<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058</id><updated>2009-11-12T11:28:24.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands together and clap to this!</title><subtitle type='html'>A boy from the east-coast came to the big city to pursue his dreams, competing with the best there is.










Parents made me a person,
Friends made me a partner,
The world will make me a legend...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-1428030388217214585</id><published>2007-09-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost? Another topic added to the statistic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    It has been a long time since I've touched my blog... Hmmm... Inspirations take time to appear. I was chatting with my housemate today and the topic bout ghost, spirits, and the supernatural juz popped up of no where... Inspiration came in the form of my housemate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I use hear a lot about ghosts and the unfortunate events of the supernatural. What are they? Are they real? These type of questions of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ten rise from our gifted thoughts and the answer is beyond truth. Basic answers are always believe and faith. These are serious and we really need to think about it. When we are alone, are we sure that we are alone? Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RvPfRtoW31I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pxg0w6mEmRQ/s1600-h/03Ghost%7E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RvPfRtoW31I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pxg0w6mEmRQ/s320/03Ghost%7E1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112675497395281746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As written ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ove, believe and faith plays a big factor. I always think that there is someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ne or s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;omething watching me. This is my believe. These things are lost souls who need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; help in order to get back to their world. What would you do when a deadman comes to you and ask you for help? Even I myself will tremble. That is why we are not gifted enough to see them. The ones who could see the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;m are the gifted ones. Even if you are gifted enough to see them, can you fulfill their unfinished agenda? Remember "The Sixth Sense"? It was a beautiful movie that displays my believe in the real world. It is a simple concept, more of a give respect and take respect policy. We respect them, they respect us. Never fear them, or it might go the wrong way... You know what I am saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Some people say that they dont believe in such things. Can they prove that ghosts are not real? On the other hand, can the believers prove that ghost are real? There is some kind of energy but there is no defination for it. Is it God? Or is it our friends from the other world? We can't say as there is nothing to prove. I believe in God and ghosts; when there is postive, there is always negative; avery actio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;n has it's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RvPf8toW32I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VMhuL_XfmeE/s1600-h/Barley+Hall+Ghosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RvPf8toW32I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VMhuL_XfmeE/s320/Barley+Hall+Ghosts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112676236129656674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Well, this is the topic that kept boggling my mind since I don't know when. Give me ur comments. I would really love to hear the feedbacks from you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I guess that is all, c ya...&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/5589736554161878058-1428030388217214585?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1428030388217214585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=1428030388217214585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1428030388217214585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1428030388217214585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/07/ghost-another-topic-added-to-statistic.html' title='Ghost? Another topic added to the statistic.'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RvPfRtoW31I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pxg0w6mEmRQ/s72-c/03Ghost%7E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-657679712832520615</id><published>2007-08-18T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!!! ASCS Food Fair 2007! A hungry beginning, a fantastic ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The name is Sharath Bani a.k.a BugS, coming 2 u live from C6-3-2, Cypress Condominium, Sg Long, Kajang (settings: fire-works all around with the spotlight right on my face... ha ha ha...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;It has been nearly 2 months since the last time i blogged. Coursework tests, assignments, and all other important but boring stuff have been a great factor of my ignorance to my site. Hmmm... I have nothing 2 say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;"UTAR, My Choice!" is written on the back of my uni's official t-shirt. It will b controversial if i comment on that! ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I m a member of the Asian Cultural Society (ASCS) of University Tunku Abdul Rahman (UTAR). We organized one of the biggest event under the society's label, the Cultural Food Fair 2007 with the theme "Getting A Taste of Culture" lead by the organizing chairperson, my senior n good friend, Siva. With the guidance of the theme itself, traditional food from the main cultures of Malaysia n internationally recognized food from Japan n Thailand r sold with a very reasonable price. Objective: To give UTARians a taste of the food that has been holding&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia's pieces together as a multiracial country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYQnJ7YpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lWl5j0RS41Y/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099781892909605986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYQnJ7YpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lWl5j0RS41Y/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;On my part, i worked with the promo department to designed the poster, fliers, n the coupons; not forgetting being the emcee for the event. I did help out with the decor department n the technical department as a part of my "doing good for the society" concept. What can i say, I m Sharath Bani!!! Ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;These are some pics that i took with my new K810i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYD1J7Yo-I/AAAAAAAAADE/GbvA8zQwrpM/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099767839776613346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYD1J7Yo-I/AAAAAAAAADE/GbvA8zQwrpM/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Indian Food stall lead by Miss Nithya. Lovely girls with cultural attires adding some spice to the naturally spicy food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYFD57YpAI/AAAAAAAAADU/VeLxV41i5tE/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099769192691311618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYFD57YpAI/AAAAAAAAADU/VeLxV41i5tE/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Malay Corner lead by Miss Logeswary. A strong version of the "muhibah" concept while the food create a new definition of taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYHQp7YpBI/AAAAAAAAADc/8ZmbKZoOKtM/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099771610757899282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYHQp7YpBI/AAAAAAAAADc/8ZmbKZoOKtM/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Japanese and Thai Food stall lead by Mr Vignes. Boys n girls storming the front, showing the power of Asia to its best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYInJ7YpCI/AAAAAAAAADk/aqtPRicWG1A/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099773096816583714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYInJ7YpCI/AAAAAAAAADk/aqtPRicWG1A/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Technical Team lead by Mr Murali. With DJ Don (Eyaz Fahmi, 3rd from left) and MC BugS (me myself, not in the picture though) making the whole crowd groove while munching, of course the spotlight is stolen... ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYLXZ7YpDI/AAAAAAAAADs/KtwrF2DD8EI/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099776124768527410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYLXZ7YpDI/AAAAAAAAADs/KtwrF2DD8EI/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The man himself, Sharath Bani a.k.a BugS! Now tell me, whos tha man???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Pictures of the Chinese Stall lead by Miss Christal n the Desserts Stall lead by Miss Aswini could not b uploaded due to memory card error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I took pictures with a lot of people but i cannot upload them because of 1 pic that cannot b posted due to strict parents... the person can even think that i was a malay... sigh... siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;It was a fantastic event n the Society Chairperson, Miss Karen Kasturi was more than delighted to see the results. Not forgetting the support of our lecturer in an advisory role, Mr Lawrence who has supported us all the way. 100% profit, u know what i m saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYR_57YpII/AAAAAAAAAEU/YhOE-xQzMfY/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099783417622996098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYR_57YpII/AAAAAAAAAEU/YhOE-xQzMfY/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;A group pic of the whole team that made the idea a reality... ASCS boleh!!! U guys rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The unity among our members for this event was more that good plus the food that was awesome... As the title reads, "a hungry beginning, a fantastic ending"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-657679712832520615?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/657679712832520615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=657679712832520615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/657679712832520615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/657679712832520615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-back-ascs-food-fair-2007-hungry.html' title='I am back!!! ASCS Food Fair 2007! A hungry beginning, a fantastic ending...'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RsYQnJ7YpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lWl5j0RS41Y/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-1506383586203685945</id><published>2007-06-21T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened? All in one as I can say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time no see... long time no blog... Hmmm... how has it been? too long i believe... here r some events i went through... Check it out.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078497395907442322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RnpyeXvPNpI/AAAAAAAAABs/aelbUgLR3ms/s200/unknown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one of the events that really rocked my techno mood. it was hell of a party!!! Benni Bennasi in tha house!!! 9th June 2007 n RM 53 ticket including drinks coupon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp3cnvPNvI/AAAAAAAAACc/HUJ-4DV1wLs/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078502863400810226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp3cnvPNvI/AAAAAAAAACc/HUJ-4DV1wLs/s200/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078499603520632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp0e3vPNsI/AAAAAAAAACE/b0HOKj6Cfik/s200/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, KK Casanova, Looi, Chiggy Faintman, Steven, n Ah Teh were there to witness it 1st hand!!! the crowd were owesome n the chicks of course, marvelous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NEXT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dj Sammy in tha house!!! Ruums, 15th June 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp6hHvPNwI/AAAAAAAAACk/eLUo2LqaHq4/s1600-h/sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078506239245104898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp6hHvPNwI/AAAAAAAAACk/eLUo2LqaHq4/s200/sammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078506806180787986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rnp7CHvPNxI/AAAAAAAAACs/2_JbRM0TIjU/s200/ruums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 18 of us went 4 tha party n we enjoyed hell of a music! well, techno again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEXT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the girl i was talking about? She turns out 2 b not a student but a staff of UTAR... sigh... wasted my energy n time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry 4 tha inconvenience caused, I will try my best to blog as frequent as possible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-1506383586203685945?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1506383586203685945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=1506383586203685945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1506383586203685945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1506383586203685945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-happened-all-in-one-as-i-can-say.html' title='What happened? All in one as I can say.'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RnpyeXvPNpI/AAAAAAAAABs/aelbUgLR3ms/s72-c/unknown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-2992484562632229869</id><published>2007-06-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous? It is not me at all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This 1st week of uni was fine. All went on well n i enjoyed being in my new class with new people. I didnt know bachelor of marketing course has so many pretty girls! ha ha ha... The same old Bani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jealousy... hmmm... I m not the type to feel jealous, but this past few days, life has been tough to accept the fact... sigh... What is happening? Damn the world of changes!!! I m juz not good enough... Y God? Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071140799120559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RmBPsFGSTUI/AAAAAAAAABk/grkthU5fMEU/s320/shout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Some guy is getting closer, n i m looking at my own downfall. I believe there is no hope... "study 1st la" this is what i say to calm myself. I hate going to the UTAR cafetaria but now, i m a frequent visitor... sigh... Cant believe i m doing this after being in quite a bad past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Another short post i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;As "jiwang" as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sharath Bani a.k.a BugS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution to all readers: This post is such where questions may arise, do not attempt to investigate.&lt;/strong&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/5589736554161878058-2992484562632229869?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2992484562632229869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=2992484562632229869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/2992484562632229869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/2992484562632229869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/06/jealous-it-is-not-me-at-all.html' title='Jealous? It is not me at all...'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RmBPsFGSTUI/AAAAAAAAABk/grkthU5fMEU/s72-c/shout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-3553504453063671276</id><published>2007-05-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:00:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new girl, a new beginning... i guess...</title><content type='html'>Well, back to UTAR after a cruel year with accounting n now doin marketing... sigh... numbers, numbers, n numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marketing is fun eventhough juz went through 2 days of classes. what can i say? it is not bad after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget studies, lets come to the main thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a girl on my 1st day. she smiled at me n i replied with my ugly smile. by looks, there is no doubt that she is beautiful. i got to know her, she was fine n responded well. we r friends now... hmmm... i m telling the truth though... i dont know much yet, i guess Bani the man has to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has this interesting smile that u can look at all day... "WOW" was my expression when she smiled... the other word for her eyes is "AWESOME", no other words to describe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all 4 now... hmmm... the shortest post ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc y'all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-3553504453063671276?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3553504453063671276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=3553504453063671276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3553504453063671276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3553504453063671276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-girl-new-beginning-i-guess.html' title='A new girl, a new beginning... i guess...'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-2732439891782887033</id><published>2007-05-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress-releaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was thinking of writting a rhyme n getting a title, but couldnt get any inspiration... so, i sms-ed a fren asking bout her exams n she replied by saying that i m a stress-releaser... thatz a good title though... an inspiration indeed... here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064837935565160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RknrRIpIv3I/AAAAAAAAABU/a0anWKE-Dc0/s320/enimen_brit_rapper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With tha blessings of my idol, Eminem a.k.a Slim Shady, n the support of my inspirational title giver, I would like to dedicate this rhyme to all the dreamers out there... Remember, a vision of success starts with a dream...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I look at the ceiling with my eyes wide open...&lt;br /&gt;dampen by my thoughts, n my freakin imagination...&lt;br /&gt;for juz a minute? hmmm... well i dont&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know...&lt;br /&gt;for some time? hmmm... I guess believe so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself being a big time rapper...&lt;br /&gt;Shady n 50 juz wanna get in to feature...&lt;br /&gt;m i dreaming or what? m i rapping or what...&lt;br /&gt;I m filled with stress n really need releaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mic test, bass check, system up n ready...&lt;br /&gt;I see myself, and i ask myself a question...&lt;br /&gt;Is this a freakin dream, or a damn sweet reality...&lt;br /&gt;pity, i know i cant sleep, in the mid of insanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it, like it, love it, juz believe it...&lt;br /&gt;never ever try or think of taking it...&lt;br /&gt;my life is mine and only be mine for the taking...&lt;br /&gt;get another one or try to get it by faking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crowd love me like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly all gone n i got a little dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up n looked at the same old ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;a stress releaser is what i need in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is kinda stupid rite? hmmm... i cant be a rapper after all... i wanna try something else... what about being a wrestler? sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;for tha love of hip hop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sharath Bani a.k.a BugS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-2732439891782887033?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2732439891782887033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=2732439891782887033' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/2732439891782887033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/2732439891782887033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress-releaser.html' title='Stress-releaser'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RknrRIpIv3I/AAAAAAAAABU/a0anWKE-Dc0/s72-c/enimen_brit_rapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-3619742491681415156</id><published>2007-05-14T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of cultures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;As u all know, i m an average indian dude from Kemaman, Terengganu. If u guys dont know Terengganu, here is some valueble info: A state in the east-coastal region of Peninsula Malaysia. It has a lot of natural resources n the best keropok lekor, I miss those... My thinking system is not that open, but it is usable at times... ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064146089348218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rkd2CYpIvzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sbQi3rZxgMU/s320/kuala_lumpur_7935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm... Kuala Lumpur... The big city, the spot of chances, blah, blah, blah... sigh... This post was inspired by the looks of Jln Bukit Bintang n i began to notice it on Friday, 11th of May when we were on our way home in Looi's car after clubbing at Ruums... I wasn't drunk, dont worry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I do have cousins n relatives in KL, but the 1st time i came here for a long stay was when i studied in Kolej Tunku Abdul Rahman. My house is dead far, imagine Kemaman n KL. So, i had to stay at the hostel... That was a dumb statement as it is so obvious... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064143069986209570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RkdzSopIvyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pHEw7dCPQoI/s320/KL+feat+EASTCOAST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I used to live in a very not-so-open condition back in Terengganu. People do say stuffs regarding certain westernize issues n the comments r really really weird. That was the guidance of life for me at that time. Here in KL, it is different. I had a cultural shock though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guys n girls living in the same house with no ties at all. I've never seen this back in Terengganu. In fact, i used to have bad impressions on girls with guy housemates. It was shocking for me n i used to wonder y m i at this place. Changes do happen n i m on the flow. Now, i m staying in a house with 2 girl housemates. Of course, not in the same room n i would like to emphasize on that, NOT IN THE SAME ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;There are not much ball nites or dance nites in Terengganu. Most of it r organized by non-government organizations n it is all dinner-based. Think about it, the nearest situation where i could get near a girl was during the school photography session. This is so embarassing... In KL, even schools have their own ball nite n i do enjoy ball nites... U know what i m saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The question that differenciates the "happening clan" n the "not-so-happening clan" goes like "do u go clubbing?". To b honest, there is no such thing in Terengganu. There are golf clubs, mat rempit clubs, scooterists clubs, football clubs, n so on but never heard of the "club" in Terengganu before. Now, my favorite spot is Bangsar of course... Look at how spoilt i m... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I used to hear about cultural shocks but i didnt expect to experience it myself. Well, the city is a tough place to live. Competition has always been the core essence of living in the city, n i m one of the competitors. I have learned that the art of gaining experience is adapting to the culture n the environment of the place i m in at the moment. I m not saying that KL is the best place on earth, but my point is, every place has its pros n cons. We have to live with it n accept it in order to like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ganu Kite!!!! ha ha ha... I still love my hometown though... There is no place like home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;over n out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-3619742491681415156?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3619742491681415156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=3619742491681415156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3619742491681415156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3619742491681415156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/clash-of-cultures.html' title='Clash of cultures.'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/Rkd2CYpIvzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sbQi3rZxgMU/s72-c/kuala_lumpur_7935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-3577676883466179908</id><published>2007-05-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:43:16.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past, the present, the future. Does this make any sense?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see the future... ha ha ha... I was in the car with my fren and we were on our way to Serdang from Sg Long when I saw a head-on motorbike accident. The best part is, I dreamed about the whole situation 3 days ago. This happened to me for my Principles of Microeconomics exam last semester too, I dreamed about the paper weeks before the exam. This dejavu thingy gets me thinking sometimes. I guess most of us have this experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062566469096226546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RkHZYYpIvvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BUAzzUcgIuE/s320/dejavu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the reason behind this phenomena? Is this a sign of the future? No matter what research or experiment we humans do, this question about the future is beyond our inteligence. Well, Sharath Bani is starting to make some sense huh... ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dejavu is a proof that the past, present, and the future of any object is written and it is going according to plan. This gives a strong support to the Law of Karma. Whatever happened, happening, or going to happen to us, are pre-planned according to fate and the fate we are going through is created by our own daily actions. It is like planting a mango seed, we get a mango tree; planting an apple seed, we get an apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is an exception where we can fight our own fate. This can be achieved by the usage of our knowledge and common-sense wisely. During the 1930's, there was a massive volcano eruption in one of the islands of Bali, Indonesia. More than 32000 people died. The people there respected and prayed to the volcano. The government had given them the notice to evacuate, but the people refused to leave. The conclusion is, everyone living there are fated to die. Well, the ones who used their common-sense and evacuated earlier, lived on to tell us the tale. The living ones fought their own fate, what about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An illegal racer is fated to die in an accident. He can change his own fate by using his knowledge about safety and stop racing. This might save him from the mouth of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, how cautious we are, we still go through havoc. Things will happen if it really needs to happen. There is no common-sense or knowledge in this world that can save us. Think about it, what you sow is what you reap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thatz it I guess... chiowz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-3577676883466179908?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3577676883466179908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=3577676883466179908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3577676883466179908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/3577676883466179908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-see-future.html' title='The past, the present, the future. Does this make any sense?'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5S7L6yaubSo/RkHZYYpIvvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BUAzzUcgIuE/s72-c/dejavu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-6467354549032916959</id><published>2007-05-05T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:58:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small role, a big return, it was worth it!!! The IU day of SMKDU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this was suppose to b written weeks ago but time wasnt on my side. hmmm... not bad huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IU day or The International Understanding Day was organized by the Leo Club of SMK Damansara Utama on the 21st of april 2007 at the SRJK (C) Sungei Way hall. the theme of that show was "A world of dances!". i played a small role in the success of that event as i was the emcee of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was fantastic! i repeat, FANTASTIC! i have no idea how a bunch of secondary school kids can organize this kind of show, but i have to say, they were awesome! of course, it was with the help of some adults from the Lions Club of KL Taman Tun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dances were plenty which includes cha cha, samba, hip hop, break dance, traditional, tap, contemp, n many more. the gals were hot too!!! ha ha ha... what can i say, i m a guy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my co-emcees who really rocked the stage. they were Jo Erh n Jia Yi. i had my cons in the beginning, stunned 4 no reason, slip of tongue i guess. hmmm... i juz cant help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salutes to the event manager, Adrian, for doing such a wonderful job. i m not forgetting Siew Wei on the technical side, Teresa on the event flow side, n my favorite, Victor who gave the emcees shocking changes on the event flow... he did a great job though... respects from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell a uni student like me who had nothing to do with the leos got the emcee-ing job? here it goes... i have a friend named Charmaine who is a Leo. she recommended me to Nicholas, the OC of the event. i was then called by another fren, Su Wen, who asked me whether i can do it or not. well, i agreed. Nicholas then called me to inform about the rehearsal. i had to go, no choice i guess... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take the bus from Sg. Long to KTM Serdang which takes me 40 minutes. then i had to take the commuter to KL Sentral, 20 minutes. then, i had to change to the LRT towards Tmn Bahagia, 15 minutes. cab to the place of the event, 15 minutes. time consumed during wait-for-trains stint is not included. i had to go through this for 3 days including the day of the event. i have to say, it was seriously tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a post mortem meeting on the 1st of May 2007 at Lion Chu's place, the advisor for the Leos. i was invited. had a nice lunch at Chilli's with Adrian, Jia Yi, Siew Wei, n Teresa before the meeting. the meeting was to rectify things so that the coming commitee can do well... i had my share of comments, giving them a thank you speech which includes the congratulating statement for their success and i was given a souvenier as a token of appreciation... that is what i call sentimental... fu-yoh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder, why m i wasting my time, money, n energy doing stuff for this bunch of secondary school kids? thinking of it now, it was worth every minute, every penny, and every ounce of energy... Leos of SMKDU rock big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i m really starting to like the Pussy Cat Dolls... they know what i m talking about... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event has ended, but the ties will still go on... frenz foreva!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-6467354549032916959?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6467354549032916959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=6467354549032916959' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/6467354549032916959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/6467354549032916959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/small-role-big-return-it-was-worth-it.html' title='A small role, a big return, it was worth it!!! The IU day of SMKDU.'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589736554161878058.post-1276472835255744503</id><published>2007-05-04T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:02:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is always a start in everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As a start, I would like to welcome my fellow friends, relatives, and the unknowns to my blog. I have to say that I have been writting a lot in friendster.com's blogging service and now I am shifting my stuffs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has its pros and cons and of course, I am not going to miss it! That is the reason I started this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, I have nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do send me your comments and critics are most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Sharath Bani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CAUTION: Proper English words and spellings are used for this 1st post. Please don't expect anymore of this in the coming post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589736554161878058-1276472835255744503?l=sharathbani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1276472835255744503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589736554161878058&amp;postID=1276472835255744503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1276472835255744503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589736554161878058/posts/default/1276472835255744503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharathbani.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-is-always-start-in-everything.html' title='There is always a start in everything...'/><author><name>Sharath Bani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282530387673361955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17861056891796545572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>