<?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-6371725476932080809</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:25:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lie  me  a  fairy  tale...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-7636533167670735191</id><published>2009-09-22T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:32:41.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LJ updated~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go get myself mentally prepared for school tmro. See how much I hate having to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the word 'irreversable' alot. It's okay Shaykh, God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7636533167670735191?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7636533167670735191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7636533167670735191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7636533167670735191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7636533167670735191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/lj-updated-got-to-go-get-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8317616342125983025</id><published>2009-09-20T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:56:51.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in 2 places now, here and &lt;a href="http://shaykhshine.livejournal.com"&gt;http://shaykhshine.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue tagging and all okay. This doesn't mean that it's the end for this place. I'll update both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8317616342125983025?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8317616342125983025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8317616342125983025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8317616342125983025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8317616342125983025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-2-places-now-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7421017116113939012</id><published>2009-09-17T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:46:50.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only you could see. Or maybe it's just me, who failed to show. All I can do now is to think back and regret not doing more. Not doing better. I admit, I'm lost. It's too much for someone like me to take. I guess I've got to walk by faith, and not by sight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to juggle this and everything else. God, give me the strength to do so. Cos I know, time could heal. But I do not have time now. I'm left with so little in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday, it'll be me, a guitar, and the Singapore river. Well, it's been quite awhile. Actually, about a year since I last did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the first paragraph at about 2am. And it took me 45 more mins to get the rest done. And yes, it's 2.45am now. Everyone would agree with me on this: I should get my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a Goodnight for a good night ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7421017116113939012?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7421017116113939012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7421017116113939012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7421017116113939012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7421017116113939012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-you-could-see.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1806562378180399456</id><published>2009-09-14T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:04:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, okay this is my 200th post since I started this blog. Kinda little I think? Since 2 years ago, 200 posts only. And the 2 years seemed to fly pass so quickly. Whyyyyy does it have to be that wayyy? Time should move a hundred times slower, so that the great great times can be a hundred times better too. Since it lasts a hundred times more. I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to say this but, I really wan't to go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, did nothing much. Just slacked at home? Since I wasn't able to go out. Amirun came for break fast, thank you (: I was really bored at home. Thanks to him, I was able to go to the bazaar to get some food stuffs and the less than one hour outside felt so nice. I hate staying at home. After break fast, chilled in my room for awhile and then he went home. Thanks for coming dude (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school in like 6 hours time. And I really dont feel like going. But it's my O levels. And I need to do something other than just being in a daze all day long. Slowly, I need to build up on what's left of my confidence. It really seems like there's nothing left at all. Nevermind, slowly Shaykh. So what if people look down on you, so what if people just look upon and watch you fall. Be happy that you actually tried. Be happy that you are going to do better than before. No matter how many more knocks, bruises and scars you're gonna acquire, just hang in there. A few more days till we're over the big O's and hopefully, everything will start to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope dad get's a job soon. It's okay if we won't be celebrating Hari Raya this year.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a better life. A new,old beginning. But this time with a great ending. I won't let go of hope. I'm patient, and I believe. I'm still the same old guy inside yknow, apart from the messed up outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal's talking to me now on msn. About strategies to tackle the O levels and all. I guess it helped a little in building my confidence. Every little thought will count for me, And in this case, I need every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yahhh, I dreamt about something really weird. A pair of shoes. Really worn out and all. I can't remember much of the dream but it's literally a pair of old shoes left in the dark. And when I woke up, I started to think about the journeys it had with it's owner. How'd the pair of shoes got so worn out. And how'd the shoes got thrown into the dark. Maybe cos the owner bought a new pair of shoes. Maybe cos the shoes didn't look that nice anymore. Or simply cos the owner found a better pair of shoes. Maybe I'm being too sensitive over such small things, but I don't know why I started thinking about all those. Oh well it's alright. I forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha. Anyways, it's okay. Next time also cannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1806562378180399456?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1806562378180399456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1806562378180399456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1806562378180399456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1806562378180399456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-okay-this-is-my-200th-post-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6102378307834821963</id><published>2009-09-13T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:28:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to look at guitars the other day. I'd like a new acoustic guitar for myself! There are tons of stuff I can't do without a proper acoustic and it's really frustrating sometimes. I need say $400- $500? Slowly Shaykh. Patience is virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get all excited when I look at new guitars. I can spend all day looking at and testing new guitars. Really niceeee yknow? Everyone knows how a guitar can make me smile (: imagine a shop full of guitars ((((((((((((((((((((((: hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay just a short update this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6102378307834821963?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6102378307834821963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6102378307834821963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6102378307834821963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6102378307834821963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-look-at-guitars-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2277882646466814763</id><published>2009-09-10T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:36:58.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels as though I've just ripped myself apart. But it's time for me to stop being selfish. And to help myself, I shall find joy in the joy of others. I'm me again, just that normal guy who's normal to everyone. I'm not a special someone anymore, just like last year and last last year. I'm back to square one now. Heh nothing good stays for long I guess, especially in my case. But don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Cos i've learned to be grateful and patient. Everything worth loving is worth fighting for. In this case, I've to fight with my own self. To get myself to accept. And I admit it's really hurtful to me, but Hey Shaykh, remember what Bob Marley said (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe secondary school is actually ending. I feel like I've not had enough of it. And in this close to 4 years, I realised that even the strongest of bonds break. Just when I thought that my last year here would be a great and fruitful one, everything started turning topsy-turvy. Took a couple of hard knocks on my head during my upper secondary days. But I believe that there will be more to come for me, so be prepared okay. And I just realised, I've been saying that this year would be my last. I really hope so. And I really hope not too. Firstly, my studies. But I've not had enough of a happy secondary school life! But who cares, what makes me so sure that having to do another year would ensure me having atleast one year of a great-secondary-school-time. Hahaha what talking me. Anyways, I have got to stop thinking about doing another year cos why? That is not gonna happen! I will get my butt into poly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm so hurt. But I have no choice. I was doing the same exactly a year ago, and it got me to this year. So now, I shall do the same this year, and it shall get me to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one, Shaykh. You're on your own now, goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If you're heartbroken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Be grateful that it isn't broken 10 times more then it is now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But now, it's so broken, it can't break anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well, place your hands on your chest,and be grateful that it's still beating.&lt;/span&gt;- Shaykh, 16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2277882646466814763?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2277882646466814763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2277882646466814763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2277882646466814763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2277882646466814763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-feels-as-though-ive-just-ripped.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2132157650757565468</id><published>2009-08-28T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:35:53.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 2 and a half hours more to go ):&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so hungry alreadyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2132157650757565468?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2132157650757565468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2132157650757565468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2132157650757565468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2132157650757565468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-2-and-half-hours-more-to-go-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5458657631488243039</id><published>2009-08-28T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:20:44.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.10pm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. Since I'm going to spend my time at home this weekend, I'd rather be in a clean and comfortable environment so I've decided to clean my room. I've vacuumed, mopped, wiped, arranged, threw away unnecessary stuffs and it's nice now. I even found some stuff I'd love to keep for memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I don't know what to do already. I kept on sneezing since just now cos my room's kinda dusty. Oh don't worry cos it's clean now. It WAS dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqb"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5458657631488243039?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5458657631488243039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5458657631488243039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5458657631488243039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5458657631488243039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3858389934020204749</id><published>2009-08-28T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:32:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 9am now and the 3 hours of sleep seem pretty enough? i take such things too hard on myself, im just like that. im not like the others cos i find myself very different. i know what's better for me, but to you, it's otherwise. i guess i should start thinking about others too, not only myself. just dont bother the happy people around me. gonna stay in my room for today, tmro and sunday. i dont want to do anything, i want to be comforted, but i guess i would be doing it myself. and all i want is to be given another chance? thats all i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its too much to ask for. wasn't that once enough? why again? why again? why again! why.. i lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why it's so cold these days? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate it when my hands are cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaykh, you're not strong. but freaking wake up already, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;strong. you're so crippled, torn and broken, you're left in the dark on your own. so? you're not afraid of the dark. remember? no? stop being like this. but i guess you're just like this, born like this, and forever will be like this. so? live with it. it's painful, so? okay you're scared of pain, but just go through it. no point envying the great lives of others. quit wondering why yours is never something close to all of theirs. just quit it. but the thing is, it's cold and you're alone. will you be alright? you dont know. no one's gonna warm your hands for you anymore, cos you're alone. so how do you survive? simple, just live on and be cold. there will be bright and sunny days, but it's certainly not tmro? cos tmro's never been a better day. you've always hoped for better days, but they've never came. is it because you've run out of them? is it because you didn't value those good days when they were here? is it because you literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;screwed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; there's another question for you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when that sunny day is here, who will you share it with?&lt;/span&gt; i think better just witness that wonderful day go by from your room window cos why? you hate to see people laugh now, cos you hate the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny.&lt;/span&gt; there are loads of happy people out there. you won't blend in right.why? simple. cos you're sad. are you wondering about who to look forward to meeting everyday? the feeling of being tired, and to sleep so that the next day would come. but you dont need sleep now, cos you want tmro to come as slow as possible. better still, you don't want tmro to come. but too bad, its beyond your power to do such things. if only the world could stop turning. if only everything would be at a standstill. a moment would last a year or maybe more. that'll be nice now, would it? heh. dream on idiot. do you want someone to save you? do you want someone to come rescue you? yes?? i'm afraid that someone doesn't care about you anymore. so save yourself. you're drowning in the middle of an ocean. what do you do? swim till you reach a shore. but when you've reached a shore, and you find it of an unknown island with nobody on it. will you cry cos you're alone? or will you be happy cos you didn't drown? and will you let yourself die on the island after swimming for miles? or will you try your best to survive? the cliff at the end on the island looks tempting, jump off it and everything will end, all your pain and misery. but will you? after swimming for miles and trying your best to survive. and with the thought that a rescue plane might just come to save you the next day. everything is in your hands. up to you shaykh, up to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow, after reading all that, i feel so sorry for myself. having to go through such things. and after i read it through once again, i just dont know what to say. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3858389934020204749?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3858389934020204749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3858389934020204749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3858389934020204749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3858389934020204749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-9am-now-and-3-hours-of-sleep-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4271008963484675319</id><published>2009-08-28T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:03:21.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is my life like that? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4271008963484675319?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4271008963484675319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4271008963484675319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4271008963484675319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4271008963484675319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-is-my-life-like-that-why.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2380451487683785116</id><published>2009-08-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:05:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Shaykh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be prepared for the longest, most boring and most painful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shaykh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2380451487683785116?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2380451487683785116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2380451487683785116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2380451487683785116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2380451487683785116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-shaykh-be-prepared-for-longest.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8818210643924089928</id><published>2009-08-25T05:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:26:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling so cold. I couldn't sleep again. I hope the wet weather wouldn't ruin my today's plans  although I'm going somewhere similarly wet. Somewhere which means alot to me. Somewhere that has a reason. Somewhere I could see the clear sky. Somewhere I miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8818210643924089928?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8818210643924089928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8818210643924089928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8818210643924089928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8818210643924089928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-woke-up-feeling-so-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7227891058180801565</id><published>2009-08-23T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:34:08.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I woke up today, I felt this sudden urge to get myself to the window, and when I did, I realised what a beautiful day it was. Even now, it still looks so awesome. But I think in an hour or 2, or maybe even much sooner, it'll start to rain again. I don't really like the rain, but to think again, it isn't so bad? Since we're fasting and the cooling weather wont make us feel so thirsty and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woah, it's starting to get really windy. My curtains just smacked me on the head. hahaha. Okay okay, that was really funny. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I should be cleaning my room. And maybe I'd head down to causeway point alone just to update Starhub on my student plan thing and maybe go cycling after that?Then come home just in time for break fast and that'll be my day I suppose? Hehe okay okay I shall begin blogging more now since I feel kinda bored these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, sometimes I love the internet. And sometimes I don't. More of a pros and cons kinda thing but overall I think the internet's (Y) hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I guess I'm gonna go find myself something to do now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised that there's no divider when I post more than once a day so yeah, I'm going DIY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7227891058180801565?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7227891058180801565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7227891058180801565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7227891058180801565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7227891058180801565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-woke-up-today-i-felt-this-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3649127907912714379</id><published>2009-08-23T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:50:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm wondering on whether I should switch to LJ since they allow me to lock certain posts for people I'd allow to read. Something like privating a blog, but this is like privating posts. Then I'll be able to express everything freely without having to worry about teachers nor unwanted people reading about my life. hahaha. But I don't think I'll switch anytime soon cos I don't really blog that often, besides I can always send emails and that way I wont have to worry about other people reading it. Anyways I only send emails to one person. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post pictures and all to make blogging more interesting for myself, but that's just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I was thinking about something random. Yknow there's a phrase that goes something like this? 'There's a first for everything.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered if there was something like 'a last for everything'? I really hope not. Cos it's scary huh, you won't know when it's gonna happen and all. Imagine, for a second, you would feel something so great. And the next moment, you feel as though you've lost it. You want it back so badly, but you just couldn't have it. There'll be no one to give it to you cos there are people who're better. People who are more deserving. You feel as though you lose. You feel as though you'd never win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I feel like studying. But I don't know how to?HAAHAHA sec 4 already then like that. Siaoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy that'll be enough for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God's listening to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3649127907912714379?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3649127907912714379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3649127907912714379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3649127907912714379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3649127907912714379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-to-blog-and-im-wondering-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1018910402973820120</id><published>2009-08-19T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:12:14.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry lahhhh I got a C6. Don't have to give me the cold-shoulders what. What the hell is wrong with you? For I thought that you'd be one of the last to give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I expected my grade. But the feeling's just different, actually seeing it all printed out on the slip of paper. But nevermind, there's a second chance. Just work harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1018910402973820120?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1018910402973820120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1018910402973820120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1018910402973820120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1018910402973820120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-lahhhh-i-got-c6.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1921147592647114549</id><published>2009-08-11T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:36:18.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long weekends are over and there's school later. It's going to be a real drag with double emaths and all. I wish I could just stay home and play guitar and all but nah, school's the way to go^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting this blog of mine for quite some timeeee but there wasn't anything much to update about anyway. Okay actually there was, but I was just lazy. Now that firefox's my default browser, things are easier! IE was being such an idiot, I couldn't type properly thus blogging became a big NONO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should be getting some sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Cheers! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1921147592647114549?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1921147592647114549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1921147592647114549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1921147592647114549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1921147592647114549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekends-are-over-and-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3581338718339466955</id><published>2009-07-30T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:07:26.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yknow, I've been thinking of a word to describe my past 2 days. Trying to get a kewlzxsx chimxzxs 8 letter word kind of thing going on here but I've decided to label the past 2 days; Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, mainly cos of Talentime. Honestly, I think that we were severely under-prepared on the first day but I'm grateful we managed to scrape through. I must say that the feeling wasn't so nice, being so sick yet so excited and  to do something that's of my passion, music. So in a mere 15-20 mins, we managed to select a song. And I managed to get the chords down again by ear and compose a shortttttt intro. Woah and the pressure was incredible. Now that it's all over and done with, I'm glad we did it. I must say that I wasn't confident at all, especially when I decided to do it moments before the actual thing! I must have been crazy but thank God la everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheehehe and as all my close friends know, I was sick on that day, spent my last 2 periods of the day in the sick bay and got myself excused from SRP too. Was really thinking of just going home, since everyone had to attend SRP. I had nothing to do from 2.40pm till 4pm. And I ended up bringing myself up to the library-.- decided to take a shorttttt nap since I was so lethargic and all and it ended up a deep sleep. I woke up when Durrah called and I found myself drooling all over my bag HHEHEEHHEEEHEHEHEHEE I was really sick okay! Luckily nobody saw! ehhehehehehee okay okay. Enough about this disgusting/er xin/tak senonoh  shit/sai/taik  I'm talking about(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after the semi finals, I'm so so so so tired and drained of all my sanity(OKAY OFCOURSE NOT). But on the other hand, I'm glad of today's outcome. Right Durrah and Iqa? Come come let's get our creative juices up and running again for next week's show! Let's give AI a great show (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few ideas up already, really hope we'll be able to get it done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay enough!&lt;br /&gt;I so tired now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3581338718339466955?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3581338718339466955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3581338718339466955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3581338718339466955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3581338718339466955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/yknow-ive-been-thinking-of-word-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4945053306909171029</id><published>2009-07-26T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:20:35.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing can express how sad i am now. It's amazing how im affected by such things. but im just like that. im born like that. i hate the way i am. but im gonna have to stay this way forever. there's no way im going to forgive myself for it. there's no way im going to cry myself to sleep tonight. there's no way im going to feel okay anytime soon. i want to be perfect. ofcourse i cant, im born nowhere near it. i feel nausea. i feel funny. why la why la why la why la why la why la why la why la why la why la why la why la. what the hell am i? god tell me please. please. please. i use this word so much now. im desperate for things to rectify. i want it back. pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. nothing much, i just want it back ):&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back. i want to turn back the clock. i want to start all over. i want a 2nd chance. why? that's easy, cos i simply suck. i get nothing right the first time round. idk what im going to do now and i feel so guilty to seek any help in anyone. i've never felt so lost before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4945053306909171029?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4945053306909171029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4945053306909171029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4945053306909171029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4945053306909171029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-can-express-how-sad-i-am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4069785653703601523</id><published>2009-07-22T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:18:03.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayyyy I must say I've been very sick these days. I've got myself covered with an MC for the whole of this week and my fever's still here. Kinda irritating yknow? I can't go out and all &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;hehehe nvm, I think I need the rest too. But, I'm gonna miss out on lots of lessons. Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are around the corner and I've got lots of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to school for my MT O LVL listening comprehension just now and I must say that it was rather easy. Had problems on getting myself to stay focused cos I was feeling so cold and hot at the same time. Again, irritating. But I'm sure I did well (: Thank God. Hopefully this will make up for my sucky orals. hahahaha. Okay okayyyy enough! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna be the stars that dot your night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4069785653703601523?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4069785653703601523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4069785653703601523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4069785653703601523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4069785653703601523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayyyy-i-must-say-ive-been-very-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8127918592924662185</id><published>2009-07-14T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:20:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so so so so long. I'm back. And I apologise for me being MIA! I have changed my mind's concept towards blogging. I guess the reason for my absence is kinda weird. Let's put it this way, I just didn't feel like sharing my life stories via the net for the moment. I'd rather write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is great now. I swear. I guess there'll be people going like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no no no no no no don't swear&lt;/span&gt;' and all. But I do not know of any other way to really make this seem really really real! 0.0 hehehe don't get me wrong though, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;' might not even be close to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;', but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; is really just nice. I really appreciate the way things are right now. Thank you God, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life without feeling bitter? Bitter is exactly what makes the sweet, ever so sweet. We will never learn to appreciate the good, better and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; with the absence of what's negative. Ever wondered why we can't run away from troubles? Ever wondered why things never turned out the way you wanted it to? Now, I'm wondering. I believe everything happens for a reason. God know's best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get good grades huh? It's so hard. I'm just gonna try my best. Give my best shot at things. I guess I'll take any option that'll allow me to continue my studies, be it fast or even at a slower pace. I'm a simple person, it's really easy to please me cos I appreciate the least of things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging. I just want to say that I'm kinda happy with myself despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;I do care about my studies, but it seems as though things aren't going my way you see. I feel as though it's too late cos I'm a really really slow learner when it comes to the academics. But anyways, I'm gonna try to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8127918592924662185?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8127918592924662185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8127918592924662185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8127918592924662185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8127918592924662185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-so-so-so-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5321155032811288219</id><published>2009-07-01T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:42:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They quietly understand Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wonder why the fight is on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and Ribbons of euphoria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange is young, full of daring, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But very unsteady for the first go round &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My yellow in this case is not so mellow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact Im trying to say its frigthened like me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving my life to a rainbow like you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bold as Love - Jimi Hendrix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hendrix was a Revolution. A complete artist. A poet, lyricist, musician, you name it. Any modern musician would have to look up to him as he kinda started the experimental era which I still admire. I'd die! to be in that era omg 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5321155032811288219?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5321155032811288219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5321155032811288219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5321155032811288219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5321155032811288219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/anger-he-smiles-towering-in-shiny.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7185139399492231658</id><published>2009-06-22T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:22:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woahh. i must say that the pahang trip was interesting. imagine having have to withstand being in an 'Initial D' like road for about an hour or so just to get to the village *pukes* okay i didn't, but my niece did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there weren't too many nice and amazing things to see there unlike the maldives or the alps cos it's PAHANG, MALAYSIA. but there was something i treasured looking at besides the cow poo. STARS. the pitch black sky, like a blanket over the whole area. then those small twinkling stars scattered across the blanket-like sky like broken glass. beautiful. really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for short, apart from the flies, mosquitoes, dirty toilets and cow poo, the stars made my one night there worth my while (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7185139399492231658?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7185139399492231658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7185139399492231658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7185139399492231658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7185139399492231658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/woahh.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4284140270526893782</id><published>2009-06-17T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:52:05.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something really really really sweet just happened! You know who you are (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4284140270526893782?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4284140270526893782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4284140270526893782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4284140270526893782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4284140270526893782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-really-really-really-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8128545533243963865</id><published>2009-06-15T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:18:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. really sorry everyone for not updating. btw, what's wrong with blogger? it's so hard to type! it kes on misn out letters like ths! see! it's so annoyin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. okay. i have to keep on going back in order to type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go for the sentosa next weekend! but i'll be overseas. too bad huh. hahaha nvmmmm. AND THIS THING IS SO ANNOYING WHY IS IT SO HARD TO TYPE?!???!&lt;br /&gt;i'm publishing now. shall have a proper post when blogger isn't giving problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8128545533243963865?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8128545533243963865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8128545533243963865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8128545533243963865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8128545533243963865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4285420291394562399</id><published>2009-05-21T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:27:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to pour everything out. It's obvious that I'm comfortable with the person I love most. But I'm sure she's too busy caught up with her school work, I can't possibly let myself bother her. It's bliss when we have those small little conversations cos I'm just grateful to have met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do not feel like going to school tomorrow. Especially when I'll be greeted with my useless results and scoldings from my teachers and all. AI is really good at bringing our morale down so I guess staying at home will make myself feel better. At the same time, I need to get out of my home for whatever reason. Staying at home makes me feel so contained and stressed up. At times like these, I'd love to be out alone. A jog would be nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing at gigs and shows. Like what I've said before, I'd love to be able to inspire. I strongly believe that Inspiration is God's way of communicating with us. And through love, God shows us the way when we're lost. Cos nothing will be able to match up to the amount of help a loved one could give when you're down. I'm alot of faith. Even in the worst of times, like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4285420291394562399?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4285420291394562399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4285420291394562399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4285420291394562399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4285420291394562399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-pour-everything-out.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1369685481050258639</id><published>2009-05-21T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:37:03.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/ShTaNOgDTuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/v142PtI0sXw/s1600-h/(RED).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338131379106565858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/ShTaNOgDTuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/v142PtI0sXw/s320/(RED).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inspi(red)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1369685481050258639?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1369685481050258639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1369685481050258639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1369685481050258639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1369685481050258639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/ShTaNOgDTuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/v142PtI0sXw/s72-c/(RED).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-6464148388644786715</id><published>2009-05-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:03:48.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to be sick. Especially on important days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Congrats to Shane and Liu Yu on their marriage just now! Although you wont be reading this, I'd like to wish you all the best in your life, cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holy matrimony thingy, I was shivering non stop cos unfortunately, I've caught the flu. Hopefully not the H1N1 though. My mum said that she could feel my body heat when she sat beside me just now 0.0 Anyway, although I was in so much discomfort and pain, I didn't regret coming cos it's been a long time since I saw my relatives from my dad's side. And did I mention that two of my aunties are nuns? Cool riteeee. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's talk about ystd now. Really had a ball of a time with herman, amirun, safwan and izmil. More info at their blogs. And after that, headed home to get my soccer boots. Headed to tampines where my cousin picked me up by car to proceed on to East Coast Park to play Futsal. And I must say that R.Sasikumar's a really nice guy! I was playing amongst S. League players/ Police Cup players/ S. League coaches. Woah it was really great. After soccer, went for dinner with them at simpang bedok and slept over my cousin's house. Reached his place at 1am. Went to bed at 2am. Woke up at 5.30am. Imagine, swimming and soccer and flu and fever. And having that amount of rest just before a day of setting up wedding decor and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE I'M DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6464148388644786715?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6464148388644786715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6464148388644786715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6464148388644786715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6464148388644786715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-sucks-to-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4302857363793714132</id><published>2009-05-11T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:24:08.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered about the things that'll have an impact so big upon you, your mind would never let you forget about it. And the scary part is that even after years, you remember it as though you think about it every second. In my case, it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dates back to about 6 to 7 years ago. I remember standing on top of a hill, looking down upon a meadow. And at first glance across that meadow, was the greatest spectrum of colours I've ever seen in my life up till now. I was so sure that the colours of every hue would have been there. It had to be. Cos it was so strong and powerful, it literally blinded my eyes. I guess there's a certain limit to the amount of colours our eyes could capture at one time. I struggled to get my eyes to what they were before. And after some time, slowly, my vision cleared. As my vision was clearing, my senses came alive. I &lt;strong&gt;felt&lt;/strong&gt; everything. The moist wind against my skin, the beautiful scent and aroma of the flowers, the taste of the air as it filled my lungs, and the sound of the leaves rustling. I felt so alive. All my 5 senses were alive. Feeling all that was never that easy. I took a few steps forward, and a river became visible. It might have been so clean and clear that it seemed so white from the distance, but as I approached, it was rich and thick just like milk. Was it a river of milk? I'll leave that to you. But sadly, the dream ended just then. It was too real to be a dream. On the other hand, it was too beautiful to be somewhere on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that it's so fresh and clear after all these years, it's got to be something. I swear, it's even clearer than HD. If only I were a great artist. I'd be able to paint out the whole scene just for everyone else to see. Well, I guess it's just not meant for anyone's eyes. God has his way of doing things, and now I know why I suck at painting and drawing (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4302857363793714132?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4302857363793714132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4302857363793714132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4302857363793714132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4302857363793714132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-wondered-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6074011078054278066</id><published>2009-05-08T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:39:44.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am gonna flunk my mid years. Emaths 2 and SS was hell. And when I stare at the questions, I just can't see myself being able to do them in the near future. Haiz aiz aiz. That's just too bad lah, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prayers, went for lunch with the usual dudes. Then headed home since they wanted to take 856. Had a quick shower, changed. And off I went to meet Mim. Headed to town to get stuff. I'm at home now and I'm pretty much exhausted. tireeeeeeeeeeeeeeed la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6074011078054278066?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6074011078054278066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6074011078054278066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6074011078054278066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6074011078054278066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-gonna-flunk-my-mid-years.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7704030907870068641</id><published>2009-05-05T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:14:56.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, mid year's commencing tmro. I am gonna flunk them, but I'm gonna make sure I come back strong for my prelims and even stronger for my O's. What motivation -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am a much more disciplined person now. I woke up early, even on weekends! I've been staying out of trouble in school. And it feels great to not have detention. Imagine spending 2 hours writing lines after lines. 2 hours of wanting to get out of that room. Brrrrr! No more of that shit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel happy for what I've become/I am becoming. I must say that the progress is really really slow, but nonetheless, Alhamdulillah. The stuff people say about me, I can't be bothered now cos all I'm looking forward to now is getting my butt into a polytechnic. And if all goes well, an art's school. Money really IS an issue nowadays huh? Okay maybe not for everyone out there, but on my part, YAAAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just thought of something. It'll be really swell to be a writer. And what I must say is that I'd love to inspire people. Be it through music, stories or even quotes. Imagine matching up to legends such as Kurt Cobain, George Harrison or even Jimi Hendrix! I bet I won't even match up to a fraction of the impact that they've created over all those years. But then again, that'll be really cool; a blessed job indeed to inspire people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, art's such a beautiful thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And one thing for sure, your eyes are the greatest work of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7704030907870068641?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7704030907870068641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7704030907870068641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7704030907870068641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7704030907870068641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-mid-years-commencing-tmro.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3212532418605552490</id><published>2009-04-27T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:02:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's changing right before my eyes.</title><content type='html'>I hate it when I'm left hanging ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long. I have to admit. Enough about this, Shaykh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a dread. I hate having to go for things I do not like. I remember crying when I had to go for religious classes in Primary 3. Well, I didn't cry when I needed to go for malay SRP but I just got a glance of my past. And I'm more than certain that I'm the same eversince then. I was so pissed, so moody, so reluctant to go for SRP as though the letters spelled DIE or RUN. You know, I forced myself to go. And every second was pain. I'm kinda glad it's all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fee, so much for being the coolest bestfriends ever. You gave me so much hope of having someone to count on again, but I guess it's a different story with the same ending. You were different, you admitted it feeling ever so proud with what you've become.  Now, just be what you wanna be. Forget about the music and everything else. I do not know you anymore. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3212532418605552490?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3212532418605552490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3212532418605552490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3212532418605552490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3212532418605552490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/worlds-changing-right-before-my-eyes.html' title='The world&apos;s changing right before my eyes.'/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4261277890241806857</id><published>2009-04-25T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:41:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, thank you Nurul Shamim bte Jalil for the new skin. Tak sia-sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a thousand and one things running through my mind now; music, soccer, love, family, finance, studies. Everything basically. I'm starting to realise that I'm actually involved in alot of things! And cos of soccer, I miss playing music, writing songs and basically rocking it out ;D shamim should agree with me 100%. And that day, i saw this video of mim and qerl performing at the Singapore Art's Cafe. It's a waste I didn't get the chance to before they closed down! Atleast I can go like " I've performed at the Esplanade before" hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mid-years are approaching. And I know it's a little too late, but I'm gonna start revising soon. Soon which is tmro. And since the malay O's are in 5 weeks time, I shall put a little more effort into my malay since it's all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still think that last year's october gave me the greatest gift of love. Really. Thousands of "but's" and "what if's" are appearing all over my head. But nah, that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4261277890241806857?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4261277890241806857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4261277890241806857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4261277890241806857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4261277890241806857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/firstly-thank-you-nurul-shamim-bte.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-378397311903050090</id><published>2009-04-23T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:24:41.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shake is wussy who is freaking lazy to update his own wussy blog and doesn't know how to make his own blogskin and lucky for him I'm nice enough to change and update his wussy blog for him. So to my &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; fucking irritating younger brother shakester, KAU OWE AKU BUBBLE TEA AND WAFFLES. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-378397311903050090?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/378397311903050090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=378397311903050090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/378397311903050090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/378397311903050090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/shake-is-wussy-who-is-freaking-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6942874235219708169</id><published>2009-04-16T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:42:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMELDA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehehe. Read your blog and glad that you had a great bday. And see! I was right, right?!&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say thanks for everything you've done for me too. Remember this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296857704047442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SedBRwb0I1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cihKnx4Vmok/s320/thank+you+mel!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha remember kannn! hahaha okokok. Just be happy okay? ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayyyy, back from WWFC vs GUFC. WW kalah sia 2-0! Walaooo. And there was this makcik who fell down boob first there when she was rushing to get the ball. hahahahahahaha okok tak baik. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6942874235219708169?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6942874235219708169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6942874235219708169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6942874235219708169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6942874235219708169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SedBRwb0I1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cihKnx4Vmok/s72-c/thank+you+mel!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-2028128675736863540</id><published>2009-04-15T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:06:11.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I skipped school and training today cos of the pain I've been having in my chest. Someone said that Cordyceps might help, so I'm hoping so. I'm still shaken by the fact that my principal wanted to call the ambulance and all, but hey, I'm okay. I managed with my Napfa test after that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pissed by the fact that my mum's giving me the cold shoulder cos she's thinking that I faked everything. Maybe I should have just let Mr Chin call the ambulance. Maybe by that way, I wont be getting this thing that I obviously don't deserve. Maybe that would stop her from regarding me as a problem child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and Red are the colours that describe me the best these days. And maybe a little Blue here and there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to year 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2028128675736863540?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2028128675736863540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2028128675736863540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2028128675736863540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2028128675736863540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-skipped-school-and-training.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2660137961344426257</id><published>2009-04-12T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:01:46.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, finally, I'm back from KL and I must say that the 3 days over there was great! I am tired. I am in such a numb state cos I've not settled down yet. So yeah, that's all. Sorry. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2660137961344426257?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2660137961344426257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2660137961344426257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2660137961344426257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2660137961344426257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah-finally-im-back-from-kl-and-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1818762582825017318</id><published>2009-04-03T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:55:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's friday, and finally, I can sleep in after 2 weeks of waking up early. School and work. Woah. Will be back with a proper one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1818762582825017318?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1818762582825017318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1818762582825017318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1818762582825017318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1818762582825017318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-and-finally-i-can-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1767733193547555706</id><published>2009-04-02T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:16:29.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal.</title><content type='html'>It's so painful, the things you just can't get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1767733193547555706?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1767733193547555706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1767733193547555706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1767733193547555706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1767733193547555706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal.'/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1422203389612784481</id><published>2009-03-30T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:43:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day today's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmro, I'm having that SS shit again, and since I'm going to start on the homework later, hopefully he'll let me off since I'm going to be done with it. School has been a great drag these days, they are so strict now, we feel exhausted. Our minds are never at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking just now. And now, I'm wondering. Wondering if anyone jumps up and down when they see me come online. Wondering if I'm really really very very special to anyone. Wondering if I actually mean something to someone. I don't know how to explain this feeling, but I guess it's kinda like emptiness? My phone's always having those random msgs, but not those kind of special msgs, where you really have a conversation with someone. Mentioning the word 'special' reminds me of herman. Those times where our own somebodies made us feel so special, I miss it. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I'm dragged into the middle of an ocean, and just being left there to drown. Imagine being so wet and numb, you can't even feel the tears roll down your cheek. And for once, you won't have to worry about the people who will catch you crying cos in reality, there is no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want tuition. Cos I need the extra help. But I hate it when we can't afford. And actually I wouldn't mind approaching the teachers if they were more sincere in helping me sometimes, instead of torturing us. I don't blame them cos they have to polish those already shining diamonds. I must also say that I feel discriminated most of the time although I brush it off with a smile. That's just me. I want to do well. I really do. But I think I can't. I do not do my homework, cos I'm not motivated. I have no confidence in lifting that pen cos I feel all wrong even before attempting. I used to have someone to fall onto, I want my bestfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1422203389612784481?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1422203389612784481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1422203389612784481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1422203389612784481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1422203389612784481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day-todays-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1577197090641444940</id><published>2009-03-25T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:07:16.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I've got to learn to balance up really good now. I'm starting to feel the pinch of the O's. And other stuffs too, music and all. I have Social Studies SRP tmro from 2.30pm to 6.30pm. It speaks for itself aye. I really hope he let's us off after we're done with our file or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S0, in 30mins time, I'm going to start on my SS file, that way, I'll save precious time tmro. Nowadays, I really value the little time I have yknowwww! see see seeeeee I'm changing! But, as for maths, I really need help. And POA's been a really big pain cos the teacher's been pressuring me too much, picking on me in class and whatnot. It's kinda good for me, I know, but I would really appreciate some room for myself, just to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's great how extra pressure get's me going. So, I'm thanking God for this. Afterall, he knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1577197090641444940?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1577197090641444940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1577197090641444940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1577197090641444940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1577197090641444940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-ive-got-to-learn-to-balance-up.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-460789750670381926</id><published>2009-03-23T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:52:58.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sorry for the dead-ness. I swear I wanted to blog, but my foot just hurts like hell now.&lt;br /&gt;safwan dont laugh. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-460789750670381926?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/460789750670381926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=460789750670381926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/460789750670381926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/460789750670381926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sorry-for-dead-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1431216252252857197</id><published>2009-03-08T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:05:22.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About a year ago, we were all in Perak having the time of our lives. How much I missed those times. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from an outing with Herman since he needed to get a new watch. Don't get me wrong or anything, WE HAVE YET TO FIND THE WATCH after searching CWP, Sunplaza and SSC -.- Tired know. haha. And with the new injury on the bottom of my left foot. Every step did hurt. It's kinda like a blister gone bad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OoOOoOOoOoOoooOOooo I've got a new song! And somehow, I can't wait for talentime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what inspires me. Love? Sometimes. Dreams? Sometimes. Life? Most of the time. But I've come to a conclusion. I'm inspired by me. The songs I write express myself to the simplest bits and pieces. Cos I just can't find any other way of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1431216252252857197?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1431216252252857197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1431216252252857197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1431216252252857197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1431216252252857197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-year-ago-we-were-all-in-perak.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7198602891827741900</id><published>2009-03-02T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:06:16.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/Saqxqe_HTeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WbausTn0tpk/s1600-h/l_7885123666c758a536e0c4a9bb1de844%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308250454239956450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/Saqxqe_HTeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WbausTn0tpk/s320/l_7885123666c758a536e0c4a9bb1de844%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYEQERL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my funny face in the picture. hahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7198602891827741900?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7198602891827741900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7198602891827741900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7198602891827741900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7198602891827741900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-hyeqerl.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/Saqxqe_HTeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WbausTn0tpk/s72-c/l_7885123666c758a536e0c4a9bb1de844%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-7028566062508038469</id><published>2009-02-22T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:42:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH BOY IT IS HOT THESE DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3.30pm today O.O and I was kinda drenched in my own sweat although it was drizzling outside. Weird huh. The drizzling didn't make a difference at all. And I hate the fact that my room felt like an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was at Herman's until around 1am? Watched Arsenal against Sunderland and I find the score line of 0-0 not satisfying at all. It's my first time watching soccer after a reallyyyyyyy long time and I didn't get to see any goals -.- great. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to going cycling one of these days. I really miss the feeling of wind in my face, something I used to get alottttttttttt. Talking about wind, it's so hot now. It's so hot, it's getting harder to breathe. HAHA okay no. I wonder if it'll snow someday here in Singapore. With the recent climate changes and all, I hope winter's coming our way! And I'll be able to say stuff like, ' I'm gonna go take a long walk in the snow' or 'Let's go make snowman!' haha okay if only aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the snow, a revolutionary part of my life is going to unfold, if all goes well that is. My parents are thinking of selling my home, and with the profit we earn, we're gonna go backpacking the world! First it'll be Aunty Beatrice's place in melbourne. Then we'll shoot down to the States! Chicago with Cousin Jeffery and family. Then Amsterdam! with Aunty Pearl and Uncle Claude :) and the whole thing will last about a year or so cos we're aiming to buy over a new flat that'll be ready in about that time. So we'll be homeless while travelling the world and we'll be back in time to move into our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and all, but I'm gonna miss alot of people. I'm gonna miss her! And I don't think I'm ready yet eventhough 'the plan' is gonna start next year. I'm 50-50 on this. Oh man it's scary. I hope it works, and I also hope it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm kinda addicted to facebook now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS TO HERMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hahaha. He had to teach me how to use it yesterday back at his place. And I kinda made my account so longggggg ago. And the info section was lame. Haha. I remember making it in a jippy cos my cousin wanted to show me some stuff so I ended up feeling up the fields with crap. hahaha. And it's so darn embaressing! Imagine people viewing and going 'eeee this guy so lame' and stuff like that. hahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7028566062508038469?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7028566062508038469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7028566062508038469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7028566062508038469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7028566062508038469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-boy-it-is-hot-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3804694248045430405</id><published>2009-02-16T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:43:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZl44vI4AII/AAAAAAAAANU/IyTOhFa0Q80/s1600-h/8320043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303402952327168130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZl44vI4AII/AAAAAAAAANU/IyTOhFa0Q80/s320/8320043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZl44XJtHlI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkBjy99J4-c/s1600-h/8208211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303402945888198226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZl44XJtHlI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkBjy99J4-c/s320/8208211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OKAY I GOT MYSELF A NEW PHONE TODAY. I got the gold-ish one(down) cos the grey one(up) was out of stock. But it's still niceeeeeeeeeeee and cooooooooooooooool. And it was kinda a last minute plan to get it. Fyi, I didn't go to school today, cos I had sore eyes. And after the visit to the doctor's, my mum asked me if I'd like a new phone. Since mine's pretty spoilt and ugly, why not right! It was $198, cos my mum didn't mind extending her contract. And she also had this $100 starhub voucher. So, I ended up digging up $98 from the buy-a-new-guitar fund. I don't really mind cos I have a job coming up on the 14th of march. Thank you doctor for the 2 days MC cos now, I have more time to meddle with my new toy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back in school on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm itching to let my musical creativity run wilddddddddddddddddddddd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3804694248045430405?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3804694248045430405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3804694248045430405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3804694248045430405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3804694248045430405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-i-got-myself-new-phone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZl44vI4AII/AAAAAAAAANU/IyTOhFa0Q80/s72-c/8320043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-454041106795789499</id><published>2009-02-15T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:59:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes some fears to make you trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't only make alot of sense, it knocked a whole lot of it into me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-454041106795789499?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/454041106795789499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=454041106795789499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/454041106795789499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/454041106795789499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-takes-night-to-make-it-dawn-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1191550665804255293</id><published>2009-02-11T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:09:01.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's pretty tiring. School till 4.30, I wish I could have stayed home. Really. And I think I'm addicted to this shit that's much much better than 'minyak kapak'. HEH HEH HEH. It's something similar to the 'minyak kapak', but this is better. And you know why it's better? Cos 'minyak kapak' not so nice. HAHA :) It's called Siang Oil fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beside me now. I tried searching the net for a pic of it, but there aren't any. HOLY SHIT I FOUND A PIC OF IT. hehehhehehehe so here it is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301541225672980674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZLbp-5TuMI/AAAAAAAAANE/7rjqJ0Vu3Lo/s400/siang+oil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is god's sent. It relieves my headaches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alriteeee. Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1191550665804255293?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1191550665804255293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1191550665804255293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1191550665804255293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1191550665804255293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-pretty-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SZLbp-5TuMI/AAAAAAAAANE/7rjqJ0Vu3Lo/s72-c/siang+oil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-9214183388874077944</id><published>2009-02-08T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:33:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Current music - A Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could pour my whole heart into this blog of mine. Too bad I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's valentine's in 6 days. Talking about that, I remember how bad last year's was. And the year before that too. Let's just hope this year's will be much much better. Aiya. It's just a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like school nowadays. I feel as though it's such a chore. I hate what AI's turned into. It no longer is the school it was when I was in sec 1 and 2. We don't feel cared for anymore, that strikes the big &lt;s&gt;COMPASSION&lt;/s&gt; out of the school's motto or whatever they call it. I can't wait to get this over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having headaches. God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-9214183388874077944?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9214183388874077944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=9214183388874077944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9214183388874077944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9214183388874077944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-music-beautiful-mess-by-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6391021359344678702</id><published>2009-02-06T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:40:35.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Music- Live High by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to school today. And Ms Diana's down with chicken pox. Poor thing, she told me just now on msn that she's on 14 days MC. Tsk tsk. And about that song, it's so beautiful lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday, went out with Mel and her friend. And we both started having a headache. Her friend left soon later and luckily we didn't puke all over the bus when we were heading back to bukit panjang. hahahaha. Headed home after sending her off, and I knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't go to school, Mel didn't go to school, Afee didn't go to school. Wah. Hahaha. Obviously I was sick. Mel too. And that afee, lazy. Came online, chat chat chat and then afee asked me to follow her to 888 to get her hair trimmed. I SICK ALSO I GO OKAY. I passed by the pharmacy and decided to get something for myself. So I got myself vitamin C tablets. To boost my immune system! I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I still feel like puking btw. Really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6391021359344678702?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6391021359344678702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6391021359344678702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6391021359344678702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6391021359344678702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-music-live-high-by-jason-mraz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3336243878030873742</id><published>2009-02-03T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:22:49.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I didn't go to school today cos I wasn't feeling well. And even now, I still feel sick. I'm having this really baddddddddddd headache. Haizzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at around 5.50 to meet Shamim and Haiqal. And the other AI peeps were there too. Fun to see you guys after a long time. And I bumped into Afee. hehe. So had lunch/dinner at Banquet, then headed downstairs to Cold Storage to get Donuts and whatnot. Walked back home, and dropped afee off along the way. Back at my place, music-making happened -.- haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, we got a new song penned down and practiced. Had a really rough recording of it, a few misakes here and there, not perfect at all. But that's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MY HEADACHE STILL PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope mummy will let me skip school again tmro cos I really am not feeling well. She kept on saying that I was faking it just now which is sooooooooooooo not true. I'M REALLY SICK HELLO?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3336243878030873742?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3336243878030873742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3336243878030873742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3336243878030873742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3336243878030873742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/firstly-i-didnt-go-to-school-today-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3384320723509402329</id><published>2009-02-01T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:14:31.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sorry for not updating everyone. Okay, obviously I'm back from camping at Pasir Ris. And it was a real! blast. Uhuh uhuhhhhh. Been awhile since I had something that involved my family. There are pictures, but I look funny in most of them. So no need alrite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a new guitar fast fast fast fast fast fast. Aiming a Yamaha or Takamine or Epiphone that's $300+. And I've managed to save about $130. Just so that I won't spend the money, I asked mummy to be my financial advisor. And I earn interest okay. Mummy said that she'll put in $20 every week. So by the end of this month, I'll have atleast $200 already. Then the rest, I'll find ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydhir just sent me the newly recorded Tacit Aria track. And I'm the first person to hear it. Honoured or whatttttt. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sherry's in china now. I must admit that I got all teary when she entered the gate. Well, have fun there okay. Must thank me know for coming all the way from jamming with my guitar and stuff all. Very heavy, very tired okay. But it was worth it. See you again in 5 months time alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY MEL, I UPDATE ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3384320723509402329?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3384320723509402329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3384320723509402329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3384320723509402329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3384320723509402329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sorry-for-not-updating-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-9046726416339419169</id><published>2009-01-24T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:17:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another long day. Helped Herman and family shift to their new house. And the best part is that the new house is only a 10minute walk from my place. And it's really weird yknow, the moment I sat infront of the computer, I started feeling down and all. I hate it. The way certain things are, it's just so, out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving home at around 1am to walk to Brian's place for a gaming marathon. It's really wonderful to have a cousin like him who stays nearby. And I'll be at pasir ris from tmro till monday for some bbq stuffy my family organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite alrite, will be off to playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-9046726416339419169?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9046726416339419169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=9046726416339419169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9046726416339419169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9046726416339419169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2774529624847367721</id><published>2009-01-20T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:12:33.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Easier said, easier than done.' - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year, I was so gladly wasting my time away. I couldn't feel the pinch cos back then, the O's seemed so far away. And when I failed, I keep on assuring myself that I'll do better in 2009. Well, it's not that easy. Especially after what my life's changed into. I'm so indisciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today. Headed home after school since the rest had soccer. And I slept. Until 8.30pm. Woah, I really needed that. And now, I'm just slacking, playing guitar. I want a good acoustic guitar, cos I'm going to rework my strumming and all. Start serious composing again. I'll put aside all the electric stuffs till I have the full line up ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I went to LaSalle the other day and damn it's great. I really hope I can get there cos the arts is what my life's all about. Okay not all but I really want to pursue music cos it's always been my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I'll update when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2774529624847367721?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2774529624847367721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2774529624847367721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2774529624847367721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2774529624847367721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/easier-said-easier-than-done.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7346611051223623672</id><published>2009-01-12T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:43:10.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the stuff me and my mates do when we have nothing to do -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290383029385206418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SWs3VehCmpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hcm7ncG2jBQ/s400/DSC_6027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290384226926505682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SWs4bLtIrtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3016TaO4O3w/s400/DSC_6030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385047061356178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SWs5K68hXpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qJZqkBByPCk/s400/DSC_6031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay okay that's all. Been quite sometime since I posted pictures. So these are some that I find reallyyyyyyyyyyyy entertaining. There are much more but Herman's too lazy to send them all. So yeah (: Btw, Herman takes the credit for all the photos. Not forgetting the director/hero, myself. And the bad guy who got his butt kicked, Haikal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAKDUSH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7346611051223623672?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7346611051223623672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7346611051223623672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7346611051223623672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7346611051223623672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-stuff-me-and-my-mates-do-when.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SWs3VehCmpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hcm7ncG2jBQ/s72-c/DSC_6027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-4332460963189853812</id><published>2009-01-12T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:40:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry for the days of dead-ness in this blog of mine. Been busy/down/tired so I hope you guys understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just now, I must say that Tacit Aria was great. No regrets going alone, although it was quite boring drinking Starbucks Coffee alone at Dhoby Ghourt. Well, I'm glad I had my ipod with me. Who says you can't have fun alone? haha joking. So 2009's been really different, it sure taught some people the meaning of Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for music, I want a new and proper acoustic. If you think that I'm dumb cos I'm wanting another guitar eventhough I've 4, nevermind cos you just don't understand, this is art. At times like these, I really wish I've money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile never lifted me up so high before. It's so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos it's yours. It's so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos it's not something I get to see everyday. But then, yeah that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4332460963189853812?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4332460963189853812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4332460963189853812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4332460963189853812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4332460963189853812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1155851143593975377</id><published>2009-01-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:51:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're a disappointment, Shaykh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1155851143593975377?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1155851143593975377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1155851143593975377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1155851143593975377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1155851143593975377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-disappointment-shaykh.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-106316443478773761</id><published>2008-12-30T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:06:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmro's new year's eve and I'm feeling like I want to spend the day with someone special. But then, there isn't any special someone. Well there is, but, ergh nvm. So this year's new year's eve, stay home and play guitar, and watch the fireworks from my bedroom window alone. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, exactly a year ago, how everyone's blog was filled with all the memories they had during the year. 2008 oh 2008, I pity you. I want you to end fast. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was alrite. Despite my stomach aches and headaches. I think I'm running a fever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's gonna start soon. I'm in a mixed mood between lazyness and eagerness. Well, I'll just see how stuff will go. Can't wait to see Musaa, Safwan, KeeMeng and everyone else that I've not been seeing much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-106316443478773761?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/106316443478773761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=106316443478773761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/106316443478773761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/106316443478773761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmros-new-years-eve-and-im-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5434722955856400398</id><published>2008-12-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:26:44.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVjc5w0rzOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k1SLddRxXgU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285217047635807458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVjc5w0rzOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k1SLddRxXgU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mel. And we have the same cat. Cool riteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, she's a wonderful person and a blast to talk to ;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyyy just a short post ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5434722955856400398?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5434722955856400398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5434722955856400398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5434722955856400398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5434722955856400398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVjc5w0rzOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k1SLddRxXgU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-3448811647015618338</id><published>2008-12-26T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:58:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I met Irahh :)&lt;br /&gt;To keep things short, Thanks for Everything. Especially the amount of support you've given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3448811647015618338?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3448811647015618338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3448811647015618338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3448811647015618338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3448811647015618338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-month-since-i-met-irahh-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4219306869057043041</id><published>2008-12-26T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:20:36.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVPN8DN4mUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VzoH9dN4Nio/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283793219375110466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVPN8DN4mUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VzoH9dN4Nio/s320/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Irni and Amirun. I realised I didn't take a photo with amirun. hahaha. So yeah, had tons of fun out with them. And then we went to someone's house to watch movies and stuff. And we ordered Macnona (irahh don't laugh). So yeah. That kinda summarizes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I like that picture alot. It's (alot of stuff I told Irni) &amp;amp; cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's after midnight now, but nvm. Merry Christmas to all my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4219306869057043041?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4219306869057043041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4219306869057043041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4219306869057043041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4219306869057043041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-with-irni-and-amirun.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SVPN8DN4mUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VzoH9dN4Nio/s72-c/DSC02215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-8216893018903504522</id><published>2008-12-23T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:02:08.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite, first thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMIRUN ARIFIN =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your company, thanks for your generousity, thanks for your kindness and lastly, thanks for everything. Hope that your life will be full of blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just now, 22 dec. I woke up at 5.45pm :) Really needed to catch up on my sleep so yeah, hope that explains it. So was webcamming with Mel. And she's singing I'm yours now ;D;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I'm gonna have a soccer match against some yishun town team. Hope my ankle won't get injured again. Bismillah. Okay la, thats all for now. Will blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8216893018903504522?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8216893018903504522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8216893018903504522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8216893018903504522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8216893018903504522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/alrite-first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3340971080847530622</id><published>2008-12-18T14:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:42:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Mel made this just to show it to me on webcam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015668728902226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SUnvxUvbslI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KEmW5sNXEno/s400/thank+you+mel!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this isn't the actual one, she redrew cos the first one was ugly :P:P:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says, 'CHEER UP BEST BUDDY! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I IRON YOUR FACE IF YOU DON'T!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I'd like to say a million thanks to her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY OKAY DON'T IRON MY FACE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T BLACK RUBBER BAND ME TOO ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NANINA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3340971080847530622?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3340971080847530622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3340971080847530622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3340971080847530622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3340971080847530622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-mel-did-made-this-just-to-show-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SUnvxUvbslI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KEmW5sNXEno/s72-c/thank+you+mel!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-5397414327871825236</id><published>2008-12-18T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:23:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shine's on me.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;Shine&lt;/em&gt; until tomorrow. Let it be." - Let it be, The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song since primary 1? Every weekend, we would blast music on our hi-5 set. And I can remember this particular scene ever so clearly. Where my dad and I would be strumming and singing along to it. I reckon it's in the morning cos of those orangey looking rays of light streaming through my balcony windows, and he would be holding his cigarette in between his pinky and ring finger, and on the floor next to him, there laid all the ashes of his unattended-to cigarette. And we would repeat the chorus over and over again, and eventually, we'll end up bursting into laughter after finding it rather annoying. This was when I was 11. Now, i'm 15. Now that's 4 years ago, right? alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed those times. I really missed that dad. I could see how care-free we were. Where there were no financial problems for us, and where there were no academic/teenage life problems for me. Everything was a little less then perfect, which is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although my family's just the 3 of us. We're always doing our own stuff. And all dad has to say is, ' wake up guitar, sleep guitar. open eyes guitar, close eyes guitar.' Look, what have I got to do? What have you done to help me spend my time on what you call 'more productive things.' We haven't had a single meal outside as a family in years. We haven't gone for holiday since 2005. And I recall him being ever so proud mentioning me to his brothers and all, saying that I was exactly like him when he was young. Guitar and all. I was proud of playing that role. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, oh mother. Honestly, I don't really show that I appreciate her. I admit that I'm not really a good son to her. But then, she lets me out anytime. Cos she knows, I hate to be at home. All I have to do is tell her where I'm off to. She never gives me a curfew cos she knows I will come home. I can really feel the trust in her. I'm actually really grateful to have a mother like her. I wish she could read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This christmas, I want my family back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A family that eats together, stays together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people I eat with now are my friends. Speaking of friends, I think I've lost one. And it's not just anyone, it's Sherry. We've not spoken to each other for weeks. And if you're reading this, I'd like you to know that I'm really hurt. And after everything that we've been through, I can't believe that this actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the happy times we had together, where we went walking around looking for Herman's birthday present. How hungry we were and how the waitress at pizza hut looked at you when you ordered your second lasagne. The times we walked around penin looking at guitars. That bus ride home from AMK hub. How we came to school tgt in PE tshirt when everyone was supposed to be in red cos it was National day. That Einstein card! How you got all those people to come visit me cos I broke my toe. How we when around yishun looking for ice cream soda. I really could go on and on, but im just going to name afew though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse those sad moments. The times you called me when you were crying. The times you held my hands when I was crying. And this, when we were in sec 2. It was sometime during January. I was awfully sick with high fever, and it was also the day of the Cboys's soccer trials. I was in the canteen with sheril, with my head on the table and my eyes half open. And you came to my rescue, saying that you'll get to the nearest 7-11 to get me panadol. And you returned with panadol and a bottle of plain water. I was so thankful to have you, my bestfriend there. Where sheril was just there playing with my hair -.- Well, I'm sorry if you don't feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem so far eventhough you're at jalan kemuning. I wonder how things will be when you're in China. Well, yeah. I admit that you don't need me anymore. I admit that I'm not your bestie anymore. But why aren't you crying? When you lost Herman, you cried. I was there for you. I tried my very best to heal things. I comforted you, I wiped away your tears. And when it came to me, it's just silence. Am I not worth crying for? What am I then? Why Sherry, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why I didn't make the first move to talk to you first? It's fucking awkward okay. From a friendship that's so great, to something that's almost empty. I can't even think of anything to talk about. I really miss you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 6.21am now. I should get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5397414327871825236?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5397414327871825236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5397414327871825236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5397414327871825236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5397414327871825236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-when-night-is-cloudy-there-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-377248958260272452</id><published>2008-12-16T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:43:50.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was standing by my window just now, looking outside. And it's nice to see the birds swooping down infront of my window. I wish I knew how it's like to be like them, so free and stress-free at the same time. I wish my life's just like that. Beautiful aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-377248958260272452?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/377248958260272452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=377248958260272452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/377248958260272452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/377248958260272452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-standing-by-my-window-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1418687354523689567</id><published>2008-12-16T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:43:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, amirun's off on holiday. I wonder when I am going on a holiday? Hope he has a safe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what am I going to do till he's back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, the year 2009 is nearing. And I remember, about a year ago, how sad and reluctant I was to usher in the new year. Cos 2007 was too precious. It held tons of memories, both good and bad. And somehow, I knew what was in store for me in 2008. Heartbreaks, bad results, conflicts, everything bad came down hard on me. But apart from those, come on, we freaking played at the First Step Gig at The Substation! We played Tapestry'08; Vivo City, Heeren &amp;amp; Clark Quay Central! I'll have to admit, the good times in 2008 were great too. Not forgetting OLE 3. That was really a blast. The new people I've met in 2008, woah! they're the best. Especially at times like these, those people nvr failed to put a smile on my face. But then, I'm not trying to say that losing certain people in exchange for the new people are worth it? I don't and will never replace anyone. Except for gf's la. Haha. Cos you can only have one? But for friends, in general, every single one of you is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say stuff about that girl but then later she read so cannot. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy back to this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really want 2008 to end. But it's the Big O's next year! And I'm somehow looking forward to having more Ms Shoba lessons  next year *grins* I hate maths ah cher. haha somehow, I know that you teachers are reading this, so I'd like to say that I miss all of you! hehe 2 more weeks and all of you will see me again! ;D;D;D;D hahahahahhaha. I miss Ms Dianah and Cikgu Lizah laa. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty unlucky this days. Nvm Shaykh, hang in thereeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;My handphone's pretty silent too, MSG ME PPL! MSG ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;okay byeeeeeee ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1418687354523689567?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1418687354523689567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1418687354523689567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1418687354523689567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1418687354523689567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-amiruns-off-on-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-566189760566202365</id><published>2008-12-12T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:18:23.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's up with me these days? I really want to blurt everything out here. It's my blog anyway. But then, I wouldn't want anyone to be reading the things I have to say. Again, I'll keep everything to myself cos I don't really find anyone worthy of knowing. I really wish you'd know everything, but then, I'm pretty screwed myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been different without the big B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been praying for something, alot. For what? A girl. It's super obvious that's she's out of my league but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a whole load of stuff was here but I deleted it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nvm nvm nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-566189760566202365?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/566189760566202365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=566189760566202365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/566189760566202365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/566189760566202365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-up-with-me-these-days-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7813294691216673531</id><published>2008-12-11T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:25:47.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7813294691216673531?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7813294691216673531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7813294691216673531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7813294691216673531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7813294691216673531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6104284407116830193</id><published>2008-12-09T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. What the hell do you think I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6104284407116830193?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6104284407116830193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6104284407116830193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6104284407116830193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6104284407116830193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-9145021548917608917</id><published>2008-12-09T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:54:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent 5 mins thinking of how to start this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it goes. It's 2.23am now and my mind's tired. I've got tons of work left and they're due tmro. So this is sort of like my break-time. Blogging relaxes my mind somehow. Or is it the song I'm listening to right now that's doing all the magic? I woke up this morning, with something stuck in my head like a postpad. And it's what mim said while we were conversing over our brunch at pizza hut the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaykh, kau muka mcm nak kene sepak gitu abeh main guitar maot nak mampos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised something. YALAH THAT'S SO TRUE ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough bout that random shit.&lt;br /&gt;After the 'YALAH THAT'S SO TRUE' part, I had my shower. Then, got ready for prayers and headed downstairs. I'm lucky that the prayers for Hari Raya Haji is held a minute away from my block. The prayers lasted from 8.30am to 9.30. Reached home at 9.31am since it's only a minute away. HAHA KAY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell I did but I knew I fell asleep and woke up soon later with my house full of people cos irahh msged. Being the usual me, I just when outside to see everyone. I didn't salam my aunts and all cos I was lazy and cranky. Haha. Then had my lunch. When I walked back into my room, my uncles were all 'WAH~!' over my fender guitars. Like jakun you knowwwww. Then they commented stuff like, 'your room like recording studio ah.' Lame jokes lame malay uncles crack. hahahaha. But they're still family though. Talking bout family, I miss everyone from my dad's side. I really hope i get to see everyone on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the new people in my life, especially &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; Only after they appeared, I've been starting to feel like I actually mean something to someone. I used to feel so empty and easily forgotten. It's not that all of you mates treat me like that, it's just that &lt;strong&gt;handful&lt;/strong&gt;. It's amazing how easily I was cast aside. But it's okay, while I overcome all this shit, I'll be happily doing my own stuff and playing guitar ;D Like what someone said, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-9145021548917608917?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9145021548917608917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=9145021548917608917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9145021548917608917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9145021548917608917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-spent-5-mins-thinking-of-how-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2488452438595206378</id><published>2008-12-07T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:41:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day it's been. I slept at around 4 + am, and woke up at 10am thanks to my dear singer, mim -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wake up, I'm downstairs oready."&lt;br /&gt;"Huhhhhh.. I not yet bathe know."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya nvm la, just wash face can oready, follow me go civics and causeway point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I had my shower-.- ironed my shirt, and left. She waited for 30mins i guess? hahahahah. So brought my _____ to civics. I haven't thought of a name for it yet. Then we had brunch at pizza hut. Mim had to go off to work, so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played guitar guitar guitar. Then I wanted to hang-out so I asked Durrah out. So initially, it was the 2 of us at Starbucks, then Hydhir came, then Khairi came. WEBCAM-ED WITH MELLLLLLL ;DD huahuahua. I think I'm jakun you know. Was there from 5pm till 11pm. And yes, my butt hurts now that i'm sitting down infront of the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;My ANKLE HURTS. stupid matrep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tuesdayyyyyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2488452438595206378?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2488452438595206378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2488452438595206378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2488452438595206378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2488452438595206378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2940505589476334330</id><published>2008-12-03T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:16:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite, soccer was pretty alrite today. Won Broadrick Secondary with a score of 6-3. Scored 2 and I think I'm getting my form back despite my ankle. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having the urge to jamm alot, but looks like they're very busy with work and all. Faster laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming alot bout ghosts and whatnot lately. And the dream will always end with me either slapping or scolding the ghost :/ weird but recently, I've been told that I've got a job ( that wedding decor thing ) at a haunted block at bedok south. Shitz. It's on the 28th. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle still pain walao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2940505589476334330?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2940505589476334330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2940505589476334330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2940505589476334330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2940505589476334330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/alrite-soccer-was-pretty-alrite-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-401813587381948480</id><published>2008-12-01T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:26:43.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things just seem to good to be true eh? nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-401813587381948480?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/401813587381948480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=401813587381948480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/401813587381948480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/401813587381948480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-just-seem-to-good-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-725833593658264273</id><published>2008-11-30T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:55:46.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be a happy. But instead, I'm feeling downnnn and lowwww. Why why whyyyy? I'm so complicated inside, I don't even understand myself yknowwww. Geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from esplanade, and it was nice to see band's performing and all. When's my turn!?&lt;br /&gt;Wah. stress stress stress. I don't really enjoy soccer nowadays. For the first time in my whole life, I've gotten myself an ankle injury. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking broke too! And my next job's on the 19th and 20th. So till then, I'll be fasting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have soccer on monday and it's gonna be a draggggggg. I'm getting darker cos of it too. I should start using sun-screen for soccer ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats about all for now. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-725833593658264273?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/725833593658264273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=725833593658264273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/725833593658264273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/725833593658264273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-supposed-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7011370554773468063</id><published>2008-11-26T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:23:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people's info, my dad's the next Bill Gates. There wasn't anything wrong with the computer, yet he still wanted to 'fix' things and he ended up disconnecting the comp from the internet, and he panicked. So dear Bill Gates when to install some programme that was supposed to help, and now, we have to keep the modem on cos if we off it, all the settings get restored and we'll have to call singnet again and have them to guide us through fixing the problem again -.-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which part of his computer genius brain he used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got this job which requires me to use the internet and it's due this Friday. How the hell am I supposed to finish, when I've only started today? Wah thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been alrite I must say? Apart from those sad emotional moments here and there, I've got my fair share of joy and laughter too yknow. And I've finally recorded my song using mac. And now, we can finally have some progress in completing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact,&lt;br /&gt;we're looking for another guitarist and bassist. Note that, we're changing our sound to something more hardcore/postcore/progressive. Wanting individuals with commitment, passion and skill. Being able to compose is a plus. Oh yah, we want friendly people too. So, those interested, let me know. And it'll be a great favour if you readers could help spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah there's soccer tmro and I'd better get to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7011370554773468063?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7011370554773468063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7011370554773468063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7011370554773468063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7011370554773468063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-finally-back-online.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7654558441642234215</id><published>2008-11-20T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:08:42.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out something that made me feel bad. Ala Shaykh, come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7654558441642234215?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7654558441642234215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7654558441642234215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7654558441642234215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7654558441642234215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-out-something-that-made-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5631280096677063397</id><published>2008-11-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:37:32.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here, and my mind's just going bonkers. With the baby crying loudly in the background. Ergh. My house's been converted into a child care center. I can't play my electric guitar, I can't blast my music. I don't feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my careless free mind back, where I knew that I'll always have someone there for me. Now I'm just afraid. Scared. Stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I just found out, broke my heart into millions of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing after another, non-stop. What am I? I really need someone to talk to, but again, I'm freaking scared. And all I can do is vent myself on this pathetic blog of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5631280096677063397?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5631280096677063397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5631280096677063397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5631280096677063397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5631280096677063397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sitting-here-and-my-minds-just-going.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7116118827173564886</id><published>2008-11-17T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:13:56.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but, I think I suck. It's really shocking to see what stress does to people. And I'm stressed. And I think only certain people understand me now. And those are the people who don't judge at all. Those are the people who actually see what's good in me, rather than pick out on my messed up, bad outside. The most unexpected people. The most far away person. The most... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downer than down now and I just can't help it. I need to cry, and I need someone. Someone which I don't think I'll ever have again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7116118827173564886?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7116118827173564886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7116118827173564886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7116118827173564886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7116118827173564886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-why-but-i-think-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8180477039432942184</id><published>2008-11-15T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:43:58.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from chalet and it was great. Been a long time since I've thought about this but yeah, I really miss 2E3'07. The bond we shared, unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMAN&lt;/span&gt;, yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Life really is funny now. I think alot and I get pretty disorientated alot too. I wonder if you'd remember me by then. I hope hope hope you do :( Cos nth's really like you. Cos you're special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in town in around 3 hours time to collect my long awaited ipod. Thank god Apple got me a new one. And it won't be called that lame/stupid/idiotic name anymore basically cos it's not that old one anymore :) Shall think about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been witnessing so many problems and conflicts recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't they just end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8180477039432942184?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8180477039432942184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8180477039432942184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8180477039432942184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8180477039432942184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-chalet-and-it-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-2984074379725084741</id><published>2008-11-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pisces-&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful motivator for you isn't your ambition -- it's your emotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my Horoscope today. I really think its true you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-2984074379725084741?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2984074379725084741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=2984074379725084741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2984074379725084741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/2984074379725084741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/pisces-most-powerful-motivator-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-8818218201421147005</id><published>2008-11-10T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:26:22.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm lost in my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8818218201421147005?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8818218201421147005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8818218201421147005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8818218201421147005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8818218201421147005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-lost-in-my-own-life.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5827079928544651348</id><published>2008-11-07T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:51:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music: Three Stars by Deputy Siren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun yesterday with amirunneh. We went to that new swimming complex in Sengkang. After that, headed to Compass Point cos I was craving for KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I ate yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm; Rice and Squid Sambal&lt;br /&gt;6pm; 3 piece chicken meal&lt;br /&gt;8pm; Chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the chicken rice eventhough I was freaking full know! Cos Amirun's parents wanted me to have dinner at their place, it wouldn't be nice if I didn't atleast have some riteeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work in 20mins time, so I'll be stuffing my ears with as much music till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again sooooooooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5827079928544651348?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5827079928544651348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5827079928544651348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5827079928544651348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5827079928544651348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-three-stars-by-deputy-siren-had.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-9207717013239341182</id><published>2008-11-05T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:09:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRNI SUSIYANTI :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really having a hard time thinking, all I can say is, thanks for everything you've done for me. I really appreciate everything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm having a really bad headache. And I vomited when I reached home. I'm really prone to getting sick eh? I feel really bad cos I didn't wish Irni at midnight. So sorry okay, I know it'll be like pulling a fast one but my headache is just too bad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2 today. I really needed to recuperate especially cos I had only 3 hours of proper sleep the night before. Met up with mim and qerl at 4. Walked around cp to get some stuffs, and headed back to my place for a grandeur lights's session. It's been long since we last played together. We left to get food at the pasar malam since we were all hungry. Met fee after that, and hanged out till 11.45. Thanks for the head massage fee, felt a lil bit better. I reached home, then straight away went to the toilet to vomit 0.0 then my head started killing me. And now, IT'S STILL KILLING ME. I have soccer later at 8. Die die die. *********************** I just vomited again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. I can't really remember but it was something about all the computers and technology in the world disappearing. Weird, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-9207717013239341182?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9207717013239341182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=9207717013239341182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9207717013239341182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/9207717013239341182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/firstly-happy-birthday-irni-susiyanti.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7525047180435808308</id><published>2008-11-02T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:55:20.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264089229727158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQ3NQ5vY0iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gt-MevfESWU/s320/amirun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find this really really funny I have no idea why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7525047180435808308?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7525047180435808308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7525047180435808308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7525047180435808308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7525047180435808308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQ3NQ5vY0iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gt-MevfESWU/s72-c/amirun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-7877659727903990609</id><published>2008-11-01T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:45:16.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awwwww. I'm feeling down down down down down.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from IMM. This time, I went with mim(again) cos she wanted to go Daiso shopping. Qerl weak ah, don't want to follow. It could have been a Grandeur Lights outing ^^ haha! Walked around Daiso and I saw this sketch book. I got it. Walked around Daiso and I saw this yellow belt. I got it. They're only $2 anyway. And both items are much much much expensive outside. We love Daiso ^^ hahahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went to LJS for dinner eventhough I already had mine. There was this old lady infront of us who was having hearing difficulties. Here are some parts of the conversation between her and the girl at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'is that all?'&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;'Is That All?'&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;'IS THAT ALL?'&lt;br /&gt;'yah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I burst into laughter and the girl at the counter exchanged looks and smiles with me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another one. As she was handing the food items to her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;'THANK YOU!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laugh and laugh and laugh again. hahahahhaa. Then we got served at the next counter by another guy and that girl was like 'is that all-ing' us and 'thank you-ing' us eventhough she's doing another counter. hahahah. cute cute thing today. Her name's Nana btw. hehe saw her name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mim and me wanted to say goodbye to her when we were leaving but she was in the kitchen so yeah, nvm lah. haha. Then we walked and walked and walked around IMM again. And we saw this sticker machine. $1 for 'cool' stickers. There were like those 'keep out' sign ones and all. So dear mim, being a fan of signs when to have a go and she got a dora the explorer one. So much for 'keep out'. hahahhahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging made me feel better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7877659727903990609?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7877659727903990609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7877659727903990609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7877659727903990609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7877659727903990609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/awwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6483757409671311591</id><published>2008-10-30T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:58:59.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad's somewhat beside me now, so I'm not really going to blog cos he's such a busybody but what I must say is that I had a blast today. Will elaborate a.s.a.p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6483757409671311591?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6483757409671311591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6483757409671311591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6483757409671311591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6483757409671311591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dads-somewhat-beside-me-now-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6908802160338157910</id><published>2008-10-28T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:51.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time and time again, my friends will always be the ones waking me up from sleep. Imagine waking up to this,'ZZRRRRRRTTTTT ZZZZRTTTTTTTTTTT ZRRRTTTTT.' It's really annoying I tell you. Haha. And it's even more annoying when they asked to meet in 45mins time. Normally, the first thing I do when wake up from sleep is plug in my guitar and rock! Let my neighbours know that I've awaken from my beauty sleep. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and all, and I ended up late. Met up with my guy mates and we eventually decided on a movie 'Max Payne' so just go lah. hehe. And it's pretty forgettable? We didn't utter a word about the movie after it ended -.- i give it a 6/10. Although it was action packed? Haha nevermind, watch it and tell me about what you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirun followed me home and we played PS2 and guitar and just chilled out. He left at around 5.30pm and I'm alone till now -.- and I will be until 11 plus, as usual. Boring life eyyy. Amirun just said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amirunneh. the dim of the soft lights. says:&lt;br /&gt;i was cracking jokes with my siblings&lt;br /&gt;Amirunneh. the dim of the soft lights. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Shaykh says:&lt;br /&gt;lolll&lt;br /&gt;Shaykh says:&lt;br /&gt;best ehh ada siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww. I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Tmro's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer at 10am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths remedial if im not tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out with Melda. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up that songggggg!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah that's about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hungry again! I've yet to get my hands on a mcspicy! Talking about mcspicy, I ate 2 double cheeseburgers today and 2 plates of rice. I'm determined to put on weight! wthhhhh. Eversince I fell sick that day, I lost 3kg knowww. So, I have to gain 5kg in return. muahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayyyy I'm done :) Going to go eat now, again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6908802160338157910?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6908802160338157910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6908802160338157910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6908802160338157910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6908802160338157910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-and-time-again-my-friends-will.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6457197170003402073</id><published>2008-10-28T01:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:49:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from IKEA! hehehe. Mim and me met up at causeway point and took 168 to Tampines Mall first since mim wanted to get some polaroid thingy. And I wanted to go to that Apple shop to enquire regarding my spoilt Ipod. There aren't any photos from Tampines Mall cos we were rushing for time as IKEA closes at 10pm. Took the free shuttle bus there. Some pics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxODchtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KtmzTtViklM/s1600-h/DSCN0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895159726769874" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxODchtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KtmzTtViklM/s200/DSCN0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxdYn4BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PaGOSYgIUaY/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895163842125842" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxdYn4BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PaGOSYgIUaY/s200/DSCN0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYByKjyxdI/AAAAAAAAALE/iTvKZ-885wg/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895175968572882" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYByKjyxdI/AAAAAAAAALE/iTvKZ-885wg/s200/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYByF-vlrI/AAAAAAAAALM/IKKlfc9CxzI/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895174739433138" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYByF-vlrI/AAAAAAAAALM/IKKlfc9CxzI/s200/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxxKu0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xg7g0bVHcOY/s1600-h/DSCN0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895169152570146" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxxKu0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xg7g0bVHcOY/s200/DSCN0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYCNmjkkcI/AAAAAAAAALU/6CZ60S5PHkU/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895647340302786" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYCNmjkkcI/AAAAAAAAALU/6CZ60S5PHkU/s200/DSCN0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures did the talking. Yes, we were engaged in unruly teenage past-times. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, WE LOVE IKEA. heh heh hehhhhh. Thanks mim, for saving my life from the evil clutches of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYCNoi9qTI/AAAAAAAAALc/VsWX8YYc44g/s1600-h/DSCN0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261895647874623794" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYCNoi9qTI/AAAAAAAAALc/VsWX8YYc44g/s200/DSCN0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed to the 7-11 at GIANT to get some food stuffs and we headed back to woodlands. And after alighting, we saw this.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYFqHwLdNI/AAAAAAAAALk/8AedcAV-kaU/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899435822773458" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYFqHwLdNI/AAAAAAAAALk/8AedcAV-kaU/s200/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were like 'is he dead?' or stuff like that. But as we approached him, the strong smell of alcohol made us go 'aiya, just another drunk bangla.' hahaha. And we didn't realise the vomit on the floor next to him until we snapped the pic. So yeah, enough bout the banglah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now about annoying mini minahs. We were heading up the over-head bridge when we realise some mini minahs staring at us. So mim being her usual self went something like 'apa tengok tengok?'(see what see?)  ('mau bebual pe? meh sini, meh naik') HAHAHAHAHAHA ahaha. And they gave us that stupid look. Then they (2 of them) started shouting at us from below with their mini voices. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went into this coffeeshop toilet to fix our hair, guess what. The mini minahs came in lah sial! AHAHA. The toilet's this open concept so the sinks are shared. And she was like 'alamak'. And I gave her the what you want look. And guess again, they DISAPPEARED. We were looking for them but they were nowhere in sight. hehe. We walked to 888 and took a bus to Admiralty to hang out at Mac since we were both bored. Crapped here and there. Mim took the last train home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's another story, you know about my dream the other day. When I left home to meet mim, 'she' was outside my lift when I was in the lift. Want to know the full story ask me alrite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I'm hungry again and I'm gonna be broke because I have to blanje mim 2 jamming sessions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6457197170003402073?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6457197170003402073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6457197170003402073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6457197170003402073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6457197170003402073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back-from-ikea-hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SQYBxODchtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KtmzTtViklM/s72-c/DSCN0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-8303618253219843644</id><published>2008-10-27T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:32:10.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible.</title><content type='html'>Today's been a real drag. Woke up at around 1pm+. Amirun suggested to go for swimming at Sengkang but the weather just didn't allow us to. Let me summarise today in a few words. Cold, boring and long. Was just lying down in my room and for what seemed like an hour or so, it was actually only 20mins -.- Thank god my dad's finish with the computer so I'm able to use it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new Ipod, mines so sucky and they've even stopped production for my model. So it's obvious that there certainly something wrong with it. What a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for the past few days have been a real emotional ride. Lol. Lot's of good, bad, funny, ugly, frightening stuffs happened. There's this really disturbing incident. I was asleep when I started to dream of myself in this very dark, grassy secluded area. And someone was whispering my name. And then when I turned, the pontiponti was there grinning away at me. Then I sort of like jumped out of my sleep. Then I remembered a saying that goes something like, ' if you dream about it, means it's nearby.' -.- greatttttt. haha. So I just went back to sleep. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2FBzemSOtf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2FBzemSOtf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chayapa/music/0kfKb435/muse_justin_timberlake_sexymassive_black_hole/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're interested in something cool, hit play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh boy it's great to be back and blogging. I'm now alone at home and I will be till 11pm+. I really want to go out, so if you're interested in going out with dear Shaykh, please do text him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, byeeeee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-8303618253219843644?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8303618253219843644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=8303618253219843644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8303618253219843644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/8303618253219843644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/invincible.html' title='Invincible.'/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5666206708705123685</id><published>2008-10-27T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:41:45.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, a new blogskin and I promise! I'll blog often. The reason why I didn't really blog that much in the past is mainly cos I was sick of the old blogskin. And it sort of like spoils the mood you know. It's 2.38 am now and I'm really really reallyyyyy tired. But, I'm not going to sleep just yet cos I've got a new song! Em, E flat, Dm, Am ;D You people out there better not steal my ideas ehhh! They might sound strange when they're strummed, but try plucking them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload a photo, butttt blogger's been giving loads of problems with the image uploader so I'll just skip this time round yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5666206708705123685?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5666206708705123685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5666206708705123685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5666206708705123685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5666206708705123685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-new-blogskin-and-i-promise-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4091407690360797583</id><published>2008-10-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:32:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how happy the other side of the world is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4091407690360797583?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4091407690360797583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4091407690360797583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4091407690360797583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4091407690360797583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-wondered-how-happy-other.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5116489700897492577</id><published>2008-10-21T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:23:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH SHIT I MISSED MY BIO SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it, was having a really bad headache in the morning, so I just went back to sleep after waking up. But I think I'm gonna have to drop bio if I'd want to do better in the rest. It's too hard lah! SO, next year's plan, all the free periods I get from dropping bio, I'll work on my combined sciences. Come on Shaykh, have some self motivation. I'm in this alone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog. WAH it's really dead. People who read, plsplsplsplspslpslsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls tag laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Omg I sound so despo. The counter is rising, but there aren't any tags.&lt;br /&gt;Why why why??? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy laaaa. Going off to sleep now, nitenite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5116489700897492577?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5116489700897492577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5116489700897492577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5116489700897492577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5116489700897492577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-shit-i-missed-my-bio-spa.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-1820426123826749920</id><published>2008-10-19T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:55:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from chalet and it was fun lah. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really too lazy to elaborate and all. I really want a new Ipod cos my nano's spoilt. It's really pathetic, I knowwww. I've been in 'silence' for so long now and I'm really craving for music on the go. I know my phone's a walkman one but not syiok lah! Hahahaha. I'm so used to the sound quality of an Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, I'm going to have to TRY to save up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many things in life, I just had to let them be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-1820426123826749920?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1820426123826749920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=1820426123826749920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1820426123826749920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/1820426123826749920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back-from-chalet-and-it-was-fun-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-216359722007153093</id><published>2008-10-16T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:02:56.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REBEKAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHI JIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;JUST SIMPLY ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's really that simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-216359722007153093?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/216359722007153093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=216359722007153093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/216359722007153093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/216359722007153093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/rebekah-lee-shi-jia-awesome-just-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-4679702329123960518</id><published>2008-10-16T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:36:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's the end of today. Despite having had alot of fun just now, I'm feeling really down now.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea at all as to why I'm feeling this way. There's just something. I hope soul searching helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for raya this year, what's happening to my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I return to an empty home. And the thought that the cat never fails to welcome me home all the time somehow touches me alot. People may think that I'm lucky to be the only child and all. At first, when i had someone. I didn't really feel that lonely cos of the love I've been getting. And eversince things changed, I really feel the pinch now. The feeling of being alone. Where my phone's been very strangely quiet. Where going out helps me flee from all of the silence. I long to stay outside with my friends cos they have been what I call family to me, lively and loving, caring and sharing. Results as usual, are really bad. Honestly, I have no motivation, being left alone everyday. I do realise that I have to buck up and all, but i need guidance. I need confidance too. Alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, the way you just vanished. You actually had the heart to do that. And all I did was be patient. I wonder why I'm being treated like that. Karma? Not really. I know myself. I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-4679702329123960518?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4679702329123960518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=4679702329123960518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4679702329123960518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/4679702329123960518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-its-end-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-5073762396875367553</id><published>2008-10-06T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:38:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SHERRY OOI XING YAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253939492338891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SOm-IbhBejI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r3mVYjoHDjU/s320/769442363l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my hair, walaoweyyyyy. hehehe. Now, I can't even get it close to that cos our sideburns aren't allowed pass the ear. What's happening to AI?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiman, eventhough I don't really know you that well, I just want to say that your wonderful family and friends will always treasure you in their hearts. Mdm Sanisah, your mother, was an awesome teacher. Imagine getting me from a failure to an 'A' for my PSLE malay. That's what I call dedication. And I'm sure she isn't any less dedicated as a parent. My prayers for you and your family. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sherry, where's your bestfriend? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IM HEREEEE ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-5073762396875367553?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5073762396875367553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=5073762396875367553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5073762396875367553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/5073762396875367553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/firstly-i-miss-sherry-ooi-xing-yan.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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/_eWQmQxvghsQ/SOm-IbhBejI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r3mVYjoHDjU/s72-c/769442363l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371725476932080809.post-3664415919255347361</id><published>2008-09-28T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:40:26.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That riff I made, it keeps on manipulating itself in my head. And before I knew it, It was a full 2 minutes plus of something I can call my own :) Mim and Joshy! Must listen to it soon kay, I'll confirm the parts and all. I can assure you guys that it's not typical 'singapore' material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days's been pretty confusing. Unexpected things keep popping out infront of me. I'm feeling as though it was just yesterday that I thought EOY was 2 weeks away. And now, it's tmro. I AM NOT READY AT ALL, I AM NOT PREPARED AND I'M NOT MOTIVATED. Aiyoyoyoyoyo. Hard la like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the second last day of the fasting month :))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll finally be having breakfast and lunch again veryyyy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone, GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EOY'S AND O'S :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3664415919255347361?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3664415919255347361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3664415919255347361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3664415919255347361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3664415919255347361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-riff-i-made-it-keeps-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-3502787254786626065</id><published>2008-09-21T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:46:15.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeahhhh. What a day it's been. It's the first time, and it was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahua. So today, met her at 2. Did some studying and all. And we talked and talked and talked and talked. Hehe. Left for causeway point at around 6+ and finally settled down at KFC. I just wanna tell you that I had a great time yawwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH I SAW HERMAN ON TV. hehehehehhee. He was touching his nose so frequently as though those malay words would drop out of them nostrils ;) hahaaaa. Nvm dude, I suck in malay too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite then, just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;Byebyeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awwwww. I miss you already, girl ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-3502787254786626065?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3502787254786626065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=3502787254786626065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3502787254786626065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/3502787254786626065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-586255556394305154</id><published>2008-09-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:53:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just glad i've got you now, girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-586255556394305154?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/586255556394305154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=586255556394305154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/586255556394305154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/586255556394305154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-just-glad-ive-got-you-now-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-6451767998525543703</id><published>2008-09-16T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:26:32.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The things that I never wanted to happen to you, they just unfold before my eyes. And I'm helpless, to the extend that all I can do is watch. And I must admit, it really does hurt knowing that you deserve so much better, knowing that there is better. I was never selfish. I let you live your life, and the only reason why I allowed myself to do that, was cos I only wanted you to be happy. I was determined to bare the somewhat pain. But now, I'm starting to regret that decision, cos you fell out of that happiness. I really wish it lasted for you. I wish it was enough to make you satisfied and contented. But no. And now, I wish you didn't have to go the hard way. But it was partially my fault, you know why. I'll try to, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 100th post so far.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the LONG break, life's been a bore these days so I hope you all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-6451767998525543703?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6451767998525543703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=6451767998525543703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6451767998525543703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/6451767998525543703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-i-never-wanted-to-happen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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-6371725476932080809.post-7747301488841411050</id><published>2008-09-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:57:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;I missed baybeats! hahaha. But its okayyy, I went last year, and there's always next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of the fasting month, and thank god, it wasn't as hard as I thought it will normally be. I woke up at 9.50am, then rushed to school for chem remedial, YESSAH I UNDERSTAND. Hehehe. Went to SAFRA for pool, and I think I'm really going to be sick of it oready. 4HOURS OF POOL. hahahha. But we had fun, all 5 of us. Me, Amirun, Hisyam, Eileen and Sharul. Thanks for the great day guys. Imagine, 4hours of not feeling hungry cos you were busy having fun. So after that, we cabbed down to causeway point and went to the bazaar to get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh. I'm so tireddddddd. Stand stand stand stand stand for 4 hours -.- Okayyyyy around 10mins to makan timeeee! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to SHERRY's BIRTHDAYYYYYYY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371725476932080809-7747301488841411050?l=shaykhshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7747301488841411050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371725476932080809&amp;postID=7747301488841411050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7747301488841411050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371725476932080809/posts/default/7747301488841411050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaykhshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god-i-missed-baybeats-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>shaykh, location-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889715606974126887</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>
