MonorailCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SLPNz3KnDaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/c5T5Okxg9K0/s400/MonorailCat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238757082427493794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;You jes gotta love that feeling you get when u get a chance to say "Hahaha. i TOLDYA!!"&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl like finishing it there but me, i like to rub it in. i mean come on. enjoy that feeling while it lasts. look at it this way. A lot of shit happens. there's alot of disputes as to whose right and whose wrong, whose cheating, whose lying etc etc. u know how the charade goes. Before you know it you get dragged in and asked to take the witness stand. The interrogation starts. You say what you have to or tell it as how it happened to you. some call it explaining their side of the story. soon u feel an opposition against what u said. You then end up being called a liar etc etc. the drama drags on and on. so you jes say what you have to and then walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass by. Sometimes months. the truth finally comes out and your moment arrives. the moment which shows that you were right all along. and the opposition party is forced to face the truth. sometimes after theyve made an utter fool of themselves. But most of the time itll take a few days for the news to reach you. Because ofcourse, after all the unnecessary mess that had been created we humans find it oh so hard to go upto that person and say "You were right! Im sorry i doubted what you said and created such a charade". We have too much pride to go through with all that. Most of us try to forget the incident ever happened and tries to be civil with that person. But nevertheless, that news has a way of finding you. and when it does, you look into the mirror and see an evil smile that had formed which you have no control over. and a sentence or two forms in ur head as if a passing thought. such a wonderful feeling. Enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know. its not such a good thing to rub it in. but still its worth it. i mean come on. After all the mess and ruckus that usually happens, the person usually cant even bring himself/herself to make an apology. and ur jes supposed to go "its ok, u dont have to say anything. i totally understand why u did this and that. the reasons for all the doubts and all the stupid lame ass choices u made. but its all in the past now and all is forgiven. so lets pretend it never happened and ill once again put myself in a position for you to do it all over again in yet another situation". get my drift? so atleast have the satisfaction of rubbing it in and letting out any stuff that u mightve been holding in before going there. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8404404423165404111?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8404404423165404111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8404404423165404111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8404404423165404111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8404404423165404111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-get-to-say-ha-toldya.html' title='When you get to say &quot;HA! TOLDYA!&quot;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SLPNz3KnDaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/c5T5Okxg9K0/s72-c/MonorailCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3522640335672169524</id><published>2008-08-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:21:33.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKiyUtXCmFI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZkLvbYEiuiU/s1600-h/secret.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKiyUtXCmFI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZkLvbYEiuiU/s400/secret.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235630635661563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a small discussion that had happened concerning the whole secrecy issue. Btw, the people or incidents mentioned are all made up. If they weren’t made up, ill simply say “all characters, incidents and implications are made on purpose” :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Ahmed goes and tells a secret of his to a friend(Ali) in total confidentiality. And then Ali decides to go and tell it to Hawwa saying it’s a story abt Ahmed. Ahmed one day finds out and “how could u Ali? I trusted u! U betrayed my trust, yada yada..”. then Ali goes to Hawwa and says “How could you Hawwa? I trusted u! U betrayed my trust, yada yada..”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what we don’t get is, why the hell is Ali so furious with Hawwa? “U betrayed my trust”?? Duuude, u did the same thing so quit whining and trying to make a big issue out of it. First realize that before u go off barking at others.&lt;br /&gt; Now we go to Ahmed. His justification for telling the secret is, “Ali is a close friend of mine, but still this was understandable. He even tells me about the secrets of other ppl as well”. Helloooo? Isn’t that enough reason for u NOT to tell him ur own secrets? Ok, he’s ur friend. SO heres what u do. Hang out with him, have fun, listen to his stories, be the understanding friend. BUT make sure that when u tell him something of urs, that its something he could never use against u. doesn’t matter how close a friend he is. NEVER trust anyone to that extent. Even ur gf’s and bf’s. jes look around u. ppl are breaking up all the time. Then theres the huge probability that they’d go off and tell their friends and their new loved ones about u and ur secrets. Im not saying not to trust anyone. Jes keep it at a limit. Be aware of what ur sharing and what u aren’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something admirable about guys. I guess it’s a guy thing. Yea, most of us do talk abt stuff within a particular group of guys. They share pretty much everything. The admirable part is that it stays within the group. Lets say one guy in the group is having probs with his wife. He comes and shares it with the rest of the group. They all listen and then give him advice on what he could do. He goes and tries it out and everybody is happy. Now the others in the group, they might talk abt it among themselves when the bloke who is having problems aint there. But they’ll never share it with someone outside the group. I think that’s the best u can expect from people. Don’t hold on to that holy statement of urs “How could you? I trusted u! U betrayed my trust” and then jes go around telling stuff about urself which u don’t want others to know of. The funny thing is most of the time these so called secrets have been told by that person to over 20ppl or so. hehe. And STILL he expects every one of them to never tell a soul. Lol. Yes! Sometimes ur closest friends will talk abt u among themselves when ur not there. Live with it. Cos u do the same. Jes make sure it doesn’t leave that group. U aren’t satisfied with that? Theres always something else u could do as well. Don’t tell ANYONE :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the conclusion we came to. &lt;br /&gt;*if someone tells u upfront that what he’s about to tell u is a secret or if its something personal about that person, shut ur mouth and keep it a secret even from ur closest friends. There’s a reason why ur friend chose to tell u and not the rest.&lt;br /&gt;*if u decided to go tell a friend about someone else, accept that its probably gonna be heard by someone else as well and then go tell it. Don’t expect it to be a secret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;*And if u wanna tell a secret about urself to a friend, make sure ur friend understands that its supposed to be a secret. Don’t jes go rattle off something about urself and expect him to understand that it’s a secret.&lt;br /&gt;*one last thing. Something u can follow. “If u tell me a secret in total confidentiality, ill treasure it always. But If I find out about something which u chose NOT to tell me, don’t be surprised if I go and tell a bunch of ppl about it. And u DON’T get to use ur holy line cos u chose not to tell me and I found out on my own :)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, a lot of guys follow that. Especially keeping stuff within a group. Though there are some who goes against that guy thing in hopes of getting laid or scoring big with the chicks. Heheh. But that’s another topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: well, we are all thinking it so here’s what Wikipedia has to say abt it. &lt;br /&gt;“Gossip is idle talk or rumor, especially about the personal or private affairs of others. But gossip has recently come to the attention of academia as a fruitful avenue of study, particularly in light of its relationship to both overt and implicit power structures.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3522640335672169524?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3522640335672169524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3522640335672169524&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3522640335672169524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3522640335672169524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-pass.html' title='Secret Pass'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKiyUtXCmFI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZkLvbYEiuiU/s72-c/secret.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3074717238045708839</id><published>2008-08-16T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:34:36.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKae8Ay5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAok/vkv5XMoMjSA/s1600-h/2431548220_9f4706b5fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKae8Ay5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAok/vkv5XMoMjSA/s400/2431548220_9f4706b5fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235046370707596338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me said the raindrop to the seed.&lt;br /&gt;We’d make a winning team wont we&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;Ull become a pretty flower&lt;br /&gt;And ill be finally free&lt;br /&gt;From the shackles of this cloud&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll make the most of life&lt;br /&gt;Come we haven’t got much time&lt;br /&gt;Cos all living things must die&lt;br /&gt;But I will nurture u till ur petals turn to white&lt;br /&gt;And u will hold me close untill the last drop of me dries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos u and me &lt;br /&gt;We have each other&lt;br /&gt;And that’s all we need&lt;br /&gt;The place ill call my home is anywhere that u will be&lt;br /&gt;U and me will never make a mark on the shape of history&lt;br /&gt;But im glad u came to make ur mark on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darling when I lie down I hope ull be around&lt;br /&gt;To lay ur roses down over me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I will never keep to watch u fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t last a day without u standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;From a satellite lens we are jes a tiny speck&lt;br /&gt;Over little consequence&lt;br /&gt;In the great scheme of things&lt;br /&gt;From down here&lt;br /&gt;In this tiny little sphere&lt;br /&gt;The colours are at focus &lt;br /&gt;And the pictures crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos u and me &lt;br /&gt;We’ve got each other&lt;br /&gt;And that’s all we need&lt;br /&gt;The place ill call my home is anywhere that u will be&lt;br /&gt;U and me will never make a mark on the shape of history&lt;br /&gt;But im glad u came to make ur mark on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-???-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3074717238045708839?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3074717238045708839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3074717238045708839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3074717238045708839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3074717238045708839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/08/dedicated-to-you.html' title='Dedicated to you'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SKae8Ay5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAok/vkv5XMoMjSA/s72-c/2431548220_9f4706b5fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7503193825631370228</id><published>2008-08-10T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:54:42.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJ7WJUDTY0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/E49FcmHt4rg/s1600-h/guygrabbinghead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJ7WJUDTY0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/E49FcmHt4rg/s400/guygrabbinghead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232855272540824386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!! its over.....for the time being anyway. god i hate this new system. Seven Subjects for that sememster. the notes are made into a text book for each subject. well, for Electronic Navigation we had three text books which came to a thickness of over 7cms total(yea, i measured,hehe). 10 text books total and all of it taught within 2months. And as soon as those 2months are over on comes the exams. the main exams were ALL held in 5days. and to make matters worse half of them had a pass percentage of 70%. O.O  atleast even if we fail we do get one resit provided we scored above 50%. u fail that one and thats it. do the whole course again next year. hehe. and starting tomorrow its another new NINE subjects. O.O  too bad they are extending this course by another three months starting next batch and not our one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE WATCHKEEPING&lt;br /&gt;* Describe the obligation if any, of a power driven vessel that is proceeding along a TSS and it encounters a ship crossing from starboard to port which is posing a rick of collision? (5marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Calculate the course that a ship steering 000 T would need to alter in order to show ONLY its sternlight to a ship that was on a steady bearing of 337.5 T. Assume alteration of course will be to starboard? (5marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION PROCESS&lt;br /&gt;* what is meant by "feedback" and "closed loop" in communication? (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* explain the difference in using the words "objective" and "subjective" in a phrase (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIP MANOEUVRE&lt;br /&gt;* You are in a ship drifting with a 20knot breeze on the port beam. show the hydrodynamic forces when the vessel is stopped, given a kick ahead and when given a kick astern (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* explain the design features and effectiveness of a "becker rudder" and a "schilling rudder" (6marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METEOROLOGY&lt;br /&gt;* List the 10main types of clouds according to the height of their base above surface (7marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Show the location of the following currents on the attached blank world map showing clearly the direction of flow. also state whether they are cold or warm. (1)Gulf stream, (2)Brazilian, (3)Benguela, (4)Southern ocean drift, (5)Californian, (5)Aghulas (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARINE QUALITY ASSURANCE&lt;br /&gt;* Give the factors which give rise to conflicts and give the distinction betweem Functional and Dysfunctional conflicts (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* what are the qualities u would expect to find in a leader and how would those qualities be shown in that person's day to day activities. (10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTRONIC NAVIGATION&lt;br /&gt;* list and explain the required operational warnings that an ARPA must provide along with the warnign icons that will be shown on the screen (6marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Explain the different modes of the AIS(6marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOYAGE PLANNING&lt;br /&gt;* What are the main objectives of ship routeing or reporting systems?(10marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* use the following information plan a passage from the anchorage to the pilot boarding ground and draw it on the chart provided (50marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i wont have to think abt any of those subjects for another 5months. whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7503193825631370228?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7503193825631370228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7503193825631370228&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7503193825631370228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7503193825631370228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJ7WJUDTY0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/E49FcmHt4rg/s72-c/guygrabbinghead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4983079327895080229</id><published>2008-07-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:47:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJADiEiq42I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ovGyON1csjQ/s1600-h/blocksGrace3.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228683051246740322 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJADiEiq42I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ovGyON1csjQ/s400/blocksGrace3.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; http://youtube.com/watch?v=siNsgbIWhAQ Still the best damn vocalist. Jeff Buckley. been dead for over a decade but his songs never grow old. and here's one of his finest. "Grace" from the album "Grace". the lyrics maybe short but the song..... sigh. the song. :) seriously, listen to the song. &lt;A href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=siNsgbIWhAQ"&gt;Grace&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the moon asking to stay &lt;br /&gt;Long enough for the clouds to fly me away &lt;br /&gt;Though it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die &lt;br /&gt;My fading voice sings of love, &lt;br /&gt;But she cries to the clicking of time, Of time &lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she weeps on my arm &lt;br /&gt;Walking to the bright lights in sorrow &lt;br /&gt;Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow,oh my love &lt;br /&gt;And the rain is falling and I believe &lt;br /&gt;My time has come &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the pain &lt;br /&gt;I might leave Leave behind &lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel them drown my name &lt;br /&gt;So easy to know and forget with this kiss &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow &lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2aead6d6adcaf716" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aead6d6adcaf716%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6861217C508E6E9D0624186067F9DD8A048C16.58F1E1B6864A5117B846D2E448CF3CAAD1F46A8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aead6d6adcaf716%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0sY4rSd4LxSuxQFPndSrpq2X3w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aead6d6adcaf716%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895414%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6861217C508E6E9D0624186067F9DD8A048C16.58F1E1B6864A5117B846D2E448CF3CAAD1F46A8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aead6d6adcaf716%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0sY4rSd4LxSuxQFPndSrpq2X3w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4983079327895080229?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2aead6d6adcaf716&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4983079327895080229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4983079327895080229&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4983079327895080229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4983079327895080229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SJADiEiq42I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ovGyON1csjQ/s72-c/blocksGrace3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2039680341038926182</id><published>2008-07-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:11:26.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succumbing to Urges (2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIqx2yL8ZcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/rOXBusS7OwE/s1600-h/trains_wideweb__470x3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIqx2yL8ZcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/rOXBusS7OwE/s400/trains_wideweb__470x3110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227185872259802562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple example. Look at the people that go abroad for studies. Those friends and relatives of yours that uve known your whole life. Those people that once upon a time shared talks about such issues and talked against it…some of them whose even preached about it. Then you see them finish their O’Ls and A’Ls and go abroad for further studies away from their families and relatives. After a year of living life on their own with almost total freedom, to be able to go to whore houses, to be able to go to the bar and buy drinks, to be able to bring whomever they want over to their own apartment where they’re alone to do whatever they want, and when they’re able to use weed etc  without that fear in the back of their mind that a family member or relative might come in any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that when you meet them and start to get to know that relative and friend what do you find out? That almost every single one of them have gotten into atleast one of the above mentioned. Some even all of it. And you can tell that somewhere within MOST of them, they feel guilty and ashamed about it. So much that they try everything they can to hide it from the people they hold dear. Even upto the point of taking extreme measures to ensure their secrets and im not talking about murder here. :p but doing unspeakable acts to top those ones they’ve already succumbed to. Or even minor ones where they make up lies about those people who know the truth and try to keep them away from those that haven’t seen what’s behind those curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they explain their experiences this is how most of it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alcohol: I went with my friends to a bar to have fun. They all drink but I never do. And anyway its not a problem for me to go to a bar as long as I don’t drink right? Im just there to have fun and help my friends out if they need me. I didn’t wanna be a spoil sport. I had full confidence that I wouldn’t succumb to it. But one day they offered me a drink. OR one day I was so messed up about my bf/gf/exams/life/blah/blah, I wanted to try it. To see what it was that was so addictive about it. To see why people seem to like it so much. So I thought id have just one drink and that was it. It went like that for a month or so and before I knew it I was one of the GANG. And they all cheered for me and was so proud. They liked me so much that they later even took me when they were going to use weed at a friends place. I felt so connected with my FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sex: I went out with my Maldivian friends among whom there were some chicks. We started talking and hanging out. She was having probs with her bf and I was having probs with my gf. We started talking and we found out that we had so much in common. And we were always there for each other whenever we needed it.(not to mention the fact that she was probably one of 3 maldivians that i even knew who lived there with me). One night she broke up with her bf and was crying. I went to console her and before we knew it one thing led to another. Back in male’ when I make out there was always that thought in the back of my head that someone might come in any minute. But that wasn’t there. And it felt great that I was free of it. Plus she was so hot when she was wearing those clothes she said she was ashamed to wear back home as people would tease her and cos her parents would feel ashamed.  And she was so sexy the way she moved her humps when we danced at the disco which made me so hot for her. So we started making out and once you start its hard to stop. Before we knew it we were having sex. And boy was that feeling awesome. How can one EVER regret having sex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the same story as the first one for weed etc. for testing it out just once or to fit in. and once uve succumbed to it that conscience within you that gives you that guilty feeling slowly fades away and abandons you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how life would be if that situation were to arise. Im talking about the situation where alcohol and weed are readily available to anyone. Some of them can barely stand those urges even during the time they are back in male’ for holidays for a month or so.  now lets imagine how life would be in Maldives or how the life of the Maldivians would be like in say 20years time. But that’s for another time I guess. Ive babbled enough for now. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2039680341038926182?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2039680341038926182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2039680341038926182&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2039680341038926182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2039680341038926182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/succumbing-to-urges-2-of-2.html' title='Succumbing to Urges (2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIqx2yL8ZcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/rOXBusS7OwE/s72-c/trains_wideweb__470x3110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5868540355869852685</id><published>2008-07-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:27:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succumbing to Urges (1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SInGalCYf1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5p6VY3UvvA8/s1600-h/succumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SInGalCYf1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5p6VY3UvvA8/s400/succumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226927002461175634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that’s been on my mind for a few years now. While growing up you see almost everyone around you, your generation being all good and honest and blah blah blah. But after a certain time you see them slowly change. Some go into drugs, into prostitution, using weed, drinking alcohol, having sex and some even going towards other religions. Most of them ppl you’ve known your whole life and some even people whom you would never expect to go down that road. And we justify that change we see by telling ourselves “its part of growing up, they are finally letting go of the grip their parents have on them and they are finally making their own choices and decisions in life”. That they have that courage to follow the path they believe in. or does that happen mostly to Maldivians? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing we see in Maldivians…..oh wait. Let me replace that word ‘see’. Cos the main thing we SEE ourselves going towards is probably drugs. But the main thing we KNOW ourselves going towards is sex. Well, no surprise there. I don’t think there’s anyone out there who doesn’t like sex in one form or the other.  But I think the reason why we go towards it mainly is becos ppl expect us to do so. we see and try to live like the western world. Whenever we watch a movie or so we are made to believe that its just a simple part of life and simple part of growing up. Or how others like to label it as “exploring life and experimenting for oneself”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a community where everyone is now into it openly. We talk and some of us even boast about it among friends. We even tease those who aren’t into it. Whether if its cos they want others to join in so that no one can tell them its not right without being a hypocrite, or maybe they found out how wonderful it was and wanted their friends to experience that wonder as well.  Wherever you turn to its there. For example if you’re in a relationship for 6months and you haven’t got laid you’re either gay or a pussy. Or atleast one of the couple will either reel the other into it or breakup if they don’t succeed after giving an innocent gold plated excuse. And some of us find ourselves getting into it after convincing ourselves by saying “all my friends are doing it. So why cant i? I don’t wanna be given a label and be teased anymore. Its just a part of growing up. I blame it all on hormones”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just our weakness to try and do what we are told not to. Like some people who like to boast (whistle whistle) saying: “the food that you eat while fasting and in secret tastes so much better”. Or “you always love the stuff that you have stolen more than the ones you’ve bought”. Maybe its true. Or maybe that’s what they say to justify to themselves that what they’ve done aint wrong. As most of us have that sense which gives us that uneasiness and guilt when we’re about to do something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it might even be that sex is the one thing that’s most readily available to us. Its all around us and everyone’s doing it. And by sex ofcourse I’m not talking about the legal ones. We know that even most of the married couples some whom we might call aunts or uncles are having affairs of their own. Its one big secret that every Maldivian is aware of. So what if we could easily get alcohol and weed? Already there are lots of people who can get a hold of them. Mostly the people working in resorts and those seamen who go abroad in their work. but what if it was available to anyone who wants it? Ill bet within a year there will be new recruits that are more than twice the number of ppl that are already using them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5868540355869852685?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5868540355869852685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5868540355869852685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5868540355869852685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5868540355869852685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/succumbing-to-urges-1-of-2.html' title='Succumbing to Urges (1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SInGalCYf1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5p6VY3UvvA8/s72-c/succumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8349812300742276552</id><published>2008-07-22T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:26:27.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I believe in God (2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbO76KFQzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0eV1efMGtIA/s1600-h/human_brain_neuron_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbO76KFQzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0eV1efMGtIA/s400/human_brain_neuron_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226091946229187378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure most of you are familiar with the water cycle, the revolution of the earth around the sun, the coming of night and day, the lifecycle of plants and animals of all sorts. Everything is in order which allows us to calculate time etc. so now it makes one wonder. If the chances of pulling out merely ten marbles in order is that big, what are the chances of all that ive explained happening in order? And those  are just merely some examples. What about the way our hearts and minds work, our kidneys, how a baby is formed and born into this world, how he grows up. So many countless scenarios. And lets say even if we believe the ‘big bang’ theory, someone had to create that combustion. There are countless signs that a higher being or force is behind all of this. That all of this couldn’t have happened by random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder. About the basic instincts we have when we are born. Not just humans but other living beings as well. Most living beings doesn’t need one to teach it how to survive, feed etc etc. Its as if all those information are automatically stored inside them when they come into this world. Or lets take humans in another example. When we are doing something, instinctively we know if what we are doing is right or wrong. We have that feeling within us. That which distinguishes stuff for us. That awareness and reasoning. We all seem to be governed by some law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was gonna stop here but lets ask ourselves a further question. When we see a car, building , a clock etc we automatically consider the person or company that designed it or manufactured it etc. you would NEVER think that it created itself or came to be by chance or just happened to be there. Lets make this more simpler. Lets say you were walking down a field and you saw a mobile phone lying there on the ground. Would you think that it was always there? No you wont. Instead you would KNOW that someone left it there or lost it. Why? Because its not part of the natural landscape. It has been obviously designed by someone and lost by someone. And this is a simple thing. Its not like the human eye or the sun for instance. So how could someone believe that the mobile phone had a designer but the universe or everything else in it doesn’t have a designer and that it all just came about randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one final example. Think about the brain, how it thinks and how it functions. How it analyses, stores information, retrieves information, distinguishes light and categorizes information in a millionth of a second. Think of how the brain does that constantly. This is the brain that made that mobile phone, those buildings, those robots and all those amazing creations by man. So is it logical to say that all those stuff were designed by the man and his brain, but that brain doesn’t have a designer? That it too goes into the category of ‘chance’? I think that’s more than enough reason for one to believe that there is a higher being behind all these or atleast for one to start thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- This is the point where I try to link it all to the quran which was sent over 1400years ago before man found out abt all these through science. But I was asked not to talk about the prophets, about the quran or the afterlife. So I guess ill have to leave the next part aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8349812300742276552?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8349812300742276552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8349812300742276552&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8349812300742276552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8349812300742276552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-i-believe-in-god-2-of-2.html' title='Why do I believe in God (2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbO76KFQzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0eV1efMGtIA/s72-c/human_brain_neuron_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-462721432424275800</id><published>2008-07-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:32:36.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I believe in God (1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbLz3SXfaI/AAAAAAAAAns/oSO9QGUsmNQ/s1600-h/andromeda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbLz3SXfaI/AAAAAAAAAns/oSO9QGUsmNQ/s400/andromeda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226088509484793250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly as to why im writing on this topic, the blogger ‘KONCHEKEY’ had commented on a previous post of mine &lt;a href="http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/impacts-5-daily-five-prayers-2-of-2.html"&gt;saying &lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"answer me this.. better yet write a post about it&lt;br /&gt;forget about the prophets, forget about the books, forget about the after life "y do U believe in god?"&lt;br /&gt;(also dont talk about islam in it, thats for the next question)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if this is somehow to show just how stupid he thinks someone believing in islam is or not but lets see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to a muslim family and obviously since birth they’ve tried to implement our religion onto me. I still remember being curious and asking my dad all sorts of questions about god n all. He was really helpful but nevertheless my questions never ceased. To be honest as I was growing up I just took the easy way and believed whatever my parents told me naturally. But the more I learnt at school, from parents and my own personal experience while growing up I felt more assured. Though ive come across people saying that this world has come about by chance….randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished my O’Ls n so I had gained enough knowledge to decide for myself whether if the basics of what I believe in is TO ME, right or wrong. Luckily I did science and those who have knows all the stuff that we were taught about the very BASIC fundamentals of how our bodies work and not to mention the very basic principles of physics. Never liked chemistry(whistle whistle). And I think we’ve all seen our share of National Geographic Channel as well. Hehe. It makes you wonder. Why does our parents believe that there is a god that we cannot see. So many religions in the world. We as muslims say that the others are mislead. Wont they be saying the same thing about us? It makes one wonder. Here are some of the things which contributed to the decision I came to about the issue “is there a god? Or are we here by random choice?”. The same way as people gamble? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a very simple example that most of you probably have heard by now. Take 10 marbles and number them 1-10. Put all the marbles in a bag and shake them up. Now without looking take out the marble with the number 1. And then marble number 2 and so on. In that order. Its just 10 marbles right? No big deal. So what do you think the chances are to pull out all the ten marbles in that order? Anyone done probability? The chances are 26 MILLION to one. Hard to believe? Try it for yourself. Use the calculators. And that’s the chance of picking out JUST ten marbles in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example which I hope u’ve heard of before.  The very earth we live on is ONE of nine or so planets that revolves around our sun. This sun which gives light, etc is ONE star which is apparently one of the smaller stars in our galaxy the Milky way. Now the Milkyway is apparently one of the smaller galaxies in the Nebula called Andromeda. And this Andromeda in itself has millions of galaxies like the Milkyway. There are literally countless number of clusters of galaxies that have been PREDICTED by the scientists of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-462721432424275800?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/462721432424275800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=462721432424275800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/462721432424275800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/462721432424275800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-i-believe-in-god-1-of-2.html' title='Why do I believe in God (1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIbLz3SXfaI/AAAAAAAAAns/oSO9QGUsmNQ/s72-c/andromeda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2734755755045204238</id><published>2008-07-22T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:48:56.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of the word "ISLAM" and some info about the word "ALLAH".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIWs1Z2r7wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/U81INSQ7XJo/s1600-h/ruka%2520allah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIWs1Z2r7wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/U81INSQ7XJo/s400/ruka%2520allah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225772976106630914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIWs1g-c0oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vy4Q8BUG_20/s1600-h/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIWs1g-c0oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vy4Q8BUG_20/s400/untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225772978018243202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word that we've been using ever since we were lil kids. but does anyone really know what the word means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is derived from the word ‘salam’, which means peace. Its also derived from the Arabic word ‘silm’ which means to submit ur will to allah, the all mighty god. So in short islam means : "Peace acquired by submitting your will to almighty God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding the concept of Allah in Islam, the best reply a muslim can give is in &lt;br /&gt;the Quran, surat al Ikhlas, chapter number 112, verse 1-4 which says:&lt;br /&gt;"Say he is Allah one and only. Allah the absolute and eternal. He begets not, nor is he begotten. There is nothing like him". this is a four line definition of almighty Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do muslims prefer to say Allah instead of God? its because a person can play mischief with the english word 'god'. For example if u add 's' to god it becomes 'gods'. same goes for adding 'dess', 'father', 'mother' which makes it 'goddess', 'godfather', and 'godmother'. but there is no such word as 'Allahs', nothing like female Allah, Allah father or Allah mother. &lt;br /&gt;Furthermore the word 'Allah' has been mentioned in all the major scriptures of the world including hindu, sikh, jewish and the christian scriptures. Its mentioned in the Gospel of Mark, chapter number 15, verse number 34 as well as the Gospel of Maththew, chapter number 27, verse number 46. When jesus(PBOH) when he was put on the cross he cried out "Ellai Ellai lamaa sabakthani" so as to say "Oh God Oh God! why hast thou forsaken me". and this "Ellai Ellai lamaa sabakthani" is the exact words spoken by Jesus(PBOH) and we know he spoke "aramaike" which is the sister language of arabic. and if you translate those words into arabic it means "Allah Allah". and those words you will find in all the different translations of the bible. The new testament has been translated into more than 2000 different languages but in every translation the original words spoken by Jesus(PBOH) is maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elah- (Arabic) means god or something worshipped&lt;br /&gt;Allah- Has no gender&lt;br /&gt;Allah- Never plural - always singular&lt;br /&gt;Al-lah- means the only one to worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dr.Zakir Naik*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2734755755045204238?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2734755755045204238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2734755755045204238&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2734755755045204238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2734755755045204238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/meaning-of-word-islam-and-some-info.html' title='Meaning of the word &quot;ISLAM&quot; and some info about the word &quot;ALLAH&quot;.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIWs1Z2r7wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/U81INSQ7XJo/s72-c/ruka%2520allah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2467972287270043038</id><published>2008-07-19T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:46:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What they said wasnt entirely true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOvdjw68-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/CZJmxfWLneM/s1600-h/DSC07764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOvdjw68-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/CZJmxfWLneM/s400/DSC07764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212915031405538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOveFRM0XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KcRy7fHh8xM/s1600-h/600px-Seasons1_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOveFRM0XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KcRy7fHh8xM/s400/600px-Seasons1_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212924025164146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOvet03WPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pCeVWNHfPQs/s1600-h/275px-Seasonearth.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOvet03WPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pCeVWNHfPQs/s400/275px-Seasonearth.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212934912170226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please correct me if im wrong. The first figure shows how we were basically taught as we grew up. That the Earth revolves around the sun as such. And that was the mental picture that most of us had due to all those models of the planets revolving around the sun and due to all the diagrams that were shown to us pretty much like that one. But this isnt entirely true. So ill try to shed some light on this lil misconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second figure shows how the Earth revolves around the sun. It is not in one line with the sun. The earth you might say moves up and down as it revolves around the sun. This explains the climates that are experienced by the northern and southern hemispheres. When the earth is at its top position, the intensity of the sun is stronger on the southern hemisphere than the northern. so its summer for the southern while its winter for the northern. and when the Earth is at its lowest position its winter for the southern and summer for the northern. and whether the earth is in the top position or the bottom position the equator doesnt move that further away from the sun to experience winter. or in other words the intensity of the sun's rays on the equator doesnt vary that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons result from the Earth's axis being tilted to its orbital plane; it deviates by an angle of approximately 23.5 degrees. Thus, at any given time during summer or winter, one part of the planet is more directly exposed to the rays of the Sun. This exposure alternates as the Earth revolves in its orbit. At any given time, regardless of season, the northern and southern hemispheres experience opposite seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes one wonder how perfect the alignment is. i mean what if the earth was just a bit further away from the sun? it would probably be winter all the time. and what if the earth was a bit closer to the sun? it would be summer for all the places and those places in the southern hemisphere which already experience temperatures of over 60degrees wouldnt allow any life on it. and we'd all probably die out of heat in time. and if this movement is not done by the earth, time would probably build up enough heat on the earth that would no longer support life one day. and it makes you wonder about the continuous rotation of the earth which brings forth day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope this shed some light on the misconception that most of us have regarding this matter. yea, ive made a new blog to put all the religious stuff or such into but the next paragraph seems to deviate from that plan. hehe. so the following verse is for those that wonder about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the creation of the heavens and the Earth, and in the difference of night and day are Signs. Signs for men of Reason! Those who celebrate the praises of Allah while standing up, sitting down or lying on their sides. And they contemplate the creations of the heaven and the earth. They say: Our lord! You have not created all of this for no purpose! Glory be to you! Save us from the punishment of the Hell-Fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*surah 3 Al-Imran, Verse 190*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2467972287270043038?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2467972287270043038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2467972287270043038&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2467972287270043038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2467972287270043038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-they-said-wasnt-entirely-true.html' title='What they said wasnt entirely true.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SIOvdjw68-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/CZJmxfWLneM/s72-c/DSC07764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8160743819778541941</id><published>2008-07-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:42:03.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 5 : The Daily Five Prayers (2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6HMiQhKtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_LA4EVRq2Co/s1600-h/salat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6HMiQhKtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_LA4EVRq2Co/s400/salat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223761267220622034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us see the error in our ways and start resuming daily prayers. Daily prayers that are required of us. But everytime we miss a single prayer it adds up on which we’ve determined previously. So the question stands “What are we doing in compensation to those that we missed in the past?”.  Simply praying five times a day is not enough. Just how many of us CAN actually recite the quran without making countless mistakes nowadays? When was the last time we sat down with the Quran and recited it for even half an hour? The last ramazaan? Whats ur excuse? Not enough time? Too busy? Doing what? Playing games, watching movies, trying to impress the opposite sex, playing sports? Hmmmmm, wonder if they are reasonable excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is considered to be the very basic fundamentals of our religion, the beam which supports islam. So if we are unable to even achieve this, we should be ashamed to call ourselves muslims. If we are unable to achieve that, we are merely posers who aren’t grateful to god for all the blessings in our lives even if we CLAIM that we are. We bring shame to the name ‘Muslim’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why we are lured into committing other sins. If we pray daily five times a day, we’d automatically be keeping away from other sins. The prophet(SAW) said “If one of you had a stream infront of your house and you went down to that stream every two hours or three hours or so, u washed urself and bathed urself in it, would there be any dirt on you?”. The principle is followed from the daily prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example a person prays five times a day would he be thinking about fornicating, committing adultery, or maybe robbing a bank?  Say they’ve just finished praying the fathis prayer. And they start planning for this bank robbery. Or lets say a man calls a woman and they wanna meet together if you know what I mean. And he goes “where shall we meet? Lets meet after lunch. Oh wait, its afternoon now its time for the afternoon prayer. So before we have this little meeting we’re gonna have, lets pray the afternoon prayer first”. So they both pray and then he calls up and says “we’ve both prayed and where do we go from here? Should we go to your house or my house? And what do we do from there? We have a lil drink and we’re getting smooches or whatever. And really get into it and then he suddenly goes. Oh wait. Its time for the Asru prayer”. Im sure u know what Im getting at. Its not gonna happen. Simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quran says : “Innassalaatha thanhaa anil fakhshaai val munkar” (don’t have the Arabic font) : meaning “Verily the prayer is the preventive deterrent against human tendencies towards doing what is wrong”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*4th paragraph referenced from Sheikh Khalid Yasin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8160743819778541941?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8160743819778541941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8160743819778541941&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8160743819778541941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8160743819778541941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/impacts-5-daily-five-prayers-2-of-2.html' title='Impacts 5 : The Daily Five Prayers (2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6HMiQhKtI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_LA4EVRq2Co/s72-c/salat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4019370071010735561</id><published>2008-07-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:37:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 5 : The Daily Five Prayers (1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6GLVtn_PI/AAAAAAAAAk8/oRbIPCVjS7E/s1600-h/salat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6GLVtn_PI/AAAAAAAAAk8/oRbIPCVjS7E/s400/salat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223760147161545970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes out to all those believers out there who claim that they are a muslim. Lets say that its some advice. Whether you choose to accept it or not is upto u.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I said to u theres a house for u, fully furnished with no mortgage or rent, 4 bedrooms. Nice neighbourhood, fully paid for with one condition. You move into the house and five times a day you are asked to make a phone call. Even the phone is there in the house. So just call up the company who gave you the house and say thank you very much. To be grateful and to take care of the house. And if somebody comes by and wants to spend the night and are hungry, give them what they need, treat them nice and let them keep going. Is that reasonable? Human beings should be motivated to be grateful if they are given something to which they haven’t paid for or have to pay for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that house is not a building, that house is you. Because that personality that is u is inside a body. That personality is housed. But when you die, so does that body. And that personality is wrapped up and is accounted for everything that’s been done by that personality. And what im saying to you and myself is that we have to be grateful for the life that we have been given because we are beneficiaries. You have been given this life without having to pay for it.  The creator of the heavens and the earth, the benefactor has given us all of this without us even asking for it, the water, the air, our eyes, our thinking, the kidneys, our hearts, the ability to express ourselves and countless more. And im sure I don’t have to tell anyone the miracles of those and how they work. So don’t u think it is reasonable for that creator, that benefactor to say to you and I, that we should do three things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We should recognize this benefactor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Conform to some basic principles of decency, dignity, honour, justice, fairness and equity among human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To give thanks, praise or worship at certain given times and places.&lt;br /&gt;Three things that every human being is capable of doing irrespective of gender, race, status or wealth. So is this form of tribute reasonable? And thus comes the wordings we’ve all heard of “ Laa ilaaha illallah” meaning nothing to be recognized, no one to be paid tribute to, except the benefactor, the creator.&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple thing asked of us.  We all stand up feeling mighty and powerful and we all say proudly”I am a muslim. Laa ilaaha illallah!”. Yet we are unable to do this simple task. 5prayers a day which would take us like 25mins. That is just 1.5% of the time we have in a whole day. Jes a mere ONE POINT FIVE percent. So how can we even think of coming up with an excuse not to be able to do that. But we do don’t we? And the five prayers are “Vaajib” for us. Meaning we get “azaab” if we miss even one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres something simple each one can do including myself. Consider a full month and see just how many prayers u are able to do(believe me, it would be easier than counting those that we did not do). Im sure the average Maldivian figure would be lower than 30. But lets take 30 as it is. Meaning we forgo 120prayers per month. Making it 1440 per year. Now multiply that by the number of years it has passed since u became physically mature. Quite a number isn’t it? That’s the “azaab” we have been able to collect only from forgoing the daily prayer. And only god knows the MEASURE of “azaab” for every single prayer that we forgo. Afterall the daily five prayers are ENFORCED in our religion to do on countless occasions even in the Quran. Do u really think the “azaab” for disobeying it or the measure of it would be light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*2nd and 3rd paragraph referenced from Sheikh Khalid Yasin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4019370071010735561?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4019370071010735561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4019370071010735561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4019370071010735561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4019370071010735561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/impacts-5-daily-five-prayers-1-of-2.html' title='Impacts 5 : The Daily Five Prayers (1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SH6GLVtn_PI/AAAAAAAAAk8/oRbIPCVjS7E/s72-c/salat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4806573015820976403</id><published>2008-07-08T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:53:40.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafarers in the Maldives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHPg8K2271I/AAAAAAAAAkU/wDpnspMuiwg/s1600-h/seafarers18x24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHPg8K2271I/AAAAAAAAAkU/wDpnspMuiwg/s320/seafarers18x24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763717363756882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why most Maldivian Seamen whose been sailing for years are messed up. we've got ppl from 6 nationalities in our current course and in all of them except Maldives they all get time off. its like u work for 2months straight and then u get 2months off WITH pay. Or in some companies you work for 3months and get one and a half months off with pay. so basically ull be getting half the year off to relax urself after working ur arse off on a ship by going to vacations to different places/countries. but in Maldives you work for 12months and u get one month off. but if u take that one month off, u dont have any job guarantee. so u need to find a friend with the certificate to work in ur stead who will be willing to hand-over his work after you come back from that one month holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been proved that people will get psychologically affected if they do not get enough time off. its obvious actually. working on a ship without seeing ur family and friends for months at a time only to see them for like a day or two before u have to leave again. i wonder if there is an IMO regulation or sumthing where seafarers have to be given certain time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy was everyone in shock when they heard how seafarers live their lives in the maldives. i guess after working like that for years u finally crack(most of them). and then they start drinking and going to prostitues, whatever they can do to make it seem easier and worthwhile for the time they are away from home. its sad actually. but then again who knows. maybe there are other countries as well who are in even worse condition than what maldives is in. and plus, not everyone is broken down to that extent. the clever ones finish off their seatime, save up some money and start a business elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4806573015820976403?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4806573015820976403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4806573015820976403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4806573015820976403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4806573015820976403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/seafarers-in-maldives.html' title='Seafarers in the Maldives'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHPg8K2271I/AAAAAAAAAkU/wDpnspMuiwg/s72-c/seafarers18x24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7204802180372252972</id><published>2008-07-07T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:30:15.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHIaFORr4hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RP5KagsszFs/s1600-h/smiley+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHIaFORr4hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RP5KagsszFs/s320/smiley+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220263595109769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, i know its scary and that there is a risk that u might not even come out of this alive. But its jes an operation. u have got to stop worrying so much abt it. everything is gonna go smoothly and the scars if any will be gone in due time. you are not gonna die. trust me on that. uve got too much to do anyway. we cant be letting u go off that easily u knw :p. ive got a drum to get u as well. cos i sure as hell cant gonne give it if ur dead. not to mention the fact that u have ur end of the bargain to keep. so be brave abt it, know that our prayers and well wishes will always be with u. and come back safely u hear? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, one more thing. no matter how much u want it, i aint going in after u and u arent gonna take me as well. :p and when i said to be optimistic abt it, i didnt mean for u to look forward to the operation going wrong. :p hehe. good luck and cya soon.....safe n sound ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;cause every little thing gonna be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Singin: dont worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;cause every little thing gonna be all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise up this mornin,&lt;br /&gt;Smiled with the risin sun,&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds&lt;br /&gt;Pitch by my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Singin sweet songs&lt;br /&gt;Of melodies pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin: dont worry bout a thing,&lt;br /&gt;cause every little thing gonna be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Singin: dont worry (dont worry) bout a thing,&lt;br /&gt;cause every little thing gonna be all right!"&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Marley-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7204802180372252972?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7204802180372252972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7204802180372252972&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7204802180372252972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7204802180372252972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-worry.html' title='Dont Worry.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SHIaFORr4hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RP5KagsszFs/s72-c/smiley+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8372106540128640377</id><published>2008-06-29T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:07:07.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 4 : Death (2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGdQhiE_4cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6WKFpNoIRig/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGdQhiE_4cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6WKFpNoIRig/s400/dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217227230345683394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we’ve died maybe we get to see our own funeral and see all the ppl there attending it. We see all the ppl weeping and crying over our death but unable to talk to them or to stop them from crying and weeping. Maybe we’ll still be in denial wishing we were still alive. Wishing we had been given more time. And wishing we were one of those ppl at the funeral who were still alive cos they get to go home whereas the deceased will have to face their maker. And you will KNOW that u’d reap what u sow. That would scare you more than anything else. Not knowing what our fate would be. Not knowing what would happen next. We humans worry and sometimes blow our minds from the time we finish an exam and wait for our result not knowing what we’re gonna get. But at the back of our minds we’d already be making plans for ‘IF’ we do fail or get lower than expected. Maybe do a resit, study more etc etc. but imagine how we’ll feel when we’ve died. There’d be no other plans or ANY way to take back what we’ve done or to do what we haven’t done. There would be no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes our grave. Its said of an enormous serpent that some of us would encounter much of it ive forgotten. And how our flesh would be eaten as if eaten alive slowly and how we’d feel every inch of it. We cant even stand the bite of an ant. And there we’d be slowly being eaten away over months and maybe over years in time. And we’d remain alone in our graves for years n years to come until the day of judgement as if being buried alive. But its said that the ones that would be saved from that would be the ones who regularly read the Holy Quran. Jes how many of us do? 10%? 5%? Maybe less? Its said that time would fly by for them and they wont feel the maggots/vatever eat our flesh away feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then? Being raised from death on the day of judgement and having to wait in the sun with the sun hovering over our heads much closer than it usually is. Some buried halfway through the ground. That’s when all those women who had lost a baby would be greeted by them and given water or so I hear. Every generation of people going to their prophets and each one too afraid as they too have sinned. And when finally it comes to our prophet S.A.W. the process of being given our ‘results’ one by one with proof of everything that had really happened on that day. What would our fates be? Waiting in queue wishing that it SEEMED like an eternity when in fact it is an eternity. And even the queue being lenient on the good. As if every step of the way, ppl are divided into categories based on how they were before they died. The turning point being death. No more human rights/ child rights or any other stuff of the sort. No racism sexism etc. everyone’s fate solely on their own deeds. Interesting bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our prophet’s S.A.W associates some of them who had already been given the blessed tidings of heaven while they were still alive scared out of their wits unable to say which fate would be theirs. So what of us? What are we when compared to them? Yet we all somehow feel so safe. Makes u wonder what is really expected of u. and what is enough? The stories go on and on but I guess that should be enough for now. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it all from a different point of view makes it seem so surreal. We question ourselves whether if that’s whats really gonna happen. And we’ve heard so many different stories all revolving around some basic key points. Raises the question of what to believe and what not to. I guess that’s where our own beliefs come into play. Not what our parents have told us or what we’ve read from books n all. But how we feel abt it all inside. Each one to their own accord. Saying u believe in something and actually acting on it are totally diff as well. Each one to their own accord or beliefs. In the end we are all gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8372106540128640377?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8372106540128640377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8372106540128640377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8372106540128640377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8372106540128640377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/impacts-4-death-2-of-2.html' title='Impacts 4 : Death (2 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGdQhiE_4cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6WKFpNoIRig/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5463828647543515488</id><published>2008-06-27T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:41:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 4 : Death (1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGXX4YBEh9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xVL4QFSv6ow/s1600-h/DEATH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGXX4YBEh9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xVL4QFSv6ow/s400/DEATH1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216813106898175954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Everything I wrote here are all stuff that ive herd while growing up or read from diff books skimmed through. How much truth they weigh.....we’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A topic that always interested me. Something inevitable and believed by almost everyone…..all except the nutcases maybe. For the rest of us we all believe that one day it would be our turn. Doesn’t matter which race we’re from, which country or which religion. Sooner or later its gonna get us. The only difference is how soon. Its like ever since we are born….no wait…..ever since we are created as a single egg inside our mother’s womb, there’s a ticking time bomb inside of us. You never know when its gonna go off. Maybe even before ur born, when ur a kid, after ur married or maybe ull be UNLUCKY enough to see the ppl close to you die before you do of old age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interests me more is the time of death. What happens then? Most of us believe that the angel of death comes to us and takes out our soul. What then of those ppl who were killed instantly…say from a bullet to the head. Is the soul taken out at that instant as well? Or maybe its jes the body that dies and the soul is still inside. Maybe we are still able to witness everything like some ppl do even when in a coma, until the soul is taken out from the body. What would happen at that instance? What would be going thru our minds? Would we see flashes of our whole life pass before us like ppl say? Or do we realize we are really dying this time, panic and start crying. Maybe that’s what they meant by our life flashing by. Maybe its regret at that instance. Maybe we look back through all the good and bad we’ve done. Maybe its regret for all the things we wished we had done and all the stuff we wished we hadn’t. and what of all the ppl that’s done u wrong? Would u be cursing them? Or would u be too mesmerized by the angel of death or too petrified that u wont be able to think of anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its believed in our religion that even death is lenient on the good and painful on the wicked. Its said that when someone who is bound to go to heaven dies, most of the time he/she will have that feeling they are gonna die very soon. Some have made their final farewells to their loved ones on the day of their death going around from house to house wishing them all well but none of them have said that they feel like they will die soon or had such a talk with those loved one. We jes fear it when we see their actions. How are they given that assurance? How do they know when their time has drawn near? And im not speaking of those people who are on the verge of dying from an injury or so. The ones who seem as if they’ve got years to live on. And its said that their souls would be drawn out of them no smoother than milk being poured out of something. And that they would be filled with happiness and given the glad tidings of the wonders yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of the wicked, its said that it would be like putting knives on a cloth close to each other and trying to pull the cloth out thru them. That’s how the soul would be pulled out. That’s how they would feel. And that its gonna take a long time for the soul to be completely pulled out of the body with him/her crying and screaming in agony. Filled with horror and pain. The worse u are, the longer it would take. The thought of the soul been shredded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5463828647543515488?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5463828647543515488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5463828647543515488&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5463828647543515488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5463828647543515488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/impact-4-death.html' title='Impacts 4 : Death (1 of 2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SGXX4YBEh9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xVL4QFSv6ow/s72-c/DEATH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3159836699419282910</id><published>2008-06-20T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T05:33:19.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>"I read a book that was written in the 11th century. Man said there were 5 steps towards making amends. The first involved acknowledging what you did. The second involved remorse. The third involved making right with ur neighbour….like if u stole his chicken u’d have to get and bring him another. Only then will you be able to go to step 4, which was making your right with god.  But it wasn’t up until step 5 that u can really get redeemed. It had to do with being in the same place, in the same situation. Then as it goes ur going to do something different."&lt;br /&gt;-Levity-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3159836699419282910?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3159836699419282910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3159836699419282910&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3159836699419282910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3159836699419282910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4852825762193866206</id><published>2008-06-17T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:43:57.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSf1ikkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6KsrHF9c1N0/s1600-h/fg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSf1ikkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6KsrHF9c1N0/s400/fg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212830025046463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSmh9ioI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mSKEn2fct0Y/s1600-h/fg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSmh9ioI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mSKEn2fct0Y/s400/fg3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212830026843392642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSkJ4hwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8v7ioVvHCjo/s1600-h/fg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSkJ4hwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8v7ioVvHCjo/s400/fg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212830026205529858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best damn actor in my opinion Tom Hanks in one of his best movies where his talent was put to good use. After years and years ive FINALLY managed to watch the movie. The first DVD i got happend to get stuck 1/3 of the way. the second one didnt even go 1/3. the third one i downloaded to find it had german audio. and the fourth one hit the jackpot. the movie was awesome. Tom Hank's acting of the character was unrivalled. but weirdly enough the more i watched, the more i jes hated the character of 'jenny'(Forrest's love of his ife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos heres how the movies progressed in my mind. Forrest aint so bright u see. He's the kind of person nobody wants to have anything to do with. but nevertheless since he was a lil boy he had this friend jenny. he was in love with her all throughout the movie. she knows abt it but FOrrest jes wasnt mr.perfect. she knew she liked spending time with him and being with him. and even thought he was the best person she had met....not like the other scum. but everytime she'd jes walk out on him. she goes to performing nude infront of audiences, sleeping around with ppl, using drugs u name it. and all through it all, Forrest was the only one she could rely on, the one who came to save her sorry arse. But everytime she's come back to him after a fall and pretty soon be walking away again cos he still aint mr.perfect. he's jes too darn stupid and slow in the head for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time she comes back to him, he asks her to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;Forrest: "Will u marry me? I'd make a good husband"&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: "U would forrest......"&lt;br /&gt;Forrest: "...But u wont marry me"&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: "u dont wanna marry me"&lt;br /&gt;Forrest: "Why dont u love me jenny?...Im not a smart man, but i know what love is"&lt;br /&gt;He then walks out and stands there and Jenny jes continues on her way and moves out of sight. That night she comes into his room, get into bed with him, says she loves him, has sex and leaves in the morning without a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over THREE years later by which time she has now got a baby whose father is Forrest sends him a letter asking him to meet her. He goes to her and she apologises and introduces him to his son whom he didnt even know existed till that moment. Then he tells him that she has got a disease which would lead to her death soon and asks Forrest to marry her. She didnt even bother calling him up when she got pregnant or even when she gave birth. but the minute she discovered that she had a diesease which the doctors wont be able to cure her out of, she calls him up so that he would take care of his son when she has died. its sad. Even that one girl who treated him like a normal person too couldnt accept him or love him jes cos he lacked something. Even when he was the only one who had stood by her through all her mess ups and accepted her even after all she had done. atleast something good came out of it all. He got a son and that too to the woman he was in love with his whole life. yep, ive spoilt the ending for u but nevertheless this is a movie worth watching......if u havent watched it already, which almost everyone has probly watched by now. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4852825762193866206?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4852825762193866206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4852825762193866206&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4852825762193866206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4852825762193866206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/forrest-gump.html' title='Forrest Gump'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFexSf1ikkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6KsrHF9c1N0/s72-c/fg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1990587677723482677</id><published>2008-06-13T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:31:55.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So my friend,she used THAT tactic on u huh?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFJ9GvGphtI/AAAAAAAAAho/6OMm1S9vPGo/s1600-h/DSC07681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFJ9GvGphtI/AAAAAAAAAho/6OMm1S9vPGo/s400/DSC07681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211365273498126034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident that happened to a friend of mine. this must be the third such incident ive heard that was like this. it was jes weird and funny at the same time. and it seems to happen for both the sex as well. not EXACTLY as this one but im sure u get my point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting it simple girl n boy get together and live happily. no serious probs or anything. suddenly out of nowhere girl wants to break up with guy. makes up all sorts of stuff n dump him. he finds out that he was dumped for another guy and there were cheating involved. he changes. and that part of him that he's been resisting and keeping at bay breaks loose and he goes all haywire doing things thats jes not himself. all cos of his recent events and losing faith in some certain things which he used to believe in. girl sees the change and starts critisizing it with mainly the exact words "i dont know him anymore" and "Who the hell are you now" with an annoyed face. so im telling the dude that when she asked that Q u shudve said "im the guy whom u broke up with after making out with that other guy. n yea, its not a secret like u thought it was gonna be. i KNOW!" or sumthing like that instead of jes walking away without saying anything afraid ur gonna hurt her feelings n so. and dont go feeling guilty jes cos she said that. She was the reason u flipped in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres gonna be talk of how bad a person the guy is NOW by that girl to her friends and all the other guys she dates afterwards. hehe. its somewhat funny i tell u. and it actually happens for both sexes. and i think this is the fourth time. its like one of those incidents that is waiting to be chosen by someone to be played out accordingly. Kinda like "what? u wanna make out with that hot chick but u have a gf? then jes use THAT method. the one where u do this n that n this. works like a charm i tell u".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1990587677723482677?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1990587677723482677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1990587677723482677&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1990587677723482677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1990587677723482677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/use-that-tactic-my-friend.html' title='&quot;So my friend,she used THAT tactic on u huh?&quot;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SFJ9GvGphtI/AAAAAAAAAho/6OMm1S9vPGo/s72-c/DSC07681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1904251678126600844</id><published>2008-06-09T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:16:43.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SE5wGsIRoXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Zids6bAqPlc/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SE5wGsIRoXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Zids6bAqPlc/s400/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210225079141638514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a story someone whom i respect alot once told me. i think it was abt a year back. jes got reminded of it and thought of sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems this was sumthing that really happened. it was abt a certain boy who always hung around with his friends. while his friends were boozing , partying and getting layed seems this guy always distanced himself from those stuff. they hung out alot but he'd give rain checks whenever he found out if his friends were going for those purposes. someone who prayed alot and did the works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day his friends tricked him into going with them to have some fun. and seems that they wanted to pop his cherry and had talked with one of the girls abt it. so they lock this guy up in a room with the girl and went away. im sure most of you would know the intoxicating effect of a woman who wants to get laid badly. hehe. meaning he gave in. after all those years of holding back he finally thought this would be a one time thing and gave into it. Problem was....he had a heart attack and died. the girl was too drunk and so he wasnt found to be dead till the next morning when his friends came to let him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres the tricky bit. its said in our religion that....well...i dont remember the exact words but it goes something like this. "Ziney kuraa meehaa ziney kuraa hindhu eynayakee moomineh nooney" and so on for the rest of the sins. which translates into(dont mind my translation, it aint so good :P) "The fornicator while fornicating isnt a 'muh min'". so its said among those ppl knowledged in islam that when he fornicates/steals/vatever all the good that he has done is taken away from him. that it doesnt reside in him during his betraying acts and is once again restored to him after its all over and when he's done with it. Meaning that when the guy died he was in such a state that he cant carry forward any of those good deeds he did. they had all been taken away from him. all those years gone to waste. he might as well as have done all those stuff that he restricted himself for doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think of this as a load of crap, some might think its jes plain unfair while others might actually make something out of this story. each to their own accord right? whatever it may be im sure theres something that everyone can agree on. we'll never know when we're gonna die. even if someone has cancer even he wont know when he'll die. he might not even die in the lifespan the doctor said he would. Even if he did, he wont know on which day or time. so better be prepared for that which would undoubtedly come to face us one day....be it tomorrow or even years from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1904251678126600844?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1904251678126600844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1904251678126600844&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1904251678126600844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1904251678126600844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SE5wGsIRoXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Zids6bAqPlc/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6813303597378786690</id><published>2008-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:44:45.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foggiest morning ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SElpZMF-GPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kzvTvCkjkpE/s1600-h/DSC07678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SElpZMF-GPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kzvTvCkjkpE/s400/DSC07678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208810325494601970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to go to uni, did all the necessary stuff and when i stepped outside there it was. FOG! and it wasnt jes fog. i felt like i was in a movie or sumthing where ur surrounded by thick fog that u cant even see beyond a certain distance. i could see like 15feet infront and then slowly it faded away to the point where i couldnt see anything beyond 20feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird feeling i tell u....walking through that. it was like there was a 20feet radius surrounding ur body which was visible and remained that way as u kept moving forward. and ppl jes popping into ur view jes like that. well, atleast i cud see the traffic lights from a distance. and it was damn cold. could clearly see the smoke coming out of my mouth everytime i exhaled. and to think its probably gonna get worse in mid winter. The above pic of the web is something i saw along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6813303597378786690?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6813303597378786690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6813303597378786690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6813303597378786690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6813303597378786690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/06/foggiest-morning-ever.html' title='Foggiest morning ever'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SElpZMF-GPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kzvTvCkjkpE/s72-c/DSC07678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4186861425245857844</id><published>2008-05-31T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T05:16:01.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SEE_xht8ixI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIB0YtRtUhU/s1600-h/16110_picking_apples_520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SEE_xht8ixI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIB0YtRtUhU/s400/16110_picking_apples_520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206512764314225426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it myself few hrs back and jes have to write it here. the last time i was here i heard from the guys that u could earn upto $2000 per month jes by picking apples. and i was like WHOA! thats alot of money considering u have to work five days a week morning 9 till evening five to get that much. But after i came here again i spoke with the person whose actually done it and it seems i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he worked there during his holiday from work a few months back. like he says him being the lazy bum he is, he wakes up around 10 or so and then go over to pick apples. it seems there are like one ton baskets or sumthing.(havent seen myself, probably will go tomorrow). and they give u a basket or so and tell u which kinda apples u have to pick. usually its 70% reddish coloured ones. the not fully ripe ones. and once ur basket is full u have to go and empty it to the big one. and for each big one u get $30. different places having different rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways he wakes up around 10 and goes there. he comes back home for lunch by which time his wife has cooked for dinner as well, they have lunch and he goes with his wife. and they pick apples till its evening time and then come back. i kid u not when i say this. he said that in 16days him and his wife got over $3000(over Rf36000) for it. seems they get like 300 each day they work. Whoa! i i was like "i should stop this and go start picking apples. lol". Too bad its a seasonal thing. but then again different fruits have different seasons ;) .Neways, it came as a surprise to me so thought of sharing. adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4186861425245857844?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4186861425245857844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4186861425245857844&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4186861425245857844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4186861425245857844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SEE_xht8ixI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIB0YtRtUhU/s72-c/16110_picking_apples_520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5450727250024985606</id><published>2008-05-22T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:29:24.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 3. Struggling to make ends meet(2/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDY5sht8iwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xkDkBexr150/s1600-h/Making_the_ends_meet___poverty_by_Mt_Ris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDY5sht8iwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xkDkBexr150/s400/Making_the_ends_meet___poverty_by_Mt_Ris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409856601295618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if ur determined to lead an honest life(that should be less than 40% of Maldivians. Definitely lesser), don’t waste your life. I look around and see bright kids who finish Chse and enter a job paying 3000 a month maybe less and being there for a year or so. Then keep on changing jobs every now and then from this to that and after five years or so of working they go and see their savings which rounds up to less than Rf10,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for the future. And its not ‘cool’ or ‘gaddaa’ to go with those sayings “ill jes take every day as it comes. Cant be bothered to worry abt the future now. Ill think abt it when the time comes”. Ofcourse life wont go as u plan it to. There will always be changes and set backs. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have goals in your life. Dreams that you wanna fulfill. Those dreams wont come to you as you lay down doing nothing. When ur faced with obstacles, you overcome it or deal with it. Making minor adjustments doesn’t mean u have to lose sight of the main target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t expect that if ur good in the company you reside in they’ll send you abroad for further studies. It rarely happens. So DON’T depend on it. Start saving. Stop WASTING it on ur gfs/bfs with gifts, dinners etc etc. “Be a man! Do the right thing!”(Russel Peters). Make sure ur determined. Don’t make goals and targets to wimp out and quit when the going gets tough. Everything is harder than it looks and obstacles will come your way. You WILL be thrown back every now and then. When that happens jes get back on your feet, realize u aren’t dead yet and move forward. Those are the ppl that will make it through life. If u really think about it there’s no such thing as luck. Its irrelevant. Hard work and unwavering determination has been the backbone of those so called lucky people who are living luxurious lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR u can always choose the other side of the road and Maldives is an ideal place to give you a helping hand to be pushed in that direction which would most definitely get you wealthy in the shortest period of time with the least effort considering you don’t get caught ;). Ur choice, ur gain and ur loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes spilled out everything as they came to mind but hope it makes a positive effect on whomever that’s interested in this post. Yea yea, its long. But I like writing long stuff. Hopefully the impact would be bigger on those who actually finish it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5450727250024985606?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5450727250024985606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5450727250024985606&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5450727250024985606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5450727250024985606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/impacts-3-struggling-to-make-ends_22.html' title='Impacts 3. Struggling to make ends meet(2/2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDY5sht8iwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xkDkBexr150/s72-c/Making_the_ends_meet___poverty_by_Mt_Ris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7283874914335349869</id><published>2008-05-22T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:07:41.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts 3. Struggling to make ends meet(1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDVFyRt8ivI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wSqrWVpWsZM/s1600-h/6a00d83451b64669e200e54f6dc2998834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDVFyRt8ivI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wSqrWVpWsZM/s400/6a00d83451b64669e200e54f6dc2998834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203141674548366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a few months back. I was meaning to write abt it in the blog but forgot completely. Jes remembered that I didn’t write it afterall. My friends and I were having one of those long discussions we used to have every now and then on the terrace about worldly matters. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in a construction company and was incharge of handling the quotation part. A client would come with the drawings of his house and I made a rough estimate of how much we were gonna charge for each floor for the foundation and the finishing based on factors referring to the drawings. And if u were to build lets say a house consisting of 8floors of an AVERAGE sized house, it would come up to a certain figure(don’t forget this point). So we took into estimation that an average individual gets lets say Rf6000 per month. But to make this interesting lets say that he actually SAVES Rf5000 each month after paying phone bills, net, food, electric, tuitions on kids, books, clothing, kasauti package, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that it would take him exactly 40YEARS to come up with Rf2,400,000 to complete the construction for his house………for ONLY the foundation. Meaning for the whole project it would take him around 80Years to collect that amount of money. Then lets look around Male’. How many houses do you see under construction to be made into 8floors and some even more? So the question now arises how do they do it? Where does all the money come from. And this is a community where hundreds and thousands of ppl are struggling to make ends meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not implying that all the owners of those houses are thieves etc etc. We DO have the option of doing it the Maldivian way of sharing the expense amongst the family members and uncles and aunts.  And most ppl prefer taking loans to help them with the funds needed. But what about an average person who is making an HONEST living refusing to fall victim to fraud, theft, bribery and whose parents dont have the means of capital to start his own business or a family business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the whole point of this post? Quite frankly I didn’t think up of a point around which to build up this post on. But then again it might be that Maldivians are payed that little. We should not be struggling to make ends meet. There should be a minimum wage that would ensure each individual to live peacefully without having to take 2 or 3 jobs at once and cramping up the whole family into tiny suffocating rooms. A way for the youth to survive without being dependant on their parents. A survey needs to be carried out throughout Male’ and the islands distributing them into different regions to find how much an individual would require to make ends meet. Then a minimum wage should be allocated by the government or any other means they choose to do it to implement that. So that Maldivians can actually SAVE from their salaries without having to bleed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see tourists coming into our country all the time. Most of them aren’t big businessmen or merchants. Most of them are people who live normal average lives back at their countries. But still they manage to save more than enough to travel thousands of miles to resorts with their families for vacations. Us Average Maldivians on the other hand have some choices too. “where shall we go for our holidays honey? Ive taken some time off from the office”. “Oh! I know. Lets go to Villingili, or we can go to kuda bandos. Theres even hulhumale’ now. And if it’s a long holiday we can always go to an island of a relative same as we did last year and the year before that. Yayyyy!!!”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7283874914335349869?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7283874914335349869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7283874914335349869&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7283874914335349869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7283874914335349869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/impacts-3-struggling-to-make-ends.html' title='Impacts 3. Struggling to make ends meet(1/2)'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDVFyRt8ivI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wSqrWVpWsZM/s72-c/6a00d83451b64669e200e54f6dc2998834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5117174552053150894</id><published>2008-05-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:52:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDJ1CcLPY1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/lVH5n5wtPW8/s1600-h/Somali%2520wild%2520ass-Equus%2520asinus%2520somalicus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDJ1CcLPY1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/lVH5n5wtPW8/s400/Somali%2520wild%2520ass-Equus%2520asinus%2520somalicus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202349204349870930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the following in a documentary i watched(Planet Earth). it was interesting. ill let you decide HOW it relates to the behaviour of humans. Its about an animal that looks like a donkey and is called 'Ass'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Male Ass fight to win territories. Those that hold the best are more likely to attract a herd of females. Its a frisky business. But even the winners cant assume the females will actually turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Female Asses are mysterious creatures. They come and go as they please and much of their behaviour seems unfathomable to an outsider. They're the great nomads of the plateau and will often trek vast distances across the parched plains in search of oases. but when they do find paradise, they are liable to feed and drink for just a few hours and then head back to the dust for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*u got it. right? ;)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5117174552053150894?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5117174552053150894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5117174552053150894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5117174552053150894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5117174552053150894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/wild-ass.html' title='The Wild Ass'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SDJ1CcLPY1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/lVH5n5wtPW8/s72-c/Somali%2520wild%2520ass-Equus%2520asinus%2520somalicus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5585160974330552113</id><published>2008-05-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:21:10.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SC_Y28LPY0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9k_2MhAF6bA/s1600-h/puzzle-12-metal-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SC_Y28LPY0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9k_2MhAF6bA/s400/puzzle-12-metal-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201614533014020930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes have a go at the following Qs to see how well u do. this is a self test ofcourse to see how active and allert your brain is or watver. your supposed to take about 7 mins to answer the 10 Qs. So read the Qs and get the answers before you see the answers that are in the comments :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) After a visit to the doctor, you are given 3 tablets and told to take one every half hour. how long does it take to complete the medication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)If you had only one match and entered a  dark and cold room where there is:&lt;br /&gt;   a)an oil lamp&lt;br /&gt;   b)a kerosene lamp&lt;br /&gt;   c)some kindling wood&lt;br /&gt;which object would you light first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)some months have 30days, some have 31. How many have 28 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)A farmer had 17 sheep. All but nine died. How many did he have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)How many of each species did Moses take aboard the Ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)if you were in a running race and you overan the one who was at 2nd place which place will you be in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Mary's mother, Mrs Jones, had exactly four children. The eldest, a boy, she named North. The next eldest, a girl, she named South. The third child, a boy, she named East. The youngest child was another girl. What was her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)If you take two apples from three apples what do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)A cowboy rode into Dodge City on friday. He stayed two days, then rode out of town on Friday. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What number does 96 become when it is turned upside down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is also a test to see which one of you can actually resist the temptation of seeing the answers other have commented on jes so that u'll be able to look better by correcting the ones which you had done wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5585160974330552113?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5585160974330552113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5585160974330552113&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5585160974330552113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5585160974330552113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SC_Y28LPY0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9k_2MhAF6bA/s72-c/puzzle-12-metal-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1768838758820223449</id><published>2008-05-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:36:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCraA8LPYzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sJ3AQ0eyFHo/s1600-h/DSC07659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCraA8LPYzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sJ3AQ0eyFHo/s400/DSC07659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200208429440787250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of u are gonna get a field trip abt this one. especially u anee. hehe. thats mainly why im posting abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically there i was ready to leave for aussie. at the airport my mom calls me over to tell me sumthing. i could hear my aunt telling her not to tell me then. but mom replied saying that she promised she would tell me abt it and so she shall. so she calls me over away from everyone and tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this woman who comes to our house alot. a friend and neighbour of an aunt of mine. She's friends with my mom too. i remember her since i was a lil brat. She's got a daughter jes abt my age. Seems very recently this woman has told my mom that she wants to marry her daughter to me. yep! u heard it right. and she's asked my mom to talk to me abt it. SO that was supposed to be the talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i know the girl personally and all. she's kind hearted, really nice and religious.......but marriage? WHOA!!! i dont even wanna think abt getting married anytime soon. As far as i can remember ive always thought marriage should come after a guy is 25 of age. that should be the earliest. yea yea, there was a time period when i was all up for marriage any day any time. but now that im past that looks like ive still got a few years left. :)  And im once again back to the thinking "Marriage jes chains you down bringing about so many restrictions and making the load on oneself so much more heavier and alot of new headaches. all for what? legal sex and someone special to always confide in? there'll come a time to go thru with that. but why get on with it when u can let it wait for a couple more years during which time u can enjoy the freedom all u want. Plus ive got loads of stuff to do before then"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1768838758820223449?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1768838758820223449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1768838758820223449&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1768838758820223449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1768838758820223449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-weird.html' title='Thats weird.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCraA8LPYzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sJ3AQ0eyFHo/s72-c/DSC07659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8161521363129800780</id><published>2008-05-13T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:41:19.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv-sLPYuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B84M-34PTWU/s1600-h/DSC07639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv-sLPYuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B84M-34PTWU/s400/DSC07639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810367576826594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_MLPYvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/W6J73To-_x4/s1600-h/DSC07647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_MLPYvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/W6J73To-_x4/s400/DSC07647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810376166761202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_cLPYwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/u-I7MglNnzE/s1600-h/DSC07648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_cLPYwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/u-I7MglNnzE/s400/DSC07648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810380461728514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_sLPYxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2N-W5luNk1g/s1600-h/DSC07650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_sLPYxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2N-W5luNk1g/s400/DSC07650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810384756695826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_8LPYyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jHXVE_NBFtA/s1600-h/DSC07651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv_8LPYyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jHXVE_NBFtA/s400/DSC07651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810389051663138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be back here. i missed this weather. and just in time for winter too. It already drops below 8  degrees at night. Missed the cookings with all the various ingredients and veggies. not to mention the irresistable beef steaks. and missed sleeping under those comfy sheets.....simply heavenly. and weirdly enough miss the smoke that comes out of ur mouth when u exhale. only one prob. waking up early morning and getting out of bed. and that damn shower when its icy cold in the morning. having to adjust the cold and hot water taps JUST right while freezing and half asleep. thats plain torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the new house with the sliding doors, backyard, greenhouse, shed and the indoor fireplace. a lovely place to settle down with a family i must say. my 'house mate' whom i had lived with even the last time has now got a new baby boy as well who is just 8months old. so its always lively at the place. and it was so good to meet the rest of the maldivians whom i had hung out with 2yrs back. three of em now married, two of em has got babies, and two others are gonna get married this year. everyone seems to be moving to australia. we've even got a new group of another 4 maldivians living near the premises. so i guess we've got our own lil maldivian community going on here. lets see, 17Maldivians total including the wives and kids. and to think it was just 8 when i came here last.a lot of ppl say that its better to live in a foreign country in a plce that has fewest maldivians ever. i dunno if they are afraid what they do in foreign countries might leak back home or not, but i love this crowd and i enjoy ahnging out with maldivians even outside home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully ill get a residentship from here by the end of this year. been thinking abt it since the last time i was here and the thought is moving closer and closer towards getting a P.R. My parents have approved of it as well. This place seems heavenly compared to the state Male' is now in. better salary, better services, better education, cheaper rent, cheaper electricity/water/internet, better security. Atleast four times higher paying salaries. plus its not suffocating with the heavy traffic and narrow square buildings with no room for backyards, swimming pools etc.&lt;br /&gt;well, u guys know the rest of the difficulties. but most importantly i dont have to live with the thought that my wife or daughters could be harrassed, raped and videotaped any day for any reason. or my family members or son being butchered with a knife/ razor just for saying "theres room enough here for you to pass through".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets see how long itll take me this time to REALLY start missing my friends and family back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8161521363129800780?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8161521363129800780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8161521363129800780&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8161521363129800780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8161521363129800780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/aussie.html' title='Aussie'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SClv-sLPYuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B84M-34PTWU/s72-c/DSC07639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2133263691774222612</id><published>2008-05-07T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:02:35.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids. Cracks u up everytime dont they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkAiHWy0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/xy8wNJici8Q/s1600-h/DSC07613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkAiHWy0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/xy8wNJici8Q/s400/DSC07613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197897249003588418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkAyHWy1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/AocRzof_fGg/s1600-h/DSC07614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkAyHWy1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/AocRzof_fGg/s400/DSC07614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197897253298555730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkBCHWy2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/_76XihkI314/s1600-h/DSC07616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkBCHWy2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/_76XihkI314/s400/DSC07616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197897257593523042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a huge discussion with shiu before going over to thaiwok when my kid bro came running into my room looking like that(the first pic). we DID see him running around with the balloon and trying to fasten it to his tummy before. but we never expected him to do that in the end. lol. hehehe. the bottom pic was this morning. apparently there's some event at the school. he refuses to acknowledge that he's wearing te superman costume. he calls it some other name. heheh. im gonna miss that lil bugger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2133263691774222612?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2133263691774222612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2133263691774222612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2133263691774222612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2133263691774222612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-cracks-u-up-everytime-dont-they.html' title='Kids. Cracks u up everytime dont they?'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SCKkAiHWy0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/xy8wNJici8Q/s72-c/DSC07613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8362943061331409117</id><published>2008-05-05T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:22:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SB7DlIEpYjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XoWq68NFS2o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SB7DlIEpYjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XoWq68NFS2o/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196806062621680178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss u my dear friend. ull be leaving tonight and we probably wont see each other for atleast a year. it was so good to see you again after so long. we got to catch up on so much......not that we needed any catching up. hehe. hope last night's farewell get together was fun. so thanx again for coming all you guys. (i-kko, velvy, shifu, shiu, shau, ifu, phenol, aari, ayya, amdhan, shippalhey) and thanx to ayya for the guitar and thax velvy for the chocs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everything works out for you and hope you'll achieve everything in life u ever wanted. hope ull get to bang all those booties there in malaysia. ;) good luck my friend who can also be called my brother. Adios. you KNOW im gonna miss ya.......and u know what else im gonna miss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by affey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8362943061331409117?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8362943061331409117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8362943061331409117&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8362943061331409117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8362943061331409117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/gonna-miss-you.html' title='Gonna Miss You'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SB7DlIEpYjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XoWq68NFS2o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7257375549186704687</id><published>2008-05-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:29:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Common courtesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBxMdoEpYiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ee7ib9AAYtA/s1600-h/I_Dont_Get_It_by_ConcreteCastleLily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBxMdoEpYiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ee7ib9AAYtA/s400/I_Dont_Get_It_by_ConcreteCastleLily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196112141935534626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna write about a post i never thought id write in here. but here goes. something that happened. theres this friend of mine. we are friends and nothing more. she's even got a bf(if that thought had crossed thru ur head :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her b'day was a few months back. i was there to wish her face to face at 12 that night. asked her vat she wanted and she couldnt come up with anything. i didnt wanna buy something that might turn out to be something she didnt fancy, so i gave her Rf300 so that she could buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted(yes, she was a dear friend). always been there for her whenever she needed me. dont remember ever letting her down. yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes my bday and all i got was an sms saying happy birthday same as total strangers from facebook and blogging. she didnt come over to see me that day or even called once. i invited her to the party that night to which she didnt come. didnt even have the common courtesy to call me up or send an sms saying she cant come. not one even the following day or an apology and not even a mere 'sorry' or reason for not showing up. ive done so much for her as a friend ever since we got to know each other like over 2yrs back. come on. i have expectations from her as well. what ive stated above......thats vat i expected of her. ATLEAST one or two of them. but going to the point of not even having common courtesy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even tried calling her over and over again to no avail. she didnt pick up the fone or even reply to any sms. but right afterwards i send an sms that shows that im pissed. she immediately replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:"im not avoiding you. just really living a bit away from the&lt;br /&gt;world. ive my reasons for that. i know its not fair n all but cant&lt;br /&gt;help it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"yea, it definitely isnt fair at all.bt i 'totally' understand u&lt;br /&gt;being out of the world enough:&lt;br /&gt;*to not even giv me a cal on my bday&lt;br /&gt;*nt myt me evn once in those 24hrs&lt;br /&gt;*not come for even 15mins even wen invited for the party&lt;br /&gt;*not even having the courtesy to call to say u cant come&lt;br /&gt;*not even a bloody sms&lt;br /&gt;*not a call or sms even on the next day&lt;br /&gt;*nt reply to the sms i send&lt;br /&gt;*and not even pik up the fone wen i call&lt;br /&gt;*in short i guess i wasnt half the friend to u as u were to me to even&lt;br /&gt;have common courtesy on my bday of all days.the day dat was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be MY day. but NOOOOO, u are too out of this world. tell u vat.&lt;br /&gt;stay there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: thats exactly the txt i had in mind that u would send. i did text&lt;br /&gt;u to wish u that day. u were too busy textin &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt; but didnt reply to&lt;br /&gt;mine. i told u i mite not be able to go. yea i know i shud have cald.n&lt;br /&gt;dont go on sayin that half the friend thing....i knw ive been a&lt;br /&gt;horrible one. n of all the ppl, i dont expect you to understand this&lt;br /&gt;either. stay there? ummm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I never said u didnt wish me. u DID send me an sms saying hapy bday&lt;br /&gt;the same as the strangers from facebook. yea, i posibly cant&lt;br /&gt;understand u. no one wud. jes u n maybe &lt;em&gt;ur friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;plus i didnt reply to anyone who wished me with just an sms.i figured&lt;br /&gt;u werent like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.but turned out the whole world revolved just around&lt;br /&gt;u and ur problems lately too.if ur goin thru somethin,must try hard to&lt;br /&gt;show it and make others fyl bad abt it as wel.jes forget everything&lt;br /&gt;theyve done for you n how special a day it mite be for ur 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;none of it matters if ur going thru something. never expected this from u guys.&lt;br /&gt;leave the other two.but u? total disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there u have it. i know i know. i need anger management. i dont&lt;br /&gt;expect her to buy me a cake and wish me at 00:00 going to anyplace i&lt;br /&gt;was and then giving me a wonderful present and dinner and the lot. but&lt;br /&gt;i expect something more than just an sms with a 'happy bday' from a&lt;br /&gt;friend to whom i have been there for her more than even her bfs. ive&lt;br /&gt;always been there in her time of need and made a difference on her&lt;br /&gt;bday. i was a really close friend of hers and she was mine. so those&lt;br /&gt;points ive stated above. asking for atleast one of it from a close&lt;br /&gt;friend......is that asking for too much? dont i have a right to be mad&lt;br /&gt;at her? if it was just another person i wudnt have given a shit. but&lt;br /&gt;this wasnt just anyone. and i believe its worse to&lt;br /&gt;hold it all in and jes fake a smile and be the person who always go "i&lt;br /&gt;totally understand. its all ok. i have no problem at all with any of&lt;br /&gt;it. so lets smile and pretend nothing ever happened"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did feel a bit guilty abt it later and i did apologise to her. but i also did mention that i wont change what i had said cos that was exactly what was going thru my head that night and was something i believed in. so what do u think? ive already made up my mind abt it but wanna hear if there's a different opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7257375549186704687?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7257375549186704687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7257375549186704687&amp;isPopup=true' title='72 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7257375549186704687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7257375549186704687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/05/common-courtesy.html' title='Common courtesy'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBxMdoEpYiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ee7ib9AAYtA/s72-c/I_Dont_Get_It_by_ConcreteCastleLily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5277777506266909007</id><published>2008-04-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:00:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBlcMYEpYhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/evMP6Y3c8Q4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBlcMYEpYhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/evMP6Y3c8Q4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195285012838703634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many complications,arguments and after getting delayed for 8months, yesterday evening i checked my mail to find that i had got the placement from the college. yes, im finally leaving. YAYYY!!!  well, i did have to even call them up and complain alot,but still got it. orientation on the 14th of THIS month. so have to leave on the 10th. its only a WEEK later. cant believe it took them this long to confirm. but better late than never right? course will finish by the end of december so not that bad right? And coffee ehves baavvan vaane ennu dho furumuge kurin ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5277777506266909007?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5277777506266909007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5277777506266909007&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5277777506266909007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5277777506266909007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-got-it.html' title='FINALLY GOT IT!'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBlcMYEpYhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/evMP6Y3c8Q4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8666030259166424562</id><published>2008-04-25T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:09:21.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best B'day EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSAoEpYZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZPA621YEXKw/s1600-h/DSC07568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSAoEpYZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZPA621YEXKw/s400/DSC07568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444228510343570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSEYEpYaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oNjXiw9dyZQ/s1600-h/DSC07572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSEYEpYaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oNjXiw9dyZQ/s400/DSC07572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444292934853026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSEoEpYbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nLSrinIjV-Q/s1600-h/DSC07600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSEoEpYbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nLSrinIjV-Q/s400/DSC07600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444297229820338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSFIEpYcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mpBNpNFzXQA/s1600-h/DSC07603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSFIEpYcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mpBNpNFzXQA/s400/DSC07603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444305819754946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSFYEpYdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mj7tNJ9UfKY/s1600-h/DSC07604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSFYEpYdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mj7tNJ9UfKY/s400/DSC07604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444310114722258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 00:00 ofcourse and the usual gang consisting of phenol, affey, shan, amdhan, chippalhey , ifu n me(sorry u cudnt be there the rest) were at my place cooking noodles n soup. chief cook being affey(it was great dude). then we went up to the terrace, had a couple of 'king edwards' (boy they cost alot). then sang along as shan did his magic with his guitar. we were up having fun till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was jes able to sleep for 4hrs. had to wake up and go buy the rest of the stuff needed for the party. was busy doing this and that the whole day. a very special thanx here to phenol who helped in bringing up all the chairs to the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ppl who went dho....lets see if i can get all the names....Phenol, affey, amdhan, ayya, ifu, shau, sharfa, alson, aiman, shabeen, spongy, shifu, shiuna, her friend, maree, faathun, i-kko, shan, velvy, muawwaz, lycan, whity, shweeet, fish, maa, huxein, indo and ofcourse suzy(mustnt forget her eh?) hehe. hope i got everyone there. and those few who said they wud come but didnt....screw u! we had so much fun and u missed out on so much. TOTALLy ur loss :p Blll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs the fun started with shan and his guitar. everyone made a huge circle and we were singing our arses off with songs that came as total surprises to most ppl. and later when the crowd started slowly diminishing and it was left with phenol, affey, amdhan, ifu, sharfa, alson, aiman, shabeen, spongy, shifu, i-kko, shan, velvy and maa(ok ok. maybe not diminish diminish)....we started DANCING. lol. phenol dropped in with this amazingly hilarious and dancy(???) song King wendu's "MAPEPE". awesome song. you should check it out on you-tube and u can have an idea how the dance wouldve been like. jes like in the video. affey and phenol started it up and in a few minutes everyone was dancing like crazy. then we danced to "Kalinka", "the ketchup song" and ofcourse the famous dancing steps song "decibal"(the one we always danced to) hehe. and afterwards we played a couple of games, there were more music and again some more dancing. at the end it was time for the presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see from the pic, i got FOUR of the items in the list i made. well.....two is visible. the third one is a surprise. hehehe. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for the presents&lt;br /&gt;Ruba-for the inuyasha figure and the stuffed doggy&lt;br /&gt;Shweeeeet: for the ashtray&lt;br /&gt;Maa:for the animex FOUR key chains of naruto characters&lt;br /&gt;Alson:for the replica of the "akhmed dead terrorist" thing along with the party prank stuff&lt;br /&gt;Shifu: for the tie and the choc&lt;br /&gt;Maree: for the wooden chime and card. and ofcourse the Trio choc cake. we both bought it but still my half for u and ur half for me. heheh. so sad u had to leave....and that too when u were begging for a dance. u had to leave right before that. and i didnt get my hug :(  btw, u were loooookin goooooooood. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And my fav present from my friends(ull get what i meant by that later on near the end) goes to i-kko.&lt;br /&gt;she bought me an awesome wallet along with a cadbury caramello(i told u NOT to get it :p). with a lovely card and when i opened the wallet there it was, a nokia battery for my phone. it was awesome. thank you thank you everyone. By the end of it all, right before i cut the cake i realised, that day had made the best day of my life. the best and the most fun get together EVER, and the best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally came to the cake well....affey made sure i had loads of it on my face and hair. heheh. and there were lots of licking the cake off my face. yep it happened even if it was for a pic. the cake was sooooo goooooood. MMMMMMMMMMM. it had better. it cost like Rf400. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres the most interesting part. ive now covered THREE of the items on the list...the trio cake, the wallet and the battery. when it was all over at 01:00 we all cleaned up the terrace and when i went downstairs mom gave me this huge present from mom n dad n my lil bro. i opened it up and there was this cardboard box of an acer. yeeess yeeessss. u'd better believe it. i got a fucking LAPTOP. ACER,Aspire 4715Z, Intel Pentium dual core processor, 14.1” Acer Crystalbrite LCD, 1GB DDR2, 120GB HDD. YAHHOOOOO!!! i actually stood there frozen jes couldnt believe it. opened up the box and it really was there. and all my friends were going "we hate you arra" heheh. i chased my mom and gave her a HUGE hug. went over to dad and well......he was sleeping. his loss. he missed out on an awesome hug. im sure all the ppl i hugged last night would agree to that. *whistle whistle*. It was already the best day of my life and then.....(silence)......i got a LAPTOP! It was the last thing i expected to get. i mean i already had a laptop. yea, it was getting old but still it was really good. and then i get ANOTHER laptop. didnt know what i did to deserve it but i got it. bwahaha. so once again quoted from shan "dude, screw those who didnt show up. they dont have what a laptop has. nothing NEAR to it. plus this was the best fricking party and get together". well said shan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt over yet. then we went off cycling and jes chatted away and had more fun till 04:30. thats when we decided to call it a night and went home.....yea i cudnt wake up to go to office on time. was an hr and a half late. come on. i slept at 05:30. and hu's fault is that right? heheh. so neways, once again a big 'thank you' to everyone who came to the party and everyone who wished me. it surely made my day. and in the end i guess i could cut off FIVE from the list. Numbers 1, 4, 7, 8 and 27. i even got to cutt of 27. didnt think that would ever happen. but it did. and dont even start with the cutting sentimental stuff for materialistic ones. it was a fucking laptop. ofcourse i'd happily cut that off. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8666030259166424562?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8666030259166424562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8666030259166424562&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8666030259166424562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8666030259166424562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-bday-ever.html' title='Best B&apos;day EVER!'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBLSAoEpYZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZPA621YEXKw/s72-c/DSC07568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-379029375510847125</id><published>2008-04-23T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:35:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gift list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgCIEpYVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IDGTmniDXWo/s1600-h/mix1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgCIEpYVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IDGTmniDXWo/s400/mix1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192685591256981842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgCoEpYWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7bezvU29mOA/s1600-h/mix2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgCoEpYWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7bezvU29mOA/s400/mix2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192685599846916450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgC4EpYXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eeSqt9n471U/s1600-h/mix3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgC4EpYXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eeSqt9n471U/s400/mix3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192685604141883762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgEYEpYYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fTB1zE_7aNo/s1600-h/mix4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgEYEpYYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fTB1zE_7aNo/s400/mix4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192685629911687554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is right around the corner(friday 25th april) and inspired by Nadhoo i too decided to make this list of the stuff that i want right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Tri choc layer cake from bakers fantasy(three layers of different choc in the cake)&lt;br /&gt;2)‘212 men’ perfume bottle (not the fake cheap ones)&lt;br /&gt;3)An external hard drive 250Gb or more(preferably 500Gb)&lt;br /&gt;4)A new laptop&lt;br /&gt;5)A new phone (don’t care what it is as long as its not an O2 or nething fancy like that. Something simple that has Bluetooth, good music, colour screen, a decent camera….preferably nokia)&lt;br /&gt;6)An Ipod (not the fake cheap ones, I want one with a 40gb hard)&lt;br /&gt;7)A new wallet&lt;br /&gt;8)A Nokia leaf phone battery (mine now holds charge for 4-6hrs)&lt;br /&gt;9)A Nokia leaf phone casing (mine’s broken)&lt;br /&gt;10)An African grey parrot (my mom let the one I caught go)&lt;br /&gt;11)A GN cycle&lt;br /&gt;12)Mini cooper car&lt;br /&gt;13)5.1 digital surround sound system with DVD player&lt;br /&gt;14)LCD display TV 32inch&lt;br /&gt;15)An acoustic guitar (nothing fancy)&lt;br /&gt;16)The complete ‘Lord of the rings’ DVD collection (jes wanna watch it all once again)&lt;br /&gt;17)A pet iguana&lt;br /&gt;18)A pet baby python&lt;br /&gt;19)Limited edition Gaara figure from animex where the sand is coming out of his gourd and covering him.&lt;br /&gt;20)Garnier red colour dye bottle (wanna make my hair even redder)&lt;br /&gt;21)Lava Lamp (A light from Sunfront, the ones at the display about a foot in height with those oily stuff rising up to the top)&lt;br /&gt;22)Plasma lamp (An orb when connected to a circuit will show those threads of electricity/whatever coming out of what looks like a bulb. Those threads will touch the orb and when a finger is placed on the orb all the threads focus on that point)&lt;br /&gt;23)Need a new casing for my laptop&lt;br /&gt;24)Final Fantasy 7 and 8 PC game.&lt;br /&gt;25)Bonsai plant (those small plants that look like a HUGE tree has been shrunk)&lt;br /&gt;26)dinner at that thai restaurant near thai wok (havent tried that place yet)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i DO NOT want a cadbury caramello -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, the above pics&lt;br /&gt;pic1 - number22, number 21 and number 2&lt;br /&gt;pic2 - number 19 and number 25&lt;br /&gt;pic3 - number 18 and number 17&lt;br /&gt;pic4 - number 14, number 12 and number 15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-379029375510847125?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/379029375510847125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=379029375510847125&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/379029375510847125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/379029375510847125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-gift-list.html' title='Birthday gift list'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SBAgCIEpYVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IDGTmniDXWo/s72-c/mix1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5136144432117599261</id><published>2008-04-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:32:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could know, wud u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAxeDiOS5qI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ln4-3NKD9ek/s1600-h/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAxeDiOS5qI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ln4-3NKD9ek/s400/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191627885270722210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a survey once. A 1000 people were asked if they could know in advance whether if they want to know the precise date of their death. 96% of them said 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;I always kind of leaned towards the other 4%. I thought it would be liberating knowing how much you had left to work with. It turned out....its NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;-Bucket List-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5136144432117599261?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5136144432117599261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5136144432117599261&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5136144432117599261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5136144432117599261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-could-know-wud-u.html' title='If you could know, wud u?'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAxeDiOS5qI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ln4-3NKD9ek/s72-c/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-4135760777279045135</id><published>2008-04-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:37:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships that came with unforeseen attachments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAHy7FWmu8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Mf9wnG4L5HM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAHy7FWmu8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Mf9wnG4L5HM/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188695342570716098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are a few stories that ive come across that’s happened right here in the Maldives, all of which had happened after a couple broke off their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)After breaking up the girl gets called a whore, prostitute(u name it). She gets harassed on the road, all the pics the guy had of her gets uploaded on the net and the guy make sure that the girl’s reputation changes to what we Maldivians call a ‘badi’ and someone who’ll sleep with jes any guy. Sometimes the breakup is followed by a huge slap on the face or even a beating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)A girl cheats on her bf and later break up. The guy finds out about it, gets a couple of his friends and invites her over. She then gets raped and videotaped. There definitely was a lighter involved in the rape (ill leave this part to ur imagination) Dunno what happened to the guy whom she had cheated with. I don’t think he was let off that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)After a breakup the guy decides that if he cant have her, no one else will. That he would make her look unattractive to other guys. So he decided to re-decorate her face with a razor/cutter/whatever. If I heard right the guy made sure that she got the medical treatment afterwards……along with a lot of scars on her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)A breakup happens where a girl cheats on his bf again. They breakup and during ramazan she gets kidnapped and tied up in a friend’s house(the house was empty). He invites his friends over and they all do her over n over again. She then gets a hair cut, and a pube cut with a razor/trimmer/whatever. She DID get a drink to break her fast alright. But it wasn’t with something she had in mind. They kept her there for the whole night and later let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)A girl who was at the time in ameeniyya had sex with a married guy. She then later told the wife about it which created a huge problem to the marriage as expected. So the guy gets his friends, tied her up to a branch of a tree and videotaped her to ruin her reputation(but obviously everyone felt sorry for the girl due to the stupidest resolve a guy could come up with to ruin a girl’s reputation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)After a breakup the girl started dating some guy. The X-bf found out about it and made sure the guy got a vacation for a month at IGMH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)this one doesnt involve cheating(i didnt know it did). the guy wanted to breakup with the gf. so he decided he might as well as have sex with her one last time. but when he went over he took a video cam with him and left it on the table recording the sex that they had. but he made sure he turned off the lights upto the point where everyone watching would be sure that they were having sex but not sure who the ppl were. and heres the tricky part. after the sex the guy leaves and he calls her on her mobile. so she TURNED ON the lights and continued the conv still naked ofcourse. BUSTED! then he comes back and takes his video camera away and jes deletes the scenes he wanted deleting and jes let the video loose. (so im guessing that she mustve done SOMETHING wrong for him to go to all that trouble right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)And theres also something ive always wanted to do. came close to doing it too. changed my mind about a week before the set date. aaaahh. that wouldve been fun. heheh. (but lets keep that in for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)so heres a story.this girl cheats on this guy .the guy finds this out&lt;br /&gt;he dosent break up with her right then .he sneaks into her room when shes not home&lt;br /&gt;cut all her cloths in strategic places ,destroy everythin in her room &lt;br /&gt;sends a clear message their broken up. now thats a mature way to break up XD lol &lt;br /&gt;(story told by Konchekey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Then we have the boyfriends and husbands who find out about the cheating and pretend nothing ever happened and try to sustain the relationships which results in more cheating and with many other diff ppl. I personally call these guys ‘the girl’s bitch’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)We’ve also got the ‘unmanly’ kinds who doesn’t do any yelling, hitting or anything even near to whats described above. These guys are made out to be the losers or the ppl who are a bore to their X’s. more like the pathetic fools who needs to grow up. And believe me, if the guy doesn’t hate the girl for the breakup then it turns out that apparently something is very wrong with the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im sure you guys mustve heard some other stories as well.(pls share if u don’t think this post is sick, even if it’s the truth).  Such manly guys we’ve got here. Makes it seem as if being in a relationship is a dangerous thing.. …or maybe a breakup or cheating is a bad thing. Some would consider guys to be heartless and jerks while others would think that the girl’s are the ones who got themselves into those situations. Whatever the case…..these are our fellow Maldivians. So much has changed. And in no where a good way I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-4135760777279045135?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/4135760777279045135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=4135760777279045135&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4135760777279045135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/4135760777279045135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/relationships-that-came-with-unforeseen.html' title='Relationships that came with unforeseen attachments'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/SAHy7FWmu8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Mf9wnG4L5HM/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8072879698377476043</id><published>2008-04-09T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:47:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this again, its been weeks now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_2p2Zqzc2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/-pNXoVxs9t0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_2p2Zqzc2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/-pNXoVxs9t0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187489097869128546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ppl. it may be a fake or it may be really a miracle. why do you care THAT much about it. its been weeks now. get over that. ok ok. lets say its a miracle and the leaves made it on their own. soo.....? dusnt it jes show something which you already know(all those ppl who believe in god ofcourse who still go all shocked abt it)?. when u act this way doesnt it show jes how little you actually believe in god and that you were acting up the rest all these years? (most of us are that way anyway). we encounter so many stuff ike this all over the world. we all see it, increase our faith a bit and in a few days forget about it all and go back to living our lives the way we had been before we saw the 'miracle'. thats jes how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8072879698377476043?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8072879698377476043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8072879698377476043&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8072879698377476043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8072879698377476043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-this-again-its-been-weeks-now.html' title='Not this again, its been weeks now'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_2p2Zqzc2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/-pNXoVxs9t0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3084259129531931265</id><published>2008-04-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:26:33.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*grumble* -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_sB-KE6qrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vR-AqGvq_TY/s1600-h/cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_sB-KE6qrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vR-AqGvq_TY/s400/cat.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186741563215751858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems i had to write this in my blog if she ever answered these Qs abt me so lets get this over with :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you comment on this post&lt;br /&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip the number 8 and dont expect me to answer those Qs to everyone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see bulhaa&lt;br /&gt;1. chocoholic&lt;br /&gt;2. buy the mars icecream cup uve always wanted with your OWN money&lt;br /&gt;3. fiery red&lt;br /&gt;4. the way u sulk whenever u loose in an argument or when u know im right abt sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;5. ill skip the important bits here :p. but that was jes infront of ur house. was with a date when a stranger suddenly stopped infront of me telling me my name with a 'dho', shook my hand and instantly walked right away. that stranger being yu ofcourse. i realised it was you after you had started walking away. in my defense u never did introduce urself. :p&lt;br /&gt;6. a black widow........jes kidding.hehe. a furry white cat. though sometimes you do remind me of a clown with a red squeaky nose :p&lt;br /&gt;7. how do you do it? (and thats not something i wrote for the sake of it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3084259129531931265?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3084259129531931265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3084259129531931265&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3084259129531931265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3084259129531931265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/grumble.html' title='*grumble* -.-'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_sB-KE6qrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vR-AqGvq_TY/s72-c/cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3937491041975308618</id><published>2008-04-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:30:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Cowards who comment on blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_mxdKE6qpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aM787xsV5Os/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_mxdKE6qpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aM787xsV5Os/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186371560373136018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, vats wrong with these ppl. im sure most of you others mustve faced the same problem. at the end of last year on nov 29th i started getting filth filled anonymous comments on a post i wrote in july- 'Liyunee and Liyaa'. Not to mention a comment on the shout box which jes stated "anonymous coward: you suck u suck u suck". alteast she admitted she was a coward.hehe. and some other times to which i dont remember now. and again to a very recent post of last month "Top 5....having second doubts but still....here goes" most of you wouldve seen the post. and heres what the new anonymous coward had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONYMOUS: Ugh! You make me sick! Your previous posts speak of volumes of how you like your women. religious and submissive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, you have chosen women that are nothing like that. You are one of those men that would have a woman clad in a buruga at home and go and have an affair with another woman and also hate yourself for it and preach religiously. Oh God! I hate men like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6, 2008 12:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KAIZE SHOZEY said... &lt;br /&gt;@anonymous: kudakujjakah kiyaidheyhen dho kiyaidheyn jeheny. but ok. here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me get this straight. if god spoke to me and said that i cud SLEEP with(not marry or live with) ANY five ppl in the world, i should be choosing the religious and pious ones instead of those ppl whom i KNOW are impossible? (im sure it would be great even for those religious girls when i write all their names on my blog as ppl i wanna sleep with shaming their reputation or whatever). And thru THAT u derived that i would one day cheat on my wife? heheh. lol. ur hilarious. what are you? a soothsayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how do u know if the fifth one aint a girl like the one u described? There's a reason why i didnt write her name.oh wait! i know the answer to that Q. u know EVERYTHING, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And UR the one making a big fuss abt the ppl 'I' CHOSE. And why should i care if some anonymous coward hates me for this koosani a reason. your assuming ill one day cheat on my wife jes cos i selected some hot chicks IF one day GOD came down from heaven and spoke to me. (what am i? alot better than a prophet?Cos even the prophets didnt get that) damn u need some serious help. if uve got some issues with me then jes face me and talk to me abt it. even thats better than being the coward ur being now and talking something we call 'bullshit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a little advice to all you cowards out there. if uve got a problem with someone jes go talk to that person. or if ur too chicken to do that or if you dont wanna be in such a situation then jes shut the hell up and keep outta the way of them. but nooooo! instead you have to be all anonymous and say a thing or two all the while knowing that ur openly being a coward. and how do you expect that person whom u think ur harassing SHOULD be reacting to the whole thing? you think they'll be worrying thier brains out thinking "someone out there doeant like me. how am i gonna live now?" ??? :S  so ppl puhleeeease. either keep ur opinions to urself or grow some balls for crying out loud and resolve those issues you have with them bloggers.....or any other person that is. Its for ur own good :p  and the funny bit i noticed is, most of these anonymous ppl wait till the post is over a month old or in my case one post which was like five months old, and when they are sure no one else except the blogger will be seeing the stuff he writes, thats when they start doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have somehow hurt you or anything of that sort, i have no idea what ur talking abt. so jes tell me abt it. it might even be a whole misunderstanding. but if you've chosen to skip that part and start hating me for whatever reason unknown that is, you can go screw urself for all i care. i'd feel better if i dont know you from that point on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3937491041975308618?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3937491041975308618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3937491041975308618&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3937491041975308618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3937491041975308618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/anonymous-cowards-who-comment-on-blogs.html' title='Anonymous Cowards who comment on blogs'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_mxdKE6qpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aM787xsV5Os/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6319307495999657414</id><published>2008-04-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:48:06.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulhaa's Hamster 'OLLIE'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_RgVqE6qiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_AyfQ8V9hgQ/s1600-h/Gasp_by_Spackward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_RgVqE6qiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_AyfQ8V9hgQ/s400/Gasp_by_Spackward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184874996198713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to hear the news. how could ollie. it was so innocent and cute. but now.....how could he do it. have a brain and some kinda decency. there are better ways to do it. but noooo! u jes couldnt help it could you? and then u bulhaa. u let it happen? u jes stood by and let it happen? tsk tsk tsk. a part of you actually wanted to see what would happen didnt you? *raises eyebrow* and even AFTER it happened you actually put ollie in the same situation AGAIN? you thought it would be different that time? "effulhan mathin fummaali hamster aneh fulhan mathinves fummaalaaneyey" (@clors: its a maldivian saying which indicates that a person who has done something....usually bad....would tend to do it again....more like would definitely do it again). and that was the case with ollie. tsk tsk. bulhaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanx to &lt;a href="http://cl0r.blogspot.com/2008/04/radng-awster.html"&gt;clOr&lt;/a&gt; im following his footsteps by making a statement saying that those who would give a generous bribe would be told everything that happened in this hot and soooo very interesting story. believe me when i say the info is worth it. ;) and in FULL detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ill bet if she sees this she's gonna pull a paris hilton on me* lets hope she didnt get what i meant. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6319307495999657414?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6319307495999657414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6319307495999657414&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6319307495999657414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6319307495999657414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/04/ollie.html' title='Bulhaa&apos;s Hamster &apos;OLLIE&apos;'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_RgVqE6qiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_AyfQ8V9hgQ/s72-c/Gasp_by_Spackward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6864972380368683306</id><published>2008-03-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:45:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldivian Girls are sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_CIk6E6qbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3hip65l9gZA/s1600-h/White_sheet_series_2_by_Dark_rose_stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_CIk6E6qbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3hip65l9gZA/s400/White_sheet_series_2_by_Dark_rose_stock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183793338749987250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought that came to pass. Maldivian girls are so sick(not THAT kinda sik). they are really fragile. A recent friend i made was talking abt herself when she said that she had migraine and thats when the thought passed. i look at all the girls i know and 90% of them has health issues. not their looks ofcourse. its always migraines, back pains, arthritis, severe headaches, cysts in the wonder hole, period problems, news that they might never have babies, even cancer. mainly its problems related to migraine and the holy hole.(or maybe its jes in the ppl i know :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then arises the question "Why Maldivian Women?". or shoud i be asking "Why Women?" ? is it something to do with what we eat, the water we drink, the sex they have? or is it something wrong with their immune system which is passing down the generations? Ocourse there are guys with health issues as well. but 'I' for one have never heard a case where a guy was having arthritis or migraines or cysts in their bodies(oh. that one ive heard once). so whats it? (or once again its jes in the guys i know :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hear stories of guys getting married to women and then going abroad in just a few months to do medical check-ups and so on. (Which might imply that most problems occur after marriage). so is it the sex? Nah! if it was they dont have to wait till they get married huh at the rat maldivian girls are having sex. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6864972380368683306?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6864972380368683306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6864972380368683306&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6864972380368683306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6864972380368683306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/maldivian-girls-are-sick.html' title='Maldivian Girls are sick'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R_CIk6E6qbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3hip65l9gZA/s72-c/White_sheet_series_2_by_Dark_rose_stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3122186242506056799</id><published>2008-03-29T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:33:57.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advancement of Parteys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-8mPqE6qYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gkrnd2QkrtM/s1600-h/Thug_by_zano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-8mPqE6qYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gkrnd2QkrtM/s320/Thug_by_zano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183403746561534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of the sites of the company(a construction company) i work in was visited by a group of ppl. well, actually 3. they came in a small lorry and one of them was really dressed up all tucked in and wearing a tie. the other two looked like labourers/workers. so the decent looking guy comes inside the site to see that there were two bangaalhees there as security. he calmly says to them "im your new site supervisor who joined this morning and i was sent here to take 50 bags of cement to be transferred to .... site(another site of ours). niiicely said. he knew exactly vat he was doing and was pretty smooth at it too. luckily the guy who was a guard was someone working for the company for a long time and he knew how the system worked. so he simply refused to believe that the partey was a supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then the partey suddenly grabbed the guy by his shirt, took out a cutter and told him to hand over any money he had and his phone. The other two guys moved in as well. he just had Rf30 with him......which they DID take with them and then left. pretty organised i must say and by the likes of it i dont think it was their first time. wonder how many ppl they've duped. 50 bags of cement is worth over Rf3700. they just had to go from site to site loading bags after bags and then take them all to a buyer. plus, Male' is really low on cement these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3122186242506056799?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3122186242506056799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3122186242506056799&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3122186242506056799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3122186242506056799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/advancement-of-parteys.html' title='Advancement of Parteys'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-8mPqE6qYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gkrnd2QkrtM/s72-c/Thug_by_zano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8606437316843967932</id><published>2008-03-26T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:51:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5....having 2nd doubts but still....here goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-svdaE6qQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OH6jiFdCAfk/s1600-h/JessicaBielPhotoshoot01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-svdaE6qQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OH6jiFdCAfk/s320/JessicaBielPhotoshoot01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182287978482542850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-svdqE6qRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QKwypoWi2rA/s1600-h/441655518_84fba513cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-svdqE6qRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QKwypoWi2rA/s320/441655518_84fba513cb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182287982777510162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-sveaE6qSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/03wcH72K6fs/s1600-h/2094632791_09f4c98f2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-sveaE6qSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/03wcH72K6fs/s320/2094632791_09f4c98f2b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182287995662412066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-sveqE6qTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JnNP0OWnd8w/s1600-h/alizee1955medfi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-sveqE6qTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JnNP0OWnd8w/s320/alizee1955medfi9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182287999957379378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top would obviously be affey. i dont even have to say it cos its a known fact ;) apart from affey, heres the rest.&lt;br /&gt;1)Jessica Biel&lt;br /&gt;2)Elisha cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;3)Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;4)Alizee&lt;br /&gt;5)A blogger(u dont wanna knw hu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8606437316843967932?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8606437316843967932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8606437316843967932&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8606437316843967932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8606437316843967932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-5having-2nd-doubts-but-stillhere.html' title='Top 5....having 2nd doubts but still....here goes'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-svdaE6qQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OH6jiFdCAfk/s72-c/JessicaBielPhotoshoot01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2446628222416080355</id><published>2008-03-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:31:26.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Five ppl u wanna sleep with</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-c8p6E6qNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6qxhgeu6TwA/s1600-h/jessica-biel-elle-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-c8p6E6qNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6qxhgeu6TwA/s400/jessica-biel-elle-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181176586975226066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say God spoke to you one day and said that u could have any five ppl u wanted to sleep with,even if it be someone who's from a long time back. Which five ppl would you pick? and girls. dont be shy. u can pick other girls too *whistle whistle* We all know u think about it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2446628222416080355?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2446628222416080355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2446628222416080355&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2446628222416080355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2446628222416080355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/any-five-ppl-u-wanna-sleep-with.html' title='Any Five ppl u wanna sleep with'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R-c8p6E6qNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6qxhgeu6TwA/s72-c/jessica-biel-elle-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2465291853852892467</id><published>2008-03-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:12:25.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final list.....so far.hehe</title><content type='html'>As its been a long time since all of us got together again, gonna be holding up a lil sumthing at my place tomorrow(friday) nite terrace ga. bring all the stuff assigned to everyone k? n heres the final list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesha, i-kko, shwyt, mini, bulhaa, nahu, lycan, muawwaz, yaitte, maa, nattu, phenol, aari, ayya, chippalhey, ifu, shau, shafa, afrah, velvette, whity, amdhan. be on time. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill call n let u guys know if theres gonna be any changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2465291853852892467?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2465291853852892467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2465291853852892467&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2465291853852892467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2465291853852892467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/final-listso-farhehe.html' title='Final list.....so far.hehe'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8476323110415419076</id><published>2008-03-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:43:34.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advancement of bangaalhees</title><content type='html'>Been a couple of months since ive been seeing this site. near the carnival at the parking lot the second you park ur vehicle a few bangaalhees would run up to you as if they were in a marathon and ask if u need it wiped? err.....that didnt sound rite now did it. i meant the cycles and cars ofcourse. thats when the thought passed thru my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good at seeing our laziness and turning it around to be profitable to them. it takes what....2-3mins to wipe and clean ur cycle?(without the hardcore stuff ofcourse). wonder if they have small get togethers for this kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maldivians are so darn lazy that they cant even throw out their garbages. so why dont we do it for them and get some money out of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maldivians are so lazy to clean their own beloved cycles and cars so why dont we take advantage of that too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same for so many things including labour. u even see them as salespersons all over male' now. next they'll be coming with the next line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maldivians are so lazy they wont cook, clean their homes or even work. lets do it all and in the process why not help out with their sex lives as well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this post escapes me. im jes bored and tired. dont feel like writing these days with this 11hr work schedule. but hope to see most of you guys this friday night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8476323110415419076?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8476323110415419076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8476323110415419076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8476323110415419076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8476323110415419076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/advancement-of-bangaalhees.html' title='Advancement of bangaalhees'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8445646273733212432</id><published>2008-03-06T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:08:45.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8_sy_MjItI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IozYDoEIN_M/s1600-h/Little%2520Girl%2520with%2520Shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8_sy_MjItI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IozYDoEIN_M/s400/Little%2520Girl%2520with%2520Shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614857573671634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i was so pissed off last night. actually had an outburst too which was so not me. and that too on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was coming back from work on my bike and was in a small but not narrow road (there was a pavement on the left side on which two ppl could walk on). i came to a halt behind a taxi which was unable to move forward and was going very slowly. there was a woman wearing a veil who looked like she was in her 20s. she was holding the hand of a small child who was just about two and a half feet tall with her right hand. and to her left side there was a guy who looked like her bf. she was lost in a conversation with him. the guy was just on the edge of the pavement which wasnt crowded at all. they didnt even bother to get on the pavement and the woman didnt bother to atleast bring the little girl onto the pavement. where they were standing the child was right infront of the taxi. traffic had started to jam up behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me 10 seconds of this to make me start banging on the horn and i yelled out at her "Balaaennu! Thi kuda kujjaage athunves dhookohlaafa echchakah aruvaalanvee ennu". i only realised it after i had said it. but to my surprise everyone behind me started banging on their horns too and i could hear some of them say "dhogeh vaa nooney". then the guy next to me who also looked like he was going home after work said "eheree ey ulhey vaththaru. rahummehves nethennu. adhi burugaaves alhaigenney ehury" to which i replied "burugaa alhaigen vaki sahalu meeheh ulheytha. adhi maa nubai". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most stunning thing was that the guy and his beloved didnt even budge. they were too busy in their conversation. and to make matters worse she got on to the pavement which made us think her brain had finally started working and just like that stopped and crossed the road almost crashing the child into that taxi.&lt;br /&gt; god i hate that. ppl who walk with little children keeping them on the road and them walking on the pavement or next to the wall. we see so many parents like that each day. i cant even keep a girl whom im walking with towards the road. and to think these ppl dont think twice to do it to a little kid. its common for cars and motorbikes to accidently bump into a pedestrian here in Male'. the place is packed. even now there are traffic jams everyday.In like 10yrs time ppl who walk will probably get to their destinations faster than the ppl driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8445646273733212432?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8445646273733212432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8445646273733212432&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8445646273733212432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8445646273733212432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8_sy_MjItI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IozYDoEIN_M/s72-c/Little%2520Girl%2520with%2520Shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1351319859693436574</id><published>2008-03-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:41:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacts: 2: Money and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8kkvWLoOlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/qdDjxWhi2Z4/s1600-h/One_dollar_koi_new_ver__side_by_orudorumagi11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8kkvWLoOlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/qdDjxWhi2Z4/s320/One_dollar_koi_new_ver__side_by_orudorumagi11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172706042838530642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Question that my dad asked me few months back which got me thinking and counting. He asked “how much money have you got since you came back from aussie?”. So there I was calculating everything and the amount that came shocked the jeepers outta me. It was OVER Rf110,000. Then I looked at how much ive saved. A mere Rf10,000. Where did the Rf100,000 go to? I never bought anything solid for myself except a speaker set, a 2nd hand phone and an external hard drive(that’s what came to mind). So where did the rest of the money go to? DEFINITELY over 40,000 for the phone bill. 1/3 to call friends mainly when they need council or consoling or whatever.2/3 on my gf(I blame dhiraagu on this one. if only that had this free numbers offer back then). And the rest on dinners, treats and gifts for my friends and gf. Boy was I a stupid fuck! Even before i went to Australia that’s how I had been living my life. Spending just like that….for others. Never said what im about to say now though. I was firm in what I did and never regretted it. But im telling this now. “I REGRET it now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of changes after that.....and all for the better. And there are gonna be more changes along the way. So take my advice if u think it makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don’t spend so much on ur gf. If u wanna call her all the time take a silver package from dhiraagu so that u can send her number as the free number and ull get to call her 24/7 for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If u wanna get her presents don’t go for the expensive ones. Go for more meaningful stuff. Be it YOUR OWN wordings engraved on a plate, small souvenirs of her taste and liking or small stuff that’s linked to her life or would make sense to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If u have to bring her friends along with her when ur taking her out, just pay for urself and her. Let her friends cover up their own expenses. Or if that aint possible don’t go to fancy restaurants, just go for pizza or drinks. Or u can even try something like ‘kafa lolly’. The important thing is not the filling of their tummies. Its having a great and fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do the same even with ur friends. If they are really ur friends they would pick a piece of the bill each. Or when they get their salaries they would give treats as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mathin bain meehunnah gulhaa nahadhaathi. And don’t try to persuade ppl to come to coffees with you or so. Call those ppl who would call back and not give miss calls even if its something they want. And when going out to coffees send an sms or give a call to the ppl coming and let them know when and where. Uve done ur part. Coming or not is up to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don’t try to change their priorities. Depending on ppl’s reactions you change YOUR priorities of them. Ppl come and go. So does friends. Just cling on the ones that really matter and who puts an effort on their side into that friendship or circle. Those who fade away…..try once or twice and then let them go. Ur better off without them. More will come along ur way. Not ur loss. THEIR loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don’t let ppl tell you what to do or not to do, what to wear and not, how to talk or not. If u wanna smoke, go right ahead. If it be in secret from ur parents or not. Ur time to be open about it will one day come. Till then, whats stopping you. Dress the way u wanna and live ur life the way u wanna. Ur own taste in music, ur own choice of drinks at coffees even if its entirely something diff from the rest of ur gang. Don’t try to fit in to their liking. IF u don’t wanna smoke despite everyone else is, just don’t smoke. If they are real friends they’ll accept you for who you are. Its ur life not theirs. And it shouldn’t stop you from hanging out with ur friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don’t try to find friends who shares all the same beliefs or whatever u want. Ull know when a friend comes your way. Just accept him for who he is. Not for his likes and dislikes. More like ur likes and dislikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ppl change all the time. Just because they change it doesn’t mean you have to push them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if there’s something bugging you even about your friend, just say it to their face. And if ur gonna cut off a friend who only sees you in their times of need or for another reason as such, make sure you give them a lecture of a lifetime before doing so. Doesn’t mean you have to use filth. Just state ur points and the reasons for it, the number of chances you’ve given be it 2nd or 3rd or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And for god’s sake start saving some money. If u really cant then do this. Open two accounts and make a certain amount be transferred to the second account from the first one each time you get ur salary. So the minute your salary gets to the first account the selected amount will bounce to the second account. Then use the first one for ur expenses and make sure you don’t take a cash card etc for the 2nd one. Pretend it doesn’t even exist except in an emergency. And emergency doesn’t count coffees or spending on ur gf. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Money makes up this world you live in. who knows when ull urgently need a huge amount. Be it for medical purposes or for ur further studies or even if u need to take some time off for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ur friends always come before ur gf. Heres what a friend of mine told me. “In the words “boyfriend/girlfriend” and “bestfriend”, the order of the second letter determines my priority. Since the letter ‘E’ comes before ‘O’ or ‘I’ in the alphabet ill always choose my bestfriends over my boyfriend. I did the opposite once and have now learned my lesson.” Its just something she says. And I think its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*even if ur married she shouldn’t stop you from hanging out with ur friends. Find such a wife. If its too late now, just be reasonable and explain to her in a calm way. Im sure she will understand that ur whole life doesn’t revolve around her EVEN if she’s ur wife. If she doesn’t then just grow some balls and say it to her face that no matter what you WILL meet ur friends. Its not like ur gonna be hanging out with them everyday. Try to make it atleast once a week. That’s not too much to ask for from a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*take friends from the opposite sex even if you have a gf or wife. Don’t let them stop you. Its not like ur banging them or anything. Ur just friends. Tell ur wife that ull bang her to her hearts content. Just becos she lets you bang her doesn’t mean ur gonna let yourself be her puppet. She has to respect your freedom as well. Which includes ur choice of friends. AS LONG as you don’t go beyond the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you have anyone whom uve wronged or treated badly. Even if its someone whose stopped talking to you years ago, just swallow that damn pride of urs and go talk to the person. Make an apology. And don’t just send an sms or call up and say ‘sorry’. Mean it. You don’t want negative vibes on ur conscience. BUT if its someone that definitely deserved it, dont bother. Ull know inside if that person is worth giving an apology to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have fun. Take vacations. Make new friends. And spend on urself for the stuff you WANT. Enjoy what life has to offer. Be nice to ur parents, visit ur relatives, be nice to ur friends and love whatever religion ur in or ur beliefs. Be STRONG in those beliefs and put more effort into it. Who knows when ur time to die will come. That’s a path every single one of us will have to face. Be it a hindhu, muslim, atheist, Christian etc. we will all die sooner or later. So just live life to the fullest and let urself be remembered as someone everyone that mattered to you adored and loved. Someone who has made such an impact on others that you will always be remembered and someone upon whom those ppl will always pray for and praise even if ur no longer alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1351319859693436574?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1351319859693436574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1351319859693436574&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1351319859693436574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1351319859693436574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/03/impacts-2-money-and-friends.html' title='Impacts: 2: Money and Friends'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8kkvWLoOlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/qdDjxWhi2Z4/s72-c/One_dollar_koi_new_ver__side_by_orudorumagi11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5954859778982530190</id><published>2008-02-27T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:31:33.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy b'day Phenol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8Xkp2j7V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/H5hv5Cp_dbY/s1600-h/Birthday_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8Xkp2j7V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/H5hv5Cp_dbY/s320/Birthday_candles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171791154776856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very warm birthday(now its belated i guess)wishes to phenol and a special 'thank you' for all who came to the small celebration at my place terrace. so thanx to shan, aesha, i-kko, bandu ali, maa, aari, amdhan and musfir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big. just a small gathering with pizzas and drinks. got a guitar later on, but before it actually reached shan's hands as expected one string was cut by the careless hands of bandu ali.(second time thins happened infront of me). doesnt anyone bloody listen to me when i say NOT to giv him the guitar? but nevertheless we had a fun time(ofcourse its gonna be fun, its the gang. *hint hint farey*). and to make the night more special i called up the one and only affey who had ALOT to say to everyone there. hehe. hope you had a great time Phenol. got lots more celebrating to do when affey comes back and hopefully farey(if he doesnt have better plans like going to malay) *whistle whistle* :p  Come on farey. get ur arse over here. ur missing out on all the fun. we'll make that week worthwhile and u know it. ;) affey, iru and even nattu is coming. now we just lack naththu and starky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very belated happy birthday to you too farey. wish u were here....hey aruvaalan ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5954859778982530190?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5954859778982530190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5954859778982530190&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5954859778982530190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5954859778982530190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-bday-phenol.html' title='Happy b&apos;day Phenol'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8Xkp2j7V4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/H5hv5Cp_dbY/s72-c/Birthday_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-1687926310124114140</id><published>2008-02-27T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:23:46.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcDGj7V1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/HPfVGVFrr4o/s1600-h/Image(228).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcDGj7V1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/HPfVGVFrr4o/s320/Image(228).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171570586731370322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcDWj7V2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/tjuWoE7U3KA/s1600-h/Image(220).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcDWj7V2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/tjuWoE7U3KA/s320/Image(220).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171570591026337634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcD2j7V3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/AC9l_u-u6V8/s1600-h/Image(224).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcD2j7V3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/AC9l_u-u6V8/s320/Image(224).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171570599616272242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!  Errr...... Boooooo? &lt;br /&gt;Looks more like spaghetti doesnt it? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-1687926310124114140?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/1687926310124114140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=1687926310124114140&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1687926310124114140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/1687926310124114140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R8UcDGj7V1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/HPfVGVFrr4o/s72-c/Image(228).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-696602405366445311</id><published>2008-02-26T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:07:36.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bachata</title><content type='html'>i wanna do the bachata dance......with jessical biel *dreamy sigh*  Mc.hotty :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-696602405366445311?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/696602405366445311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=696602405366445311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/696602405366445311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/696602405366445311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/bachata.html' title='bachata'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5932727848210450040</id><published>2008-02-25T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:55:53.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For velvy, starky, shan, i-kko and aesha</title><content type='html'>Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   hi love&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   hey&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   kihineh tha &lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   hama best&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   almost never felt better&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   oic&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   wat happened&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   new gal&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   i dont find satisfaction in my life by getting together with ppl u know&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   hehe&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   no girl&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   then&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   jes came back from malay&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   met my bestfriend there&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   had a great time&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   male' gaves having a great time with friends&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   simple&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   ehentha&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   oic&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   just now i chat wit ‘starky’&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   good for u&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   seems hes studying&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   yea&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   he told he wil b coming&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   kiyevun fettijjeyey&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   he told by december&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   he wil b here&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   yea&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   i wont b here by then&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   is it &lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   shit&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   we just told to plan a trip&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   wit u and everybody&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   who is 'we'?&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   n where's ur bf?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   me and him&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   which bf&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   ur bf&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   the one whom u got together with recently&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i dont hav&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   ur former x eh&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   u mean&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   come on&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   we all know u got together with an x of urs recently&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   dat 1&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   recently as in last year&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   im done&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   ur done what?&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   u broke it off?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   yep&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   when?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   long time&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   wen?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   brb&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   okay&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   me back&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   well did not ‘velvy’ tell u&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   its been even more than a month i guess&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   dont worry&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   im doing it kool&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   now guys dont make me sad dat much&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i know how to deal&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   its a part of da life dho&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i like it beter wen im single&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   why did u end it?&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   or did he end it?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i dont want to talk abt it&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   plz dont sk&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i ended it&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   why? cos he jes wanted to get in ur pants?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   no&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   but there is also other reasons&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   u dont even expect&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   so dont&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   ask please&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   hey babes&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   me off to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   bye&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   muah&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   so i was right dho&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   very hungry&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   thigolaa ah aharun fenunee anehkaaves bitu keteema dho&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   no way &lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   yes way&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   ans me jes this then&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i hv broken up wit him1 month ago&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   wen was the last time we herd from u&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   ‘we’ dusnt include ‘velvy’&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   y did not i talk to u during dis 1 month&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   kihaa varakah meet vaan vegen ulhunin&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   kithah one month&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   4?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   its been i month since i broke up but i never went to crying luking for u&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   sorry her but its jes not gonna work anymore&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   cos we're fed up with it&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   we've talked abt this long bak&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i was not busy at dis moment and saw u online and started talking&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   dosent mean&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   and its jes not gonna happen again&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   im  talking to u cox i got no bf&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   okay&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   okay then&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   im not a gud freind &lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   in da future u wil not c me at all&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   wen i get married&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   except it arra&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   life is changing&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   u cant ahv da fun u always hav wen u hav more resposibilities&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   so meaning life's only changing for u?&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   wen i get married it wud be even hard&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   arra&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   bye&lt;br /&gt;Her:     &lt;br /&gt;   i heard dis&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   k&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   bye&lt;br /&gt;Arra:     &lt;br /&gt;   enjoy ur lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5932727848210450040?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2423785461364487700</id><published>2008-02-23T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:24:36.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thing u SHOULD try in a lift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7_aoGj7V0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/K64AD0fY8bE/s1600-h/lift_by_cemalokmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7_aoGj7V0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/K64AD0fY8bE/s320/lift_by_cemalokmen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170091279735543618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me, velvy, aesha, shan and iya were having a coffee at central (so sad u couldnt join us i-kko.but u did later on that night at food bank dho). so we were having fun cracking jokes etc etc etc that velvy even skipped office to stay behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then neways, the important part. we finished up and on the way down in the elevator we started jumping up n down all together(used to do that alot. the only diff this time was iya was with us). Velvy started panicking saying that the lift might fall and that it actually had some time back. too bad we never listened to her. when the lift went down inbetween the 2nd and the 1st floor it gave a huge ring and stopped! we were all looking at each other and slowly a smile emerged on our faces and we were laughing abt it. we pressed the buttons to no avail. we even rang the bell continuously. by then velvy was really panicking. she's claustrophibic(is that the right term?). so after a while when no one came shan muscled up and opened the elevator door. there was then another one which was supposed to open to the first floor. shan tried that one too which was tight shut. even iya tried opening it to no avail. then out of nowhere shan started experimenting on the levers on the door and voila! it opened. so one by one we got on our knees and jumped down to the first floor. velvy came out last. the min we stopped holding open the door, it closed tight shut in a jiffy. almost caught her in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly climbed down the stair and went off our merry way to our next location food bank.too bad the place didnt have a lift. wonder if the lift would be repaired when we go there today. hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i had forgotten to tell this part. when we got out i asked 'what should we do next?'. shan looks at me and repeats the smae thing. so does aesha and iya. then i say lets go eat'. the same cycle repeats again and again until i had to scream out an auguraana without realising that i was out on the road and ppl were now staring at me. food bank varah majaa. hama obinoavey. maybe its not that bad to e back in male'. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2423785461364487700?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2423785461364487700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2423785461364487700&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2423785461364487700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2423785461364487700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/thing-u-should-try-in-lift.html' title='A thing u SHOULD try in a lift.'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7_aoGj7V0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/K64AD0fY8bE/s72-c/lift_by_cemalokmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-6162545900448821872</id><published>2008-02-17T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:19:49.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser's hill pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIj2j7VvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/V3-u9hGTM4E/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIj2j7VvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/V3-u9hGTM4E/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030721930647282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIkWj7VwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FSEABzQU0CI/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIkWj7VwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FSEABzQU0CI/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030730520581890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIk2j7VxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YOvGfO4Ieo8/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIk2j7VxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YOvGfO4Ieo8/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030739110516498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIlWj7VyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CHfno05hK_c/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIlWj7VyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CHfno05hK_c/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030747700451106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIlmj7VzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1SnbnaCpj64/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIlmj7VzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1SnbnaCpj64/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030751995418418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-6162545900448821872?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/6162545900448821872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=6162545900448821872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6162545900448821872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/6162545900448821872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/frasers-hill-pics.html' title='Fraser&apos;s hill pics'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7iIj2j7VvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/V3-u9hGTM4E/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8918320704081410434</id><published>2008-02-17T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:44:05.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser's Hill</title><content type='html'>That was some trip. 10 of us. 6guys n 4 gals. one of the best trips ive gone on so far. Fraser's hill was awesome. the only regret was that i forgot to take my own cam with me. but still got some pics to share which were taken by affey and nadhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the whole lot of us rented an apartment for 4 and all crashed in there. lol. it was damn cold since it was at the top of a mountain. the sceneries there were awesome. *regrets again for the camera bit*. when the sun set the whole place was covered by fog and the temp dropped below 15. i was lucky it wasnt a first for me since ive been at a winter in aussie where the temp dropped down to -5. but most of the others were shivering which didnt stop em from having fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We made this pact at the beginning of our traveling that no one was to smoke till we reached our destination and that there would be eternal consequences for anyone who broke it. well...one guy did. he didnt think we'd do anything. but me n affey, u know how we are. that night the guy was stripped to his boxers and he wore a skirt along with one of the gal's bra. then we made the gals put makeup on him along with another guy. lots of pics were taken and that specific guy had to give everyone a strip show. and boy he was good at it. one of the other guys joined in with the dancing and slowly helped him strip. lol. sick? if u were there u wudnt be saying it. everyone was laughing their arses off and the guys were acting all horny. then the guy slowly took off the bra with a lusty look, had his nipples covered and did more teasing. like i said before, he was damn good at it. so many questions were raised about his sexuality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     so many other stuff happened during the trip which would make this post all so long. so ill jes save the rest for the ppl i meet up *hint hint*. neways enjoy the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8918320704081410434?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8918320704081410434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8918320704081410434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8918320704081410434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8918320704081410434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/frasers-hill.html' title='Fraser&apos;s Hill'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-8631373211173046287</id><published>2008-02-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:12:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God i feel sick :(</title><content type='html'>Got a fever, bleeding nose, swollen tonsil, coughing like hell, body pain, headache, and my eyes are really red. it didnt get any better even after 3days. so finally went to the doc and now i have to eat all this medicine with antibiotics. 5 medicines per day. damn. and the hospitals here are fricking expensive. it cost me like MRF250 for the one appointment and another MRF500 for the medicines. but looking on the bright side, i feel alot better today....apart from the continuous coughing which made me stay awake all of last night. i can even taste blood when i cough. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something interesting happened at the hospital. the doc checks my blood pressure. it was normal which shocked her. then she checked my heartbeat. she was shocked again. so she checked again. it seems that i have a missed heartbeat. seems the beating isnt the same. once every three beats or so my heart stops and skips a beat. it like doesnt beat when it should be and starts continuing after pausing for a bit. she said it was due to either too much coffee(no i dont drink THAT much coffee) or if ive exercised for days or weeks and just stopped. hmmmm. maybe thats why. atleast she said it was nothing to worry about so alls good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to the cinemas today. gonna watch rambo and jumper. lets see how they are. watched 'across the universe' last night and god that was so good. it was awesome. the beatles songs in it were great. superb. hehe. do watch it all u beatles fans. and even if u rnt one just watch it. u'll become a fan after u do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, im still saving the 'Fraser's hill' post for a bit later. the trip was out of this world i tell you......not counting the travelling and the continuous walking. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-8631373211173046287?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/8631373211173046287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=8631373211173046287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8631373211173046287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/8631373211173046287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-i-feel-sick.html' title='God i feel sick :('/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-2215212896942744480</id><published>2008-02-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:05:12.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corduroy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7BH_mj7VpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aRm6-MUSbSs/s1600-h/Holly_Anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7BH_mj7VpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aRm6-MUSbSs/s400/Holly_Anger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165707930602526354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by aesha which song seemed most familiar to me and this was the one i came up with. i luurrrrve the lyrics. so familiar. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting drove me mad... you're finally here and I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I take your entrance back... can't let you roam inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take what you can give...&lt;br /&gt;I would rather starve than eat your bread...&lt;br /&gt;I would rather run but I can't walk...&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll lie alone just like before...&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the varmint's path... oh, and I must refuse your test&lt;br /&gt;A-push me and I will resist... this behavior's not unique&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear from those who know...&lt;br /&gt;They can buy, but can't put on my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to limp for them to walk...&lt;br /&gt;Never would have known of me before...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be held in your debt...&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed...&lt;br /&gt;I'm already cut up and half dead...&lt;br /&gt;I'll end up alone like I began...&lt;br /&gt;Everything has chains... absolutely nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;"Take my hand, not my picture," spelled my T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take what you can give...&lt;br /&gt;I would rather starve than eat your breast...&lt;br /&gt;All the things that others want for me...&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy what I want because it's free...&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy what I want because it's free...&lt;br /&gt;Can't be what you want because I'm...&lt;br /&gt;Why ain't it supposed to be just fun&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to live and die, let it be done&lt;br /&gt;I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began...&lt;br /&gt;It's your move now...&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were a friend, but I guess I, I guess I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P.J-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-2215212896942744480?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/2215212896942744480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=2215212896942744480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2215212896942744480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/2215212896942744480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/corduroy.html' title='Corduroy'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OShByvE6FI/R7BH_mj7VpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aRm6-MUSbSs/s72-c/Holly_Anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7465771284748500586</id><published>2008-02-10T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:47:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a passing thought</title><content type='html'>a thought that passed. thinking back and seeing all those friends and relatives of mine who were all so innocent back then. ppl whom u never thought would take that wrong a turns. then u look at the present day and see the whole lot of them drinking, sleeping around behind their partners, using weed, using drugs and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, even back then i knew that there would be ppl who would do these things but it hits u when u find out that its the most unexpecting of ppl that u knew. and it makes that huge impact when they all are honest abt it with u. when they have a need to tell someone and that someone turns out to be u. sometimes u wish that u were never that someone who had to hold on to all those dark secrets. cos it makes u lose faith in the ppl around you. and it makes it hard to accept their doings with a smile on ur face when u are hanging around with them. but so far its going well. so amen to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7465771284748500586?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-7340948309155682047</id><published>2008-02-06T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:26:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>This sux! oh well, atleast im still alive and the world hasnt ended yet. :) now to make the best of the time left here. we cooked tonight. it was a guy cook fest. first we made beef steaks. when we tasted em it was jes too damn good. me and affey looked at each other as we tasted it and it was instant chemistry. we both knew what the other was thinking. within a few minutes the beef steak plate was empty. lol. it was that damn good. so ended up cooking fried rice, chicken steak and chicken stew. hehe. had to eat em all too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-7340948309155682047?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/7340948309155682047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=7340948309155682047&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7340948309155682047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/7340948309155682047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-5678829841335649052</id><published>2008-02-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:44:53.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB</title><content type='html'>Today is the big day. when im finally gonna know for sure.cant wait. well....actually dont care that much abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- yea, in malay now. gonna be back 20th ga. cya then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-5678829841335649052?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/5678829841335649052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=5678829841335649052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5678829841335649052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/5678829841335649052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/brb.html' title='BRB'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3977061324291693705</id><published>2008-02-05T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:16:21.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Maldivian Misconception</title><content type='html'>Whats the biggest maldivian misconception? in my view, its the word 'foah' that most of us use quite often. &lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;"Thilhaa foah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Egolaa foakah condom lavvaidheynves jehunee ma"&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc that u dont wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;So what does the word 'foah' actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;It means the guy's penis right?&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;Penis is "soo", "heesi" etc&lt;br /&gt;The word "foah" means the balls. yep!&lt;br /&gt;U can see the resemblance from the word "foah" we use for the "foah" we eat and its resemblance to the balls.&lt;br /&gt;So learn what it means already and stop referring to the penis as "foah" for god's sake. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3977061324291693705?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3977061324291693705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3977061324291693705&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3977061324291693705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3977061324291693705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/biggest-maldivian-misconception.html' title='Biggest Maldivian Misconception'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630651055024904099.post-3338290753546689423</id><published>2008-02-02T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:27:59.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RockStorm</title><content type='html'>Boy that was a sight last night. emme rockstorm vefa. lol. mainly 15yr olds with fake earrings and piercing. T-shirts with the words "Jesus is a cunt" and coiling up their small beards to make it look as if a huge spike was coming out of their chin. even the walks were different. gave a look which screamed out "dont i look HIP? Dont i look....COOL?" . and dont get me started on the women. As if they smelled of sex and cheap cologne with marks on their necks which screamed "i am urs". but i must say...there were some very ehrm ehrms in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has to wear black??? anything goes as long as its black? everytime i heard that made me remember what a friend of mine said abt it. "We have to pay fuckin 66bucks  AND dress to their liking? Vats up with that? waht is this...a wedding and we are the relatives? :S"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, met some ppl later on and the feedback wasnt so good it seems. but some of the music were really good o.oh well. each one to their own liking i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630651055024904099-3338290753546689423?l=arufius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/feeds/3338290753546689423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630651055024904099&amp;postID=3338290753546689423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3338290753546689423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630651055024904099/posts/default/3338290753546689423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arufius.blogspot.com/2008/02/rockstorm.html' title='RockStorm'/><author><name>kaiza shozey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06903296074847684595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
