<?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-1905983935828559916</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:11:00.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Schoolyard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905983935828559916.post-81087491088246331</id><published>2010-03-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:28:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March Already</title><content type='html'>There's only one thing that come's into my mind March this year. SPM results. Personally, I'm not afraid of the results, good or bad I've did my best and I'll accept my 10A+ gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I posted something here(I say this every post if you realise) and I'm not even sure if anyone still reads this blog but I dont honestly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is an interesting month, because I'll be moving off from home for a month until New Zealand. No fckers, I didn't have a fight with my parents, it's just work. I now have a job at an event management company in Damansara and I'd be staying there. The guy I'm going to work with is a kick ass person, the reason I know is because I've known him for some time now. Leaving home I thought would be fun but now I realised:&lt;br /&gt;1). I wont be getting laundry&lt;br /&gt;2). No 24/7 rants from my mum to do stuff&lt;br /&gt;3). No mum to send me around&lt;br /&gt;4). No sister to irritate and do stuff for me&lt;br /&gt;5). No home food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a pussy and tell me I'm living the life. Honestly, staying at home and getting everything for free and having the company of your family beats everything BUT still the bird has to leave the nest. I'm dead sure my parents and sister are not happy about me moving out but I've become to dependent on them and it's time to learn things the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the sound of maturity, that's just the sound of stupidity. Oh well, I'll go for it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm there, this blog will be more dead than ever. I'm leaving Wednesday(3/3/10) night and I get 1 day off weekly. Oh yeah, my work requires me to travel, ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go have lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-81087491088246331?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/81087491088246331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/81087491088246331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/81087491088246331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march-already.html' title='It&apos;s March Already'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-5407079264599127624</id><published>2010-02-19T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:24:49.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really cant think.</title><content type='html'>I really can't think literally. Nothing much been happening. I'll tweet everyday here about what's happening. You might ask, fcker go get twitter and tweet.&lt;br /&gt;A). I dont do Twitter&lt;br /&gt;B). Suka hati bapak saya ah...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S39_9rPPHZI/AAAAAAAAABY/mbi8bKOchXY/s1600-h/aravind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S39_9rPPHZI/AAAAAAAAABY/mbi8bKOchXY/s320/aravind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440207572442226066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           At a recent party with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aravind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-5407079264599127624?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/5407079264599127624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-cant-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/5407079264599127624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/5407079264599127624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-cant-think.html' title='I really cant think.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S39_9rPPHZI/AAAAAAAAABY/mbi8bKOchXY/s72-c/aravind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905983935828559916.post-1477598525454918468</id><published>2010-02-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:03:39.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been some time.</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I posted anything in here, everyday I think of writting something here but I end up bumming around. Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of February marked my 1st month at work. A total month of work and if this is how working life is going to be, I think i'd skip college, uni, internship and start working. Alot of the others are also working and probably learnt loads but my work experience is totally different. Let me list you out what I've learnt :&lt;br /&gt;1). To play DOTA&lt;br /&gt;2). To understand some amount of Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been my entire month. It get's really boring but makes me appreciate time and give thought to things. Imagine a security guard, he/she has the entire shift to think why they didn't study harder. I on the other hand have more time then that to worry about meager stuff like, whats next?, what'd I do when I get back?, is it 10.30 yet?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines next week and I think I'd prolly waste of by doing something useful after a long time like taking her out. Yeah I'll do that..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough with that. Arsenal is going over to Stamford Bridge to play Chelsea today. Personally I think we're going to lose but being a true GOONER, I have to say we might win this. Winning today would mean a few things. We're back in the tittle race(*for the 1435423534th time), Arsene Wenger still can keep his job and players wouldn't leave in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-1477598525454918468?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/1477598525454918468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-some-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/1477598525454918468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/1477598525454918468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-some-time.html' title='Been some time.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-2652932931604915242</id><published>2010-02-02T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:46:04.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabash....:)</title><content type='html'>Before posting this post, I asked around for one word that would describe happy. The first thing that came out of everyone was their name. This is a good thing because everyone's happy OR everyone around me is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a happy mood right now. There are a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1). She finally forgave me.:)&lt;br /&gt;2). I'm getting my pay this week&lt;br /&gt;3). I can finally see the other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing screwed my week, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt; going down 1-3 to ManU. Watched the game at Esso till half-time then went off to AC to watch the game. Just realised what great company was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hema&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; are. This week Arsenal is playing Chelsea, I really hope we'd win this and the whole 'I have confidence we are finally going to win this season' by Arsene Wenger would materialise. He should honestly buy a damn central midfielder and a striker with 2 main qualities.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HEIGHT AND EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt;. OK screw experience but height is crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things between me and her would finally be normal. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day(a really good one)....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-2652932931604915242?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/2652932931604915242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/sabash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/2652932931604915242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/2652932931604915242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/02/sabash.html' title='Sabash....:)'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-8772318497992091004</id><published>2010-01-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:28:56.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkFlow</title><content type='html'>Let me run you through what I do at work.&lt;br /&gt;1). Get in and turn the lights on&lt;br /&gt;2). On the computers and walk around blank for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;3). On the cashier system&lt;br /&gt;4). Get on the computer and check my emails&lt;br /&gt;5). Play a few rounds of DOTA&lt;br /&gt;6). Play a few rounds of L4D&lt;br /&gt;7). Talk to my co-worker&lt;br /&gt;8). Boredom sets in&lt;br /&gt;9). Bored out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;10). A customer walks in and buys nothing&lt;br /&gt;11). Back being bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I've been doing everyday for the past month and what I'd be doing for the next 2. Looks fun? THINK again. Do this, get on your computer and look at it blankly after you've done all that you can and multiply that by a million. You'd be close to how I feel at work. I'm not complaining BUT sitting down and doing nothing is not as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly be getting my pay soon. The feeling of getting my first pay is quite exciting. I mean that's the only exciting thing happening anytime soon. Going out, wasting time, wasting more time and hanging with friends is all cut short because of work. My day is like this:&lt;br /&gt;1). Get up&lt;br /&gt;2). Go to work for 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;3). Come back, sleep and go back to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the morning working hours because the bus that I take to work is really empty. Especially the Bukit Tinggi bus, the Banting bus is fcked cause the whole journey is canned in a straight road. Everyday I feel more and more like I'm in Indonesia because the bus is just full of em'. Civilisation has eluded me and the only action I see this days is me beating my co-worker on who can type the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is simple, it tells that, if you think your life is boring come to my place of work and get bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, leave a comment if your actually reading the blog. Gives me something else to waste time on..Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-8772318497992091004?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/8772318497992091004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/workflow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8772318497992091004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8772318497992091004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/workflow.html' title='WorkFlow'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-4884820353629452608</id><published>2010-01-22T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:44:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current mood: Fcked Up</title><content type='html'>The tittle says it all. Right now, I'm feeling fcked up. I just realised I'm a sucker for the same thing over and over. I would always tend to forget how I felt the last time and go ahead and get fcked again. I'm not going into details on why I'm feeling like this. Just to say I'm feeling fcked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-4884820353629452608?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/4884820353629452608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-mood-fcked-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/4884820353629452608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/4884820353629452608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-mood-fcked-up.html' title='Current mood: Fcked Up'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-8750793913271113734</id><published>2010-01-19T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:19:50.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H.O.E, WHORE, SLUT&lt;/span&gt; and I don't know what else is there but there is plenty for girls like this. Life was good for me all this while, the myth about a HOE missed me all this years until today when I met my very own HOE. It depresses me to think girl's actually do stupid thing's just to make another happy and most probably to get the feeling of being all mighty. I don't normally do this but I personally assured myself that the next time I see one, imma stay away. FCKING DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S1XMmdhhjVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A6jtVC4xo6E/s1600-h/AttentionWhore-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S1XMmdhhjVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A6jtVC4xo6E/s320/AttentionWhore-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469886997335378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A little potrait of the everyday Whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope some crazy guy goes on a rampage and kills every one of em' and burn them to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-8750793913271113734?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/8750793913271113734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8750793913271113734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8750793913271113734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoe.html' title='H.O.E.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/S1XMmdhhjVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A6jtVC4xo6E/s72-c/AttentionWhore-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905983935828559916.post-3249916808084423020</id><published>2010-01-18T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:25:49.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Been working this month, today marks the 3rd week of work and finally I'm doing something around the shop. I no more sit around all day and do nothing. Now I just sit around half of the day doing nothing. Running errands, paying the bills, a visit to the sites at times is what I do. Been interesting to see the field of designing, I never had a thing for designing and I never would but seems really laid back. You'd understand what I'm saying if you see my boss. He works his ass off but he always has time to be a kid again. Two other guys work with me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ah Hao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;. Don't see much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hao&lt;/span&gt; cause we alternate 6 hour shifts but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt; and I have become close. Today we were talking about girls. Thought he some kind of innocent fcker BUT looks can be deceiving. Talking to him today cleared my mind of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday(18th January) I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt; at 1? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt; puts up with all my bullshit. She knows exactly how I think and what I want and everything else. Scary but it's nice to have a friend like her. She's someone I could call anytime of the day to talk to. I pretty much know everything about her BUT she's really good at not acting tough. I'm going to fcking miss her over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Shivany&lt;/span&gt; some flower's for her birthday(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Manisha&lt;/span&gt; helped), I don't really know how it turned out but I'll ask her take a picture? She's nice, we've been talking a  lot lately, about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a serious note, I have to keep in touch with my 'bro's' more often. I'm finding out things way to late, probably it's because I've been working and they all are at college, getting smarter than me, FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would now put a post up everyday since the computer at work is savadi and my boss encourages me to use to computer the kill boredom. Ohhyeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt; got me DOTA on my computer, so in  few weeks, I'll be good at it. Right now I couldn't care to fcks about it BUT later I will. I'll be good at it. HOPEFULLY..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stop running away from thing(s) and start to face em'. It's a good feeling. All this running away made me feel like fck and facing it is a whole new experience, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt my 85th Chinese word&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mah cibai!&lt;/span&gt;(Ok I lied, learnt this in school)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-3249916808084423020?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/3249916808084423020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/3249916808084423020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/3249916808084423020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggin.html' title='Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-6344116489612072795</id><published>2010-01-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:22:20.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A habit</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, I'm 11 days late cause I've been busy with things. Right now I'm at work, blogging, facebook-ing and msn-ing. Shocking? Not really, my work place is really nice. The boss and the other guy's here are a great bunch. They are all Chinese educated so English is secondary to them but they try really hard to talk to me in English and they even downloaded movie's and game(s) so that we could kill time and not die freezing our ass. I'm working at this place called Art Asia(if you haven't heard about it, I'm not suprised), it's right in front of Harvey Norman. Pay is good, hours is good and best of all, the company is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was a different feeling this year. Because:&lt;br /&gt;a). I'm 18, meaning 'tembakau boleh dijual'&lt;br /&gt;b). I'm leaving in two months&lt;br /&gt;c). I work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought working would be fun. I guess it's mostly because I am not working for the pay BUT to kill time. As off now all of my close friends are at two place NS or college. It's a drag being at home, so I just got a job. Better get money for doing something then not get any at all doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus AEON is full of La Salle people and they all come my shop to lepak so it's nice. Imagine sitting at work and talking cock with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a habit that I'm not proud of but .......... We'll leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the early post '23 minutes'. That was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gayathri Ganesh&lt;/span&gt;. She has a mind of her own.:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-6344116489612072795?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/6344116489612072795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/6344116489612072795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/6344116489612072795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/habit.html' title='A habit'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-7568849992359271753</id><published>2010-01-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:52:53.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabash is currently woring at Art Asia, Aeon where the dudes' are from chineese educated backgrounds. At 9.57p.m he said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They try real hard to talk in english with me so i want to try hard to lean their language'' at 10.19p.m that same day, he thinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Manglish sounds like a way better option then Mandarin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What does that say about Sabash? A failure or merely realistic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mwhahaah :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-7568849992359271753?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/7568849992359271753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/23minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/7568849992359271753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/7568849992359271753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2010/01/23minutes.html' title='23minutes.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-3298325968418182841</id><published>2009-12-28T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:28:13.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>Like I said the first time, I'm new at this and I would not be posting a post everyday. I go through something called a writers block very often. When I want to actually write it's when i'm asleep or just got up. By the time I shower, I would find something else to do. Anyone who is actually coming here on a day to day basis, I'm sorry, just come here 4 days once or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much went on last week. Just had some Rumah Terbuka for Christmas. Went over to Yao Chang's place. Had fun there, cause after this all of them would be off for college and college is bitch that would make someone so busy that they would forget to pee, think it sounds crazy? THINK AGAIN! Then on Christmas day itself mum made a really special dinner and it was fun cause we ate, drank(no liquor, i wish) and then talk. After that went over to Bryant's place. Another ACS fellar party. Thank god I was not in form5 in 2003 or around that time. Being in La Salle and going for ACS party would be tabboo, even now it's hard to overcome it BUT the FCK I CARE! It's not something that I expect everyone to understand but if you were from an all boys missionary school, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, go there one started drinking. Probably had 1 can for the whole night but the fun part was this two friends of mine challenging each other to a drink-off. It was damn fcking funny, when Aravind and Randy looked into each others eyes(pissed drunnk) and it was a damn awkward moment. Like they were getting drunk looking at each other and surely each of them had their own War Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Drink only, just drink, you want to challenge me, anytime also can. Cheers, dont play cards, just drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravind: What can you do ah? I'm not drunk, just 'dizzy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that buka another bottle and we were in Brians place till say 4.30?? Pity him but he was a really good host. Thanks deyh cha. And yeah was talking with the ACS fellars while we played bluff, it was super weird cause I don't even drink with friends but then with this fellars, they were drinking and we're playing bluff. Very weird, very! So then Pravind with his Proton sent me back and I just came home and played football at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/Szk9b1Vg6rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jk9JNcsLWwQ/s1600-h/17843_392403590412_827880412_10326557_4036401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/Szk9b1Vg6rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jk9JNcsLWwQ/s320/17843_392403590412_827880412_10326557_4036401_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420431174900181682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      In '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;harimau&lt;/span&gt;' we trust. Jared and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's, the 29th when I'm writting this, 7.15am. It's very early but I was at the temple for the whole morning. It's a Indian prayer day called Vaigunda Egadasi. It says if you die of natural death TODAY, you'd have a free ticket heaven. So I was at the temple, bored? Not really, was talking to my mum and texting &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shivany&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;. Meet a few friends was catching up with them. Going to the temple has always been a special thing for me, it really clears up my brain and makes me feel lighter after I leave it. AFTER 8 hours of devotional songs and nothing but godly words, I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;enlightened&lt;/span&gt; already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-3298325968418182841?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/3298325968418182841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-long-has-it-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/3298325968418182841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/3298325968418182841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/Szk9b1Vg6rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jk9JNcsLWwQ/s72-c/17843_392403590412_827880412_10326557_4036401_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905983935828559916.post-5275621299039656244</id><published>2009-12-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:29:00.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>7 days from now the year will end, tomorrow this time I'd be in a friends house, next month this time I might be in NZ or just a few days away and the rest of them will be in college in the next 2 weeks. Schools in 2 weeks and everyone's off with a new start and I'm 18 next year. I just realized that when my mum was saying, now you can sign permission forms by yourself. That kind of took me by suprise cause now my parents dont really get to decide whether I can go for that or not go. One way it's nice and the other it sucks. No matter how much you disagree, when your in shit you go to your parents. I thought I had time on my hand but looks like time's run out and time to face the 'adult' world. The days out of home, working, studying and everything else that comes with adulthood is just 7 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I have been having regular quarrels lately, maybe it's her way of telling me to start being independent and dont rely on her to do this and do that for me. Whilst writting this, alot is running on my mind but at the same time there's a sense of emptiness. I guess this feeling would be something that most of us want to get rid off and all adults want to feel again. I really hope this quarelling and all would stop because the last few weeks here I want to spend showing my love for my mum and sister(she thinks I hate her but if she's reading this, she'll know I love her). I havent been the best brother or son but I tried and I will continue trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why I'm writting all this emotional posts but I guess that's why blogging is so addictive and  at times so fcking irratating.  Nothings much been going on this past few days just the Raja Mahdi prom(which was way boring but at least they put in the effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow, meaning there'll be a few places to go. And my mum's making this small family dinner. I'm Hindu but there's nothing wrong in celebrating Christmas. I mean, we're in Malaysia, stop being a fck and complaining about it. Right now, Ivan's telling me the difference between a journal and a blog and earlier he was telling me we were going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'tanni kau kau' tomorrow. So much so abstaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-5275621299039656244?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/5275621299039656244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/5275621299039656244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/5275621299039656244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-2244197250860094869</id><published>2009-12-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:34:06.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted.</title><content type='html'>First of all, happy birthday to Choo Yao Chang. He's finally 17 and he can finally get his damn license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th of December was probably one of the most pivottal day in my adult life. What I am about to say might be norm for most of you out there but for me it was a first and I am going to try to make it my last. The whole day was spent on doing nothing but at night went over to Alex's open house in Teluk Pulai. Felt damn weird la, cause for the first time I was outnumbered by ACS fellars(this bunch of guys are nice). Like normal open house all, makan and waste time. Then this fck of a friend of mine Aravind came. Aravind is like a brother to me and he does the stupidest things and always has something smart to say. 1 can of Tiger started it off. Somehow I realised that the i never got to finish my beer(s) because it was always someone was finishing it(Debra). We were eating then Aravind brought this Coke which tasted like cherry and that started the whole thing. One after another he started mixing drink(s) and gave it. I lost count right after the second one and he was also smart enough to make the drinks raw and was stupid enough to add everything on the table into a glass. While I was still sober, Jared came along and also started drinking, being stupid I joined in again and started destroying my kidney gradually. Aravind and I were downing liqour like it was water. Remember when you were young you'll have the whole who can finish the water first game(if you didn't have it, to bad. I had it). Yeah we were doing that only this is water was replaced with raw liqour. The only highlight of the night was actually talking to Gwen, we had one of those heart to heart talks but I was to drunk to remember what I was saying. One things for sure, I gave better advice when I was drunk rather than being sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache and the swaying was bad I thought UNTIL I got home. My sister opened the gate and she didn't suspect a thing and i went to bed without saying much. In bed for about 2 minutes the headache got damn bad so I went to the bathroom, washed my face and tried to vomit but the fcking vomit stayed. I went back to bed again. By this time the headache got damn bad and I went back to the bathroom. Thats all I remember, two hours later I got up in the bathroom with vomit on the floor(fucked up i tell you). Pulled myself together and took a cold shower at 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up about 7 and went downstairs and that's when I made the decission. I saw my mum downstairs and she just looked at me. My mum has this intuition and she's right everytime. I can't do anything stupid and get away with it. So she just told me if you drank I would never be able to forgive you. You know how sometimes someone says something that might seem normal but it hits you in the face and changes you? What my mum said made me decide that I'm going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;abstain from drinking.&lt;/span&gt; And yes i'm still having headaches when I was typing this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/SyxVkml1GqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KfeIdpLPC-4/s1600-h/Picture+002%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/SyxVkml1GqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KfeIdpLPC-4/s320/Picture+002%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416798539142732450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is how stupid I looked in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a good day..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-2244197250860094869?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/2244197250860094869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/2244197250860094869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/2244197250860094869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/wasted.html' title='Wasted.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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/_6P2qK8QOO2Q/SyxVkml1GqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KfeIdpLPC-4/s72-c/Picture+002%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905983935828559916.post-6517909143800845758</id><published>2009-12-18T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:13:01.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCK of la.</title><content type='html'>No the tittle has nothing to with what i'm going to write. The whole thing of thinking a tittle is just a headache. I didnt blog for a few days cause there was some construction work going on on my blog as you can quite obviously see. Thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nithya &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;Shivany&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying in my earlier post, I went to Aeon to go get myself a job. I'm not really doing it for the pay(you might have heard this from your friends but really i'm not doing it for the pay) but i'm just doing it to make worth of my time. And also the next time my mum goes 'you'll only know how hard is it to get money when you work for it', I could just say 'I know' rather then the usual shut myself up and look blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out a few places and finally decided on this palce Art Asia, most of you guys who went to Aeon might not even have heard about this place which is a good thing. The guy there seems really strict but he know's what he's doing. The interview went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Excuse me I was wondering if there are any vancancies here.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Just finish form 5? What school?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah and from La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;Guy : La Salle ah??&lt;br /&gt;Momentary pause(he probably got his ass whopped from some La Sallians a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Leave me your number and i'll give you my card, give me a call if you want to work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days I thought thats a 'savadi' place to work in and called him and he'll be letting me know on all the details on Saturday. The good thing is, while working there I might find out how to sleep during the job and maybe on some Asian culture cause the shop is full of all this art work and all, as the name says(Asian Art).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm new at this blogging thing. Updating on a day to day basis might not really be easy BUT i'm quite sure I will give this blog a good go. I mean it looks good, so I better update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-6517909143800845758?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/6517909143800845758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/fck-of-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/6517909143800845758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/6517909143800845758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/fck-of-la.html' title='FCK of la.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-8168079299491273599</id><published>2009-12-14T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:12:09.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've ran out of idea's to waste time.</title><content type='html'>As the tittle reads, I have ran out of idea's on how to waste time. Movie's and sleeping is just not going to cut it. So Kalai and I decided we should just get a job and make some money out of this few months. Problem is working means less time spent on doing nothing and I have got to listen to someone telling me what to do and what no to do. Oh well, the same things happening at home with my mum so no big difference la. Tomorrow, we'll go get ourselves a job. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-8168079299491273599?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/8168079299491273599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-ran-out-of-ideas-to-waste-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8168079299491273599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/8168079299491273599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-ran-out-of-ideas-to-waste-time.html' title='I&apos;ve ran out of idea&apos;s to waste time.'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</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-1905983935828559916.post-84023479929676810</id><published>2009-12-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:30:55.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>This is my first post in a long long time. Had a blog earlier but then I decided to change it and yes I found blogging gay some time ago but now I just realised it's not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years of school just rolled up 2 days ago and i'm already missing it. For all that time's I wished school was out earlier, I am regretting it. And the thing is I'll be out of the country hopefully the end of January 2010. The thing is, everybody is saying how awesome it's going to be, leaving the country geting a fresh start at things, meeting new people, girls and all the other things. But honestly if you sit for awhile and actually think it's not that fun afterall. For all the shit you say about your country, it will NEVER FEEL THE SAME anywhere else. My dad's been in New Zealand(the country that i'm moving to) for 8 months now and he misses Malaysia every bit. Everyday goes by and the day to leave is getting closer and it's imminent that I would be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one reason i'm going to miss things here is my family. Especially my grandmother. Another one of my uncle is already in Australia and now we are going off, we wish we could take her with us but she always has the thing about living in her own house and wanting to spend her last days there. I get what she's trying to say but it just pisses me off at times. I come from a big family, leaving everyone of them is hard cause i'll never know when i'm going to see them next. Sure i'd be here at the end of the year for a few weeks but the feeling of being there and knowing family is there is always a fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the same school for 11 years. Friends in La Salle have become brothers to me. So much so, most of them know my house better then me. We grew up together, laughed together, shared the same school and now it's suddenly all over. No more am I going to be able to talk for hours about bullshit and feel as though we are making sense, no more being able to do shit and know your friends will be there for you. Of course i'll make friends in NZ but will they be brothers to me? I'm going to miss my friends alot. I may behave like i'm not bothered about them but honestly I love my friends, everyone of them and the only thing that worries me is the fact that most of us will lose touch with each other and not be able to talk and joke as we use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Park, thats the place I grew up. My house is two feet away from the field, 6 minutes from school and 10 minutes away from everything else. I'm moving out probably by new years. Packing up really brings back old memories. From the first time we moved to now. I did everything here. And here to I met a bunch of friends that will be in my memory. Guys I met at school were all my age and it was just fun and games BUT guys I met here were way older then me and took a really long time for me to actually get to know them but I honestly dont regret it a single bit. Everyone of my memory here has them in it. They thought me more things while playing football than I could have have learnt paying a self help expert. Sure they had their history  but they never involved me in anything. And they'd always give me the right advice on the right things. It's probably because of them that I dont smoke and drink for the fear they might find out and hit me.(sounds scary but they were the elder brothers I never had). Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After forgetting all this i've got to pack up and leave to a country five thousand miles away and start afresh. It's going to be tough and surely would take sometime but what I have learnt and got from my family and friends will surely make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is, thank you for making me what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905983935828559916-84023479929676810?l=sabashkarajj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/feeds/84023479929676810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/84023479929676810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905983935828559916/posts/default/84023479929676810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabashkarajj.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Sabash Karajj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02382886281796661673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
