<?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-22922203</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:54:10.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shamau</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5032643232566976556</id><published>2010-11-20T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:48:15.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back on the blog</title><content type='html'>My dear friends and family, Hope you all are doing great by the grace of almighty god. I have been extremely busy and engaged in several work related activities, and it did not allow me to write this blog, for more than a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;But, i have already planned to get back to blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Insha Allah I will start to write very soon.  During the past days, i have gathered a lot of valuable information which i will share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will all like my blog, and do hope the information i post here would be of great use.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5032643232566976556?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5032643232566976556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5032643232566976556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5032643232566976556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5032643232566976556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-be-back-on-blog.html' title='Will be back on the blog'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5882310700396123612</id><published>2009-01-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:42:34.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5882310700396123612?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5882310700396123612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5882310700396123612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5882310700396123612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5882310700396123612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-1845397649234867171</id><published>2008-09-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:33:11.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><content type='html'>im back on the blog after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHeerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-1845397649234867171?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/1845397649234867171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=1845397649234867171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/1845397649234867171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/1845397649234867171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-3808648188428172306</id><published>2007-10-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:49:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month...</title><content type='html'>Ramazan also passed, and i had a checklist of things to do. I have tried hard,but progress is very slow. But i still have hope. I will succeed. Im so much better in health now. And basically im getting back on the track. I have started gaining weight now...will get back to this blog soon. meantime, you all tc. Cheerz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-3808648188428172306?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/3808648188428172306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=3808648188428172306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3808648188428172306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3808648188428172306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-month.html' title='Another month...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-4473119948516908729</id><published>2007-09-27T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:22:53.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new begining....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been feeling down for quite a sometime. My health has been down for sometime too. After a few days, I am feeling a lot better. My meal skipping is no more. I take good meals everyday. I take at least 1100 calories daily. In addition I have been taking vitamin and mineral supplements in order to gain a few more weight and I have also decided to work out on some exercises for 30 minutes daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As my busy bee days are no more, I have also decided to start working like before. These past few months I have been 24/7 home doing nothing. But now I plan to start spending my time on something valuable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In order to build my faith, I have also decided to pray all five prayers daily and recite the holy Quran at least every other day. And everyday during the Ramadan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Building family relations, I also plan to meet my family more frequently. I haven’t visited or met my family for a long time. I haven’t even gone for family gatherings much. I feel guilty about this. But I hope to undo all this and become a true family member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meeting friends, I haven’t been going out with my friends for a long time. I have been a very close friend to a lot of people out there. I met them very often and had a lot of fun and remarkable memories too. I plan to go out and become more social from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life will be much better once I complete all these important dynamics of my life. And as always I will try to catch my dreams till I die. I have a lot of ambitions, all I need is to put more effort and achieve all my goals. It’s nothing hard for me; I know I can do it. I have always been achieving what I want in life, and I will do it. “Nihil Labore Dificile” (Nothing is impossible with hard work) I still keep in mind the motto of my school – Majeediyya. It will never be forgotten. I can do this, and will do this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-4473119948516908729?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/4473119948516908729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=4473119948516908729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4473119948516908729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4473119948516908729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-begining.html' title='a new begining....'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-6511148155948435839</id><published>2007-09-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:15:10.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee! and Not</title><content type='html'>I did my master health checkup at the Apollo hospitals, Srilanka, and did almost all the body function and chemical inbalance tests and found that i am medically stated fit, and theres no problem within my whole body. As i stillwas worried about what has been happening to me, i wanted an explanation for this, and was waiting till the physician comments, right after the consultation and reviewing my medical reports, the Doctor sent me to a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;The Psychiatrist questioned me about my life, and my medical history, and at the same time he referred to my medical history files at the same hospital.(i registered at Apollo since they opened) and after all that he confirmed that i was undergoing depression.&lt;br /&gt;And what i am going through is called "Post Viral Depression", which is a moderate type of depression caused as an after effect of a viral fever to very few people. I went through Chikungunya begining of this year. So here i am, finally i found my problem, and all my worries are gone. And all i have to do is take this tablet daily for six months. the doctor says i will be fine in two weeks time, and completely normal in six months time.So i guess im fine in average.&lt;br /&gt;So here i go ...am flying to male' tonight. Cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-6511148155948435839?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/6511148155948435839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=6511148155948435839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6511148155948435839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6511148155948435839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/09/yipee-and-not.html' title='Yipee! and Not'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-3788960513725984034</id><published>2007-09-01T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:37:35.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing Weight- my worst problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtmxUqfT0XI/AAAAAAAAADA/MXBFVBHjwro/s1600-h/slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105306621162279282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtmxUqfT0XI/AAAAAAAAADA/MXBFVBHjwro/s320/slim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the begining of this year (2007) i have been a victim of loosing weight. I consulted so many doctors and they couldnt figure out why. All they said was it is just malnutrition. I never was concerned about this much, until i noticed that i have lost 14 Kg's in just 2 months. It is something seriouse. I never missed a meal for the past few months. I have been taking absolutely the right nutritious meals for the past few months. And ive been taking Vitamins and mineral supplements. But with all these, it never gained me a single weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks, i have been experiancing blackouts and blood pressure change. So i consulted a physician and took advice. They took two extractions of blood in order to do some tests. And with the results it indicated nothing visually harmful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the doctor says i have the symptoms which is also some symptoms of a specific Cancer, but it is not confirmed, so the doctor adviced me to take some examinations soon to check and confirm. Ever since i heared this im stressed and really worried. I feel very weak. and still there is no change in my body. I still get dizzy and feel the blood pressure change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who know me would know my personality. I am very much changed, i can feel it. Lately i have been very moody, and get angry easily for even no reason. I dont know why. I hate this character of mine now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorow night im leaving to Colombo for the full medical examination. Till then i have nothing else to say to all of you. If the results are positive, well, i dont know what will happen next. And if the results are negative, i will be very happy and will try to get a normal healthy life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to get back to blogging when i finish the medical examinations. I serously wont want anything worst. Even now im feeling vomitish. You all Take care. Till then, Bye for now...... "Shamau"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-3788960513725984034?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/3788960513725984034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=3788960513725984034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3788960513725984034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3788960513725984034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/09/loosing-weight-my-worst-problem.html' title='Loosing Weight- my worst problem.'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtmxUqfT0XI/AAAAAAAAADA/MXBFVBHjwro/s72-c/slim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-2562862606910951197</id><published>2007-08-29T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:58:25.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golhaa face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtWzeqfT0WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vysYxiEShjU/s1600-h/100_8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104183092077384034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtWzeqfT0WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vysYxiEShjU/s400/100_8945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heres a pic of my lil bro doing his golhaaboa face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GOLHAABOA ISTHIUFAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-2562862606910951197?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/2562862606910951197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=2562862606910951197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2562862606910951197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2562862606910951197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/golhaa-face.html' title='Golhaa face'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RtWzeqfT0WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vysYxiEShjU/s72-c/100_8945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5394569416332874992</id><published>2007-08-24T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:29:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rs9NeqfT0VI/AAAAAAAAACw/VbZVl9jli_E/s1600-h/saving+srilankan+seaturtles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102382092031086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rs9NeqfT0VI/AAAAAAAAACw/VbZVl9jli_E/s400/saving+srilankan+seaturtles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Jenny took this pic of mine in Srilanka. It was night and we were at the beach, with some more friends. And whoo......there were these cute little ones....newly hatched from their eggs, and finding its way to the sea..the sound was loud and the lights was soo bright, and the baby turtles got confused where the sea was...so we took them and exposed to the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thanks to Jenny for taking this pic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5394569416332874992?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5394569416332874992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5394569416332874992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5394569416332874992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5394569416332874992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-rescue.html' title='To the Rescue'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rs9NeqfT0VI/AAAAAAAAACw/VbZVl9jli_E/s72-c/saving+srilankan+seaturtles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-2235086319049164759</id><published>2007-08-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:58:04.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrouORVGSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/9K755CIkzP8/s1600-h/dhoothicardfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096436751028079362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrouORVGSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/9K755CIkzP8/s400/dhoothicardfront.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a handmade wedding invitation card which i made for a very close friend of mine. Its made of different types of paper and some flower accesories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-2235086319049164759?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/2235086319049164759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=2235086319049164759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2235086319049164759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2235086319049164759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-invitation.html' title='Wedding Invitation'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrouORVGSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/9K755CIkzP8/s72-c/dhoothicardfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-8982060264358294425</id><published>2007-08-07T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:39:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rri7exVGSuI/AAAAAAAAACY/nH3dm2pAxKk/s1600-h/scotland+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096029115682015970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rri7exVGSuI/AAAAAAAAACY/nH3dm2pAxKk/s200/scotland+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the more I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Every single Day,&lt;br /&gt;Every single Hour,&lt;br /&gt;Every single Minute,&lt;br /&gt;And every single second,&lt;br /&gt;Time for me is enemy now,&lt;br /&gt;Offending me with so slow ticks,&lt;br /&gt;Rising up everyday has gone,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like waking up at all,&lt;br /&gt;Just another few days left,&lt;br /&gt;Gust of time just bugs me still,&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of thirty first of August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-8982060264358294425?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/8982060264358294425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=8982060264358294425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/8982060264358294425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/8982060264358294425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rri7exVGSuI/AAAAAAAAACY/nH3dm2pAxKk/s72-c/scotland+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-4736448992204190593</id><published>2007-08-03T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:14:16.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married?is all i hear these day...</title><content type='html'>I have been witnessing a lot of wedding celebrations throughout my life. I never knew much about this marriage thing till i was 14.  Now that i have been thinking about this issue so much,im having this big Q' flowing in my mind. Whats the difference of getting married or living together. Well, i dont know. All my friends are getting married now. Im the only one left now. Im single in that case, But im comitted in a relationship with the &lt;strong&gt;best girl in the whole world&lt;/strong&gt;. She is just the type ive been waiting for all my life. It has been months for our relation but its like ive known her all my life. She shares every detailed bit of her life with me. She cares to the fullest extent. And she gives me all her love. And she loves me for who i am, and not for what i am. I never ever experienced the joy of a relation till i met her. And ever since we met we have been experiencing something very unique. That is we get &lt;strong&gt;telepathy&lt;/strong&gt; so much, even when we are in different places with so much difference in time. well, i believe its something which happens to get to soulmates. And maybe we are this generations soulmates. I love her so much, and I dont know how to explain how much i miss her when shes not around. Even a single day,24 hours for me is like a year long when shes not around. And with all my closest friends and family around i dont feel like they are helping me feel better. I feel so lonely when i dont see her in every single blink of my eyes. But thats not possible, i cant help, and thats not the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all this,and so many Q's running in my mind. I am thinking about getting married. But, i dont know whether its too early. But since all my friends are getting married this issue is disturbing me. I know we are both on standby mode. I mean we can get married whenever we decide to. We know about each other in very detail. And we know that we can share a lifelong relation. and we understand each others feeling so much.So i guess we are ready for a marriage. But people who are married, can you all tell me how hard or easy it is to get married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-4736448992204190593?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/4736448992204190593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=4736448992204190593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4736448992204190593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4736448992204190593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-marriedis-all-i-hear-these-day.html' title='Getting Married?is all i hear these day...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-7095617130611047986</id><published>2007-08-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:36:37.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIss you soo much love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrORvhVGStI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SawRIX2fmpg/s1600-h/missingyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094575849072904914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrORvhVGStI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SawRIX2fmpg/s400/missingyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-7095617130611047986?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/7095617130611047986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=7095617130611047986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/7095617130611047986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/7095617130611047986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-you-soo-much-love.html' title='MIss you soo much love'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RrORvhVGStI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SawRIX2fmpg/s72-c/missingyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5975513606015677456</id><published>2007-07-29T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:10:58.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>My love has gone for a month...She went to spend some time with her parents. Its just a matter of a few days. But for me its going to be like a million years. I dont know how i can get through, but i will try to survive. Because i love her very much. I hope she returns back safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azha,I love you soo much...&amp;amp; you take good care of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5975513606015677456?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5975513606015677456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5975513606015677456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5975513606015677456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5975513606015677456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/07/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-730465838155669130</id><published>2007-06-28T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:22:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youngest Bro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RoQmL1kawrI/AAAAAAAAACI/jkcQ0v-SMPY/s1600-h/untitleddfgdfgrety.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081228264381006514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RoQmL1kawrI/AAAAAAAAACI/jkcQ0v-SMPY/s320/untitleddfgdfgrety.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my youngest bro,&lt;br /&gt;He brings joy to our home,&lt;br /&gt;He's the knot that ties us all,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and joy is all he gives,&lt;br /&gt;Timeless hours he likes to share,&lt;br /&gt;Runs throughout the house merrily,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling face keeps him happily,&lt;br /&gt;He learns everybit he sees,&lt;br /&gt;And does it whenever he feels,&lt;br /&gt;Hes another sailor onboard,&lt;br /&gt;Someday another Captain onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Love you and miss you very much when you are out of town~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-730465838155669130?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/730465838155669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=730465838155669130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/730465838155669130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/730465838155669130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-youngest-bro.html' title='My Youngest Bro...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RoQmL1kawrI/AAAAAAAAACI/jkcQ0v-SMPY/s72-c/untitleddfgdfgrety.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5107320289223823698</id><published>2007-06-18T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:53:48.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RnZyLtRZokI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYVupBdnlnk/s1600-h/bs00847_.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077371175363519042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RnZyLtRZokI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYVupBdnlnk/s200/bs00847_.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take a few minutes to read these few lines, which I think is very important to keep in mind. Time management is of great importance to your personal and career success.&lt;br /&gt;The clock will run till the battery is worn out. This is just like you. You live your life, till you die. So, Time is limited. Time is a very special resource which you cannot store it or save it for later. Everyone gets the exact same amount of time each and every day. If you don't use your time wisely, you can never get it back. Time is scarce. Most people feel like they have too much to do and not enough time. Lack of time is blamed for everything like too much stress, bad relationships, and even an unfulfilled life. Time management helps you use the time that you do have in better ways. You need time to get what you want out of life. You need time to do almost anything worthwhile in life. Waiting for more free time is a loosing game that almost never results in getting time for what you want. You need to learn how to make time for the things that are important to you. Even if you can only afford to give a small amount of time each week to your goals, you'd be surprised at how much progress you can make. Prioritize what you want to do and follow that. You can accomplish more with less effort. When you become more productive using improved time management skills, you can accomplish more with less effort. Reducing wasted time and effort gives you even more productive time throughout the day. Both of these allow you to make time for a wide range of activities that bring more balance and fulfillment to your life. Too many choices. In this day and age, there are so many ways you can spend your time, so you need some sort of plan to make intelligent choices and good moves. Time management helps you make conscious choices so you can spend more of your time doing things that are important and valuable to you.&lt;br /&gt;So in whatever you do, remember that time is the most important factor for you. GoodLuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5107320289223823698?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5107320289223823698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5107320289223823698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5107320289223823698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5107320289223823698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-management.html' title='Time Management'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RnZyLtRZokI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TYVupBdnlnk/s72-c/bs00847_.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5497998235233951130</id><published>2007-05-03T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:09:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rjpb53zoupI/AAAAAAAAABk/E7a798cO5co/s1600-h/DSC01130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060458181095373458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rjpb53zoupI/AAAAAAAAABk/E7a798cO5co/s320/DSC01130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few days of planning i finally managed to give my girlfriend a very surprising birthday party. It was a small house party but, i managed to decorate the place, and arrange the cake and other short eats... while i was with her. It was a tough job, coz all night i was with her,right next to her. My lame excuses were: 1. To go get a Coke. 2.To go to the balcony.3.To go to the terrace.4.To go get some water.5. To go and close the door.6.To go get another coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She believed me...and never smelled of this surprise.hehe. And finally i managed to misguide her attention on thinking that i might give her a surprise. Exactly at 00:00hrs i gave her a rose and a choco-box. and wished her. And believe me, she thought thats all i did for her birthday.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjpcpHzouqI/AAAAAAAAABs/BeuP_-lD7Rs/s1600-h/DSC01133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060458992844192418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjpcpHzouqI/AAAAAAAAABs/BeuP_-lD7Rs/s200/DSC01133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon she recieved a call from one of her friends, i used the distraction pretty well, and managed to go and do the final touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things was set. I asked her to get down to the living room. And yeah! she came...to see the huge surprise. hehehe...Actually even i dont know how i managed to do it so fast. But thank god i did. coz i love her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy Birthday Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to my dhontha-for making the most beautiful cake for az..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to my bro wyl &amp;amp; his friend andho for the photography...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to hamitte' for running around with me to buy some gifts for my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5497998235233951130?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5497998235233951130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5497998235233951130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5497998235233951130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5497998235233951130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday Love!'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rjpb53zoupI/AAAAAAAAABk/E7a798cO5co/s72-c/DSC01130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-4355263510255012743</id><published>2007-05-03T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:46:21.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjpXs3zouoI/AAAAAAAAABc/g16M3z-nOmM/s1600-h/boli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060453559710562946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjpXs3zouoI/AAAAAAAAABc/g16M3z-nOmM/s400/boli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sketch of a shell which i use as a paper weight on my table at work.&lt;br /&gt;Used a black permanent marker and a ball point pen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-4355263510255012743?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/4355263510255012743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=4355263510255012743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4355263510255012743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4355263510255012743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/05/shell.html' title='The Shell'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjpXs3zouoI/AAAAAAAAABc/g16M3z-nOmM/s72-c/boli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-3058900355730769124</id><published>2007-05-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:40:20.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spider fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjezqnzounI/AAAAAAAAABU/RlPUGyils00/s1600-h/spiderfever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059710251195480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjezqnzounI/AAAAAAAAABU/RlPUGyils00/s400/spiderfever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres a sketch i made of a girl, Using a Black permanent marker, a pencil, and a ball point black pen.which i developed step by step. And when i finished, it was totaly different from what i thought it would look like. So i decided to call it, "The Spider fever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-3058900355730769124?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/3058900355730769124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=3058900355730769124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3058900355730769124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3058900355730769124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/05/spider-fever.html' title='The Spider fever'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjezqnzounI/AAAAAAAAABU/RlPUGyils00/s72-c/spiderfever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-6118475077970064240</id><published>2007-04-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:37:45.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Late Hussain Solah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQS1XzoumI/AAAAAAAAABM/-6MzANfqX5Y/s1600-h/POLICEBRUTAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058688989576870498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQS1XzoumI/AAAAAAAAABM/-6MzANfqX5Y/s400/POLICEBRUTAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In memory of Late Hussain Solah, who was suspected to be a victim of torture by the brutal maldivian police. May his body and soul R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-6118475077970064240?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/6118475077970064240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=6118475077970064240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6118475077970064240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6118475077970064240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-memory-of-late-hussain-solah.html' title='In memory of Late Hussain Solah.'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQS1XzoumI/AAAAAAAAABM/-6MzANfqX5Y/s72-c/POLICEBRUTAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-2337820819773510225</id><published>2007-04-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:54:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQI33zoulI/AAAAAAAAABE/8uKDWp_fL6E/s1600-h/baab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058678037410265682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQI33zoulI/AAAAAAAAABE/8uKDWp_fL6E/s400/baab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres a sketch i made of a mascot...for a project, Later developed in an illustrated version. Atm am working on a 3D version of the same character. Will publish it as soon as im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-2337820819773510225?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/2337820819773510225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=2337820819773510225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2337820819773510225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/2337820819773510225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/04/baaba.html' title='Baaba'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQI33zoulI/AAAAAAAAABE/8uKDWp_fL6E/s72-c/baab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-4303469231958155795</id><published>2007-04-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:44:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inferno coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQGEXzoukI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c5hzwRMLF8s/s1600-h/anilinferno+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058674953623747138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQGEXzoukI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c5hzwRMLF8s/s400/anilinferno+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been planning the Inferno for May 2007, But due to lack of funds i have decided to have it as soon as we raise the funds. Sorry for all the inconveniences.Also i want to tell all Inferno fans and YouthforEquality members that INFERNO will surely be on...soon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime; keep on visiting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infernolive.net"&gt;www.infernolive.net&lt;/a&gt; for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-4303469231958155795?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.infernolive.net' title='inferno coming soon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/4303469231958155795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=4303469231958155795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4303469231958155795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4303469231958155795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/04/inferno-coming-soon.html' title='inferno coming soon'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjQGEXzoukI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c5hzwRMLF8s/s72-c/anilinferno+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-1282652294574304721</id><published>2007-04-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:19:01.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 plus vote rights protest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP_pHzoujI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ugnp2ZlgDB4/s1600-h/DSC01700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058667888402545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP_pHzoujI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ugnp2ZlgDB4/s400/DSC01700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Muskulhi Raeeseh Zuvaanunnah furusatheh nudheyne, gengulheyneeves muskulhi khiyaalu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the chance to give a speech at the MDP's 18 plus vote rights demonstration. Unfortunately the time was very limited for me, and i was soo nervous as it was my first time to address such a huge crowd. I was shaking like hell, but the people liked it, so i guess it was ok. i made it real short. and walked into the crowd afterwards. it was fun, exciting, and fear.hehe hope for a Better luck next time.Cheerz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-1282652294574304721?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/1282652294574304721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=1282652294574304721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/1282652294574304721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/1282652294574304721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/04/18-plus-vote-rights-protest.html' title='18 plus vote rights protest.'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP_pHzoujI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ugnp2ZlgDB4/s72-c/DSC01700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-4684827704052378017</id><published>2007-04-28T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:05:37.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP9TnzouiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wVZmfXMTkdE/s1600-h/sketch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058665320012102178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP9TnzouiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wVZmfXMTkdE/s400/sketch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Result of boredom at work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-4684827704052378017?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/4684827704052378017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=4684827704052378017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4684827704052378017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/4684827704052378017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/RjP9TnzouiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wVZmfXMTkdE/s72-c/sketch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-6196550856414958412</id><published>2007-01-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:46:55.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0ZpLPxdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt5z1MgADyo/s1600-h/selfsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025200954399618530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0ZpLPxdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt5z1MgADyo/s400/selfsketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres a sketch i made tonight. This is whats going on inside my mind right now.(sketch of me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-6196550856414958412?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/6196550856414958412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=6196550856414958412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6196550856414958412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/6196550856414958412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/01/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0ZpLPxdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gt5z1MgADyo/s72-c/selfsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-5145538992195042378</id><published>2007-01-28T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:40:53.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEMS!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight i was thinking about my life. I have a feeling that im on the wrong path, It may be the right one..but i still feel it the other way...i met a very close friend of mine tonight and he had his own problems. His life was almost full overflowing with all kinds of problems. And i promised him that i will be glad to help out. But later thinking about my own life now i have a feeling that im not in a state to help anyone else. And that i have to find out a way to solve my own problems. PROBLEMS are hard to go through when you start to think about it. It has become a tough thing for me ever since i thought about it tonight. Now i realise that i have been going through such a complicated life within the past few days. I really want to express it in detail, but i cant. I dont know how to let it out. Its inside me. Maybe im stressed and over thinking things out. I dont know whats wrong but, there is something inside. Lately i have been going through health problems. A normal flu happened to be the worst experience for me. The doctors say im cured. but still im getting different symptoms. My immune system has become very weak. I have physically changed. I cant eat a full meal without vomiting. It has become a habit. My Left Lung has become weak. And maybe i got the pneumonia attack again. Three years back i took treatment for pneumonia and my full lung function tests and the scans showed it was cured. But i have been getting the similar kinds of sudden severe pain again. Im too young to start having these kinds of health concerns. And i dont know how i can imagine myself as a fifty year old health wise.&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned about myself now. have a lot of things to worry about. My life,my health,my work, my dedication to the society, and the fear that im not going to achive my goals. I will try all possibilities to achive my goals. And all i can do right now is to think,think, and think for solutions. Hope things go good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish myself good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-5145538992195042378?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/5145538992195042378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=5145538992195042378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5145538992195042378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/5145538992195042378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/01/problems.html' title='PROBLEMS!!!'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-3157775162624619998</id><published>2007-01-26T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:03:51.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The INFERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0dsLPxdfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KcA_BgMXLrc/s1600-h/handsigma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025205403985737202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0dsLPxdfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KcA_BgMXLrc/s400/handsigma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth for Equality (A registered NGO in the Maldives, of which im the founder) has initiated to form a Music NGO.&lt;br /&gt;And to launch this music NGO we have planned a concert.&lt;br /&gt;The Inferno is the third musical event organized by “Youth for Equality”. The Inferno is a Rock show that is being held on the night of 6th April 2007. The Show will be held at the Alimas Ufaa Carnival Stage.&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of this show is to raise funds for the new music NGO. &lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outbound/www.sceptrezone.com');" href="http://www.sceptrezone.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sceptre&lt;/a&gt; (who has won several awards in India for their outstanding performances) will be the guest band at the Inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Bands Confirmed for the INFERNO&lt;br /&gt;1. CHALK WHITE (Opening)&lt;br /&gt;2. ANIL featuring HASSAN RAUF&lt;br /&gt;3. SERENITY DIES&lt;br /&gt;4. SCEPTRE&lt;br /&gt;5. NOTHNAGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All 3 bands -ANIL,Serenity Dies and Nothnagel will be releasing their albums at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets will be available for &lt;strong&gt;MRF40/-&lt;/strong&gt; from late march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Website will be launched soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-3157775162624619998?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/3157775162624619998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=3157775162624619998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3157775162624619998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/3157775162624619998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2007/01/inferno.html' title='The INFERNO'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjv2IjS9Tw8/Rb0dsLPxdfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KcA_BgMXLrc/s72-c/handsigma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116441017508032279</id><published>2006-11-24T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:44:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear a White Ribbon Today!! 25th November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4240/2339/1600/313359/White%20Ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4240/2339/320/937291/White%20Ribbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;International Day for Elimination of violence against women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing a White Ribbon makes a difference because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it is a visible sign that the wearer does not support or condone the use of violence against women or children;&lt;br /&gt;most men do not use violence. Most men treat women and girls with respect. But a minority of men treat women and girls with contempt and violence, and it is up to the majority of men to wear White Ribbons and help create a culture in which this is unacceptable;&lt;br /&gt;men, as community leaders and decision-makers, can play a key role in helping stop violence against women by speaking out and stepping in when male friends and relatives insult or attack women,and demonstrating their support and by wearing a White Ribbon;&lt;br /&gt;women can show their support for men and their commitment to working in partnership with men to end violence against women by wearing a White Ribbon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116441017508032279?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whiteribbonday.org.au' title='Wear a White Ribbon Today!! 25th November'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116441017508032279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116441017508032279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116441017508032279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116441017508032279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/11/wear-white-ribbon-today-25th-november.html' title='Wear a White Ribbon Today!! 25th November'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116440630937853081</id><published>2006-11-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:11:49.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Athamana Huraa” Painting the islands. -episode 3</title><content type='html'>Financial consultants from the region came to Athamana Huraa. This was to assess the situation of the islands, before any aid been given to the islands. Their screening process was coordinated by the trolls, which however with complications was passed. A severe flu rapidly started spreading among the islanders. So the trolls got assistance from “whoever organization” (an organization). And two doctors were brought to the islands and the flu was almost controlled.&lt;br /&gt;King Gargoyle decided to meet up the island chiefs annually, to raise their concerns. But the two chiefs from the ends of the archipelago were met separately. This was happened to be that he feared the islanders living there. Next on the kings agenda was to provide a media to dominate the islanders support. So he gifted the most influenced persons with complimentary radios. And they were given specific rules to handle the data lines. Then the king called up the goyles and discussed about the trade of dried fish to the island of serendib as the serendibs had a strict foreign exchange concern.&lt;br /&gt;An Arab ship arrived to the outer harbor of Athamana Huraa and distributed medicines to the islanders free of charge. This was coordinated by one troll. Misinformation was given to the islanders that the free medicines were gifted by King Gargoyle himself as a personal grant. By the calendar it was the independence day of the islands, so the goyles lead by the king, called up the foreign delegations and the island chiefs for a celebration. &lt;br /&gt;By the end of the year, a fruitful act was conducted by a group of core members of the special meeting, by walking out of the meeting without an excuse. This was supposed to be a despise. The king then got more concerned about the representatives of the special meeting. And knew he had to do a better screening to choose the representatives who would be his slaves. Simultaneously the trolls were discussing about providing a transport service to the islands and to attain a better communication track.&lt;br /&gt;Some little peaceful unrest started painting within Athamana Huraa. King Gargoyle was annoyed with this and ordered his goyles and trolls to seize the islanders in charge and sentence them no matter what the law states. King Goyle was a religious orator so with his knowledge he used his religion as a tool to fear the islanders of what they were attempting already. By then King Goyles stories were heard by media and people from other countries. And they stood up against him to convince all the people that he is a corrupted king. But nevertheless to what they campaigned, the king gave an interview to a printed Times, stating that missionaries are trying to take control of the islands and convey the islanders to other religions.&lt;br /&gt;The king himself is a dictator, so it’s his duty to support other dictators in order to survive on his tactics. He therefore celebrated a day on the occasion of the taking over the leadership of a country by a dictator whom he met during a visit with the Arab man who wears a veil. The islanders were confused why this day was celebrated. The celebration was taken a clear attention by the dictator for whom the king favored. And in return the king was offered two mobile medical sea ambulances and was funded to build a school in an island. &lt;br /&gt;The Religion tool theory was topping the agenda now. So the king ordered his closest troll to start building religious houses in islands. And soon the first assignment was completed in a close by island which was called the Pot. King Goyle also was fond of reading and writing history. He updated his version of history and changed the dates of then existing historical events. He then followed the history and for the first time highlighted a Martyrs Day in the memory of the brave king who died at war to protect the islands a century back. This was a strong tool in his agenda. As he wanted a day to promote the nationalism and religion through which he wanted access more popularity.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  To be contd…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116440630937853081?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116440630937853081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116440630937853081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116440630937853081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116440630937853081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/11/athamana-huraa-painting-islands.html' title='“Athamana Huraa” Painting the islands. -episode 3'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116432519107081356</id><published>2006-11-23T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:39:51.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Athamana Huraa” , The Rise of King Gargoyle</title><content type='html'>Soon, the former leader of “Athamana Huraa” was permitted to leave the islands despite to the funds he owes to the islands treasury. He left the islands for good and settled in a modern city. And hesitates to meet others of his nationality. He still lives and owns huge firms where he generates tones of wealth, and lives a happy life, except for a minor health risks. The following year some members of the parliament who were critical of the new King Gargoyle’s governance, were tortured and imprisoned. And the island chiefs and mosque keepers who disagreed were sent home, after removing their posts. King Gargoyle then traveled to Middle East, where he resided for twenty four years and along with a man who wears a veil and has loose skin, King Gargoyle traveled to a land of a famous dictator. Where they attended a Non-Aligned Summit.&lt;br /&gt;After his return, as part of his duty, he built two primary schools in diverse islands, with this he gained full handle from the deprived islanders. He woke up one day with the idea of accumulating a history of the islands. And soon he set up an authority to perform this. Eventually, it turned out to be another gain for his popularity. As the next step he set a linguistic authority where they develop the mother tongue language of the islands. It happened to be another gain for him.&lt;br /&gt;The following years he set-up the developing tactics-which was the device he planned for his survival. He established a military system and appointed his mates as persons in charge. As for the first step, King Gargoyle ordered to keep surveillance guards to monitor the former leader’s family and relatives. The orders to when and how to torture the islanders were kept in five, four hundred page note books, which were named the punishment books. The leader was a mastermind, he got the thought that the few heroic victims would try to get evidence from the pages. So he discards the full pages at the house of the Star Bucks (the character in charge of the violations).&lt;br /&gt;Regardless to the torture and ill-treatment by precise authorities, the King Gargoyle came up with an island developing authority. King Gargoyle then started the development process with the aid of other countries. Teachers were brought to Athamana Huraa from the city of the Serendibs to instigate modern English. With the achieved progress by King Gargoyle, the international loans were granted to the islands for the first time in the history of the islands.&lt;br /&gt;King Gargoyle had a nightmare again, which made him really stressed. He called up his group of goyles and came up with the idea of amending the existing constitution of the islands in a way where he would sustain a life long and family reassigned kingdom. So he gathered up his goyles and trolls and established an amending authority. This was named “the special meeting” which was translated to the mother tongue of the islands. The Action plan was made to long for seventeen years.&lt;br /&gt;To be contd…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116432519107081356?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116432519107081356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116432519107081356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116432519107081356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116432519107081356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/11/athamana-huraa-rise-of-king-gargoyle.html' title='“Athamana Huraa” , The Rise of King Gargoyle'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116423434607927211</id><published>2006-11-22T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:25:46.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Athamana Huraa”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/Small_Island_by_fryme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/200/Small_Island_by_fryme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Athamana Huraa” was a small island; where the people lived in peace and harmony. Until one day, the few citizens went back to their hometown as well educated men or well prepared rulers. That was a long term plan by a certain group of families among the people of the island. The father of this one self centered wannabe leader traveled throughout the islands as a black magician. He was famous within the people for his sorcery. And people hired him to practice good will white magic. The fishermen and the people wanted him to perform spiritual rituals in order to get a good catch of fish. But, nevertheless what they wanted, this man did false. He betrayed the people and did another black magic where it would give his son the leadership of the nation and that it would sustain for his and his folks lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Few years passed, and his son stood up with his forbearer’s long term plan. He protested throughout the city of “Athamana Huraa”, brought children and women to the streets. Flags and banners were used. The leading figures of the city were tortured, and walked bare with illicit content clothing. Then this very new leader criticized the ruler and his pro leading figures. They were presented as cartoons, animals and much more to mention. They were harassed in publications.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the leadership was overtaken by him. And during those days no one was allowed to bring in or use any sort of weapon in the city. But this very person illegally somehow got a caliber 9mm pistol and hid it inside his shirt while he was reciting the oath of the ruler of the nation. The people cheered for his success, no matter what this person had in mind. Days were good for him as he started work. He started his office and brought all his colleagues, relatives and other close persons to his group on leading “Athamana Huraa” and its vast no of islands.&lt;br /&gt;To be contd…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116423434607927211?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116423434607927211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116423434607927211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116423434607927211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116423434607927211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/11/athamana-huraa.html' title='“Athamana Huraa”'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116354199885592191</id><published>2006-11-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:06:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wierdest human or alien or whatever i have ever seen. kekeke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/ATT21372.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/ATT21372.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116354199885592191?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116354199885592191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116354199885592191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116354199885592191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116354199885592191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/11/wierdest-human-or-alien-or-whatever-i.html' title='the wierdest human or alien or whatever i have ever seen. kekeke'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-116164887453614647</id><published>2006-10-23T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:14:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Guy</title><content type='html'>Ramazan days are over,Eid is here. Eid happens to be a happy news for most of us,to the fact that it means" a week or so...of holidays..haha" But this time eid was just like another day of my life.Nothing interesting or nothing special happened as i slept all day after the eid prayers.&lt;br /&gt;But coming up is a few days of joy and adventure for me. I have decided to go on a family trip to a nearby inhabited island (K.Gulhi). I have been there long time back. Already we have hired a speed boat as our transport. So it means we will reach there in no time. I prefer a sailing dhoni,which travels as slow as 10 knots/hr. But there are female species who cannot stand the ocean.haha.(no offence sisters!).&lt;br /&gt;This trip is what i really need now. As i have been having lots of tension at work.Hope this gives me a huge relief.Away from office and away from the traffic and the corrupted population of people in Male'.&lt;br /&gt;As my policy is to always write my next day schedule on my personal organiser.(like my brains software)  i have made a few notes of what i will be doing on the picnic.&lt;br /&gt;* Spend sometime with the nature watching the sun rise and sun down.&lt;br /&gt;* Rub my skin with +9 hawaiian tropic tan oil,and shower myself with pure mid-day sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;* Go snorkelling/Skin Diving and Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;* Have a funtime with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Also this time my little brother who is one year old will be exposed to the sea for the first time.And i will be his life guard on duty. I'll get back to all of you,when i return home. Cant wait for the excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-116164887453614647?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/116164887453614647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=116164887453614647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116164887453614647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/116164887453614647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-guy.html' title='The Family Guy'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115904835354944208</id><published>2006-09-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:52:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL BE BACK TO BLOG SOON</title><content type='html'>For those who visit my blog, heres my excuse. Ive been very busy with work. But i will be back to blog soon. See you all in a few days!&lt;br /&gt;and thanx for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115904835354944208?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115904835354944208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115904835354944208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115904835354944208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115904835354944208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-be-back-to-blog-soon.html' title='I WILL BE BACK TO BLOG SOON'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115714019284675206</id><published>2006-09-01T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:20:30.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The She Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/dev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drop by drop blood drained out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Through the lips of the demon i met, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kissing my jugular and sucking my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was darkest of nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And scared to forget the night i was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For being the sole witness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of her passionate love and kiss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There dropped from my eyes the tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From my glittering wet scared eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I realized demons do play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had no choice and let her say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I lay before her hypnotised i was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As her easiest prey about to die i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* to minnu baby,(not the real name-but she knows its her i meant after all the demon games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115714019284675206?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115714019284675206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115714019284675206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115714019284675206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115714019284675206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-demon.html' title='The She Demon'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115714015650958137</id><published>2006-09-01T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:49:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/poemm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/poemm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadness that lay aloof,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I float within my inner soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turbulence held “calm” within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't resist, I can't resist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thoughts are wild,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I explain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My urge to get demised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stretch my lips no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes signal that very truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fading dreams that lay alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within this fading and dying soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will i ever catch my dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* i have so many dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115714015650958137?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115714015650958137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115714015650958137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115714015650958137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115714015650958137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughts.html' title='THOUGHTS'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115713868337970651</id><published>2006-09-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:24:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiming Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/swimingth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/swimingth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My mind is going round tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So much swimming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I try to focus on one thought,&lt;br /&gt;But another comes and takes it out.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep and so get up&lt;br /&gt;To take my mind away from swirl,&lt;br /&gt;But all I do is sit and write&lt;br /&gt;A poem that helps confuse me more!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115713868337970651?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115713868337970651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115713868337970651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115713868337970651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115713868337970651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/09/swiming-thoughts.html' title='Swiming Thoughts.'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115706250623580761</id><published>2006-08-31T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:41:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABURU KUJJAA</title><content type='html'>It was years back. After my secondary studies I was taken to serve the Military. Prior to any active duty, every individual soldier was given a special military training. along with hundreds of fresh recruits, I was taken to an uninhabited island where they have built a military training centre. More than a month passed and I was so desperate but full of hope in returning home as a well trained soldier. We were given training step by step. And day by day it was getting tough for us to hang to it. It was then, me and my platoon mates were sent to night duties to various key points of the base. Duties were split in pairs of two, which is also known as buddy system. Luckily my buddy was also my classmate when I was in school. So we were quite a good pair. It was our platoon’s duty night. Each platoon has three sections. And each section will take over the duty for two hours. That’s not much of a time for a soldier. And we never deviated to it. Always the off-duty recruits should woke up by the on duty mates. So they came and woke us up. It was 02:45am I got fresh and went to the mess room along with my buddies. Had a coffee and by 03:00am we were there on our duty point. This time it was the armory (where all the weapons are stored). My buddy and I was really close since our childhood. So we share a lot common stories. We were discussing so many things regardless to any horror incidents. And also we had some cracker biscuits on our webbin porch (pocket).So enjoyed eating and chatting face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we both turned our heads as we saw a swift movement near the bush. But didn’t take that seriously. My buddy said it was supposed to be an instructor trying to bear out our duty. So we got back to our chat again. Again the same swift movement happened in front of our eyes. But this time, with a reverberation and a more clear view. The figure ran in to the Magoo bushes (a mangrove plant which grows near the beach). This time my buddy said it’s an enemy (instructors played enemy during trainings).Lets do it. We need to defend our duty posts. And we both walked near the bush. And with the muzzle (tip) of our AK-47 rifles we strolled into the bush. I was looking back at that time in order to keep a clear view of the entrance of our duty post. But there was no one. So we had back again and went on with our chat. Some few minutes passed we were crunching our cracker biscuits and drank water, which made our bodies refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;In every few minutes either one of us was supposed to walk near the post. So my buddy went on. I lost him from my sight as he walked behind an upright "thaangee" (a cylindrical water tank). And I was waiting for him to return as I was afraid when I was alone. Suddenly he shouted out my name loud. And keeping my fears aside I reluctantly ran towards him. but "Oh! My god!" I thought it was just a joke. He laughed as I sighed to his face. But though he laughed his face showed me some kind of a different emotion which I cannot even explain. I didn’t have the courage to ask him what it was. Before I asked him anything he said it was nothing "lets look around". So we walked in circles around the "thaangee". My ears gave me signals of a silent but creepy sound. It was supernatural. So we reversed our walk. And with a few steps we were forced to stop and quietly observe the foot steps of this stranger. And from the sounds of silence we knew it was not far away from us. And with a glance we saw it ran again on to the bushes. Still we were not able to figure out the physical appearance of the stranger. We loped in to the bushes killing our fears. And we ghost walked (an army method of walking in the dark) within the bushes but with no luck had to come out. We were wretched of this stranger at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Then happened the worst moments of our lives. Though, I was wearing a long sleeve army uniform. I had Goosebumps all over my skin. The stranger was just a few steps ahead of us. It was a he. And he had conquered our duty post. He looked exactly like a negroid (African tribe-black skin) six or seven year old boy. But his head was a bit out of proportion. It was larger than a normal boys head. His eyes were smoldering in a white light. And he was physically very thin but had a belly hung like a maternal mother of three months. This Black boy’s male hood was uncovered. And like us, he was motionless. Seemed that he was also afraid of intervening with us. Still he was starring at us. And I thought to myself that the scary boy might chase us. Holding grip on my rifle I ran towards light. And besides me came my buddy. We went to the mess room and stayed there till sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I believe that, super naturals do occur and ghosts do exist. This was my first ever ghost sighting. And later I found out that this strange boy seen only at night is a ghost species. Which is locally called the " Baburu kujja" or "Kuda foolhu", and this strange creature is said to be harmless unless molest towards him. His skin has a slickery grayish substance, which if contacted in human skin will be irritating and will end up to a never disappearing smear on skin. And this creature is said to be an ever lasting young boy till infinity. They say beware not to talk or touch the creature or do any harm to it for your own safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115706250623580761?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115706250623580761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115706250623580761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115706250623580761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115706250623580761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/baburu-kujjaa.html' title='BABURU KUJJAA'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115698431041237464</id><published>2006-08-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:31:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lobstar Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/sasas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/sasas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was one exciting night dive of my life, I gripped the stony and spiky outer shell of this giant lobster by bare hands. and not a scratch on my skin. haha leather skin...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115698431041237464?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115698431041237464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115698431041237464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115698431041237464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115698431041237464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/lobstar-warrior.html' title='The Lobstar Warrior'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115698099248669188</id><published>2006-08-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:44:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIVIL WARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/civilll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/civilll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tiny tongue between two huge cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Led like a great with all sorts of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Until it's own teeth bit it hard,&lt;br /&gt;Even the dream of which will leave a deep scar,&lt;br /&gt;And I could find a glimpse of scary civil war,&lt;br /&gt;When inmates are foes, it's tough to guard,&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to die to see my country live,&lt;br /&gt;Which gave me motherly love from it's land and seas,&lt;br /&gt;But why are these fools ready to kill,&lt;br /&gt;To see our nation's existence cease,&lt;br /&gt;My pride, my nation is on the verge of collapse,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no way out could be found when inmates attack,&lt;br /&gt;Killing their own brothers, ah! How can they think?&lt;br /&gt;We were the one to take our pride as our soul,&lt;br /&gt;They've killed our pride and left our body to stroll,&lt;br /&gt;In search of peace, in search of love,&lt;br /&gt;To frustrate us by letting them out from our world,&lt;br /&gt;We are ashamed to fight our own civil war,&lt;br /&gt;Shocked to see our sun being thrown into the dark,&lt;br /&gt;They are killing their brothers and ours too,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they realise they're born from the same womb,&lt;br /&gt;I pray god to stop this ugly genocide,&lt;br /&gt;I want again my pious nation, my pride,&lt;br /&gt;We know civil war has struck our nation,&lt;br /&gt;Destroying those evils should be our determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* dedicated to all those innocent people out there within the hands of Golhaabo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in the memory of those who lost their lives...peace on all biengs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/album/gayooms_torture.htm"&gt;http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/album/gayooms_torture.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dhivehiobserver.com/Septermer2003reports/Pictures%20from%20the%20Maafushi%20Jail%20Shooting%20incident%20Maldives.htm"&gt;http://dhivehiobserver.com/Septermer2003reports/Pictures%20from%20the%20Maafushi%20Jail%20Shooting%20incident%20Maldives.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/blackfridayalbum/blackfridayinmaldives.htm"&gt;http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/blackfridayalbum/blackfridayinmaldives.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/breakingnews/black_friday2_haruge_pics.htm"&gt;http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/breakingnews/black_friday2_haruge_pics.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115698099248669188?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115698099248669188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115698099248669188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115698099248669188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115698099248669188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/civil-wars.html' title='CIVIL WARS'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115688793303041198</id><published>2006-08-29T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:45:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dive with no marine life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/dive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/dive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the world record dive, i never breathed underwater.I have been away from diving as i've been too busy with my work. Now that im a wee bit free...i have managed to go out for a dive. This dive was on the outter sea of male atoll kuda huraa (Four seasons resort). My younger brother was my dive buddy on the trip. We made our giant stride entries and discussed the navigations we were going to perform and deflated our BCD's. As we reached our maximum depth,we checked our computers and did a 20mins dive with the safety stops. With no marine life on our sight...ehehe too bad for a dive after so long. But, as we reached the bottom i saw a few marine life...like gobbies-doing their sunbaths with the narrow rays of light,and shrimps-skipping with the flowing current.But it was nothing interesting for us. We came back to the surface after the safety stops and relaxed for a while before we came to male'. anyways next time better luck for me and my bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115688793303041198?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115688793303041198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115688793303041198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115688793303041198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115688793303041198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/dive-with-no-marine-life.html' title='A Dive with no marine life'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115688566286091419</id><published>2006-08-29T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:07:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i see her again...</title><content type='html'>Tonight i went for a get-together with my closest ever friends whom i havent seen for a while.They met me at my place and we headed for some place good enough for our -what i call a refreshing friendship.Finally we reached our stop.We all agreed to stop by at the carnival.and lilies was our spot.we had a good update of what went with either of us.and while sipping my "Bavaria-apple" non-alchoholic beer,i flashed my eyes to a chick sitting behind me on another cover.Oh god! she was the hottest girl i've seen lately.I mean i dont judge a girl from the looks but,i totally lost control of myself and was starring at her for quite a sometime.The typical feminine style on my mind.Thats what she was.She had perfect fine skin with a light tone,and her hair tied to two pony tails on either sides,reached her shoulder.The exposure of her neck inbetween the tails.Oh!and the sweet vocal signals she was sending(not to me,probably her family).I wish i see her again.and make a conversation....wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115688566286091419?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115688566286091419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115688566286091419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115688566286091419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115688566286091419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/wish-i-see-her-again.html' title='wish i see her again...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115677048017606336</id><published>2006-08-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:08:00.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a marionette...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/kombat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/kombat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That smile I bear on my weary face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With dreams deep within but far away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dance may charm my mates around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am moved by those hands above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may cry, you may laugh but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a marionette without a fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Instructor pulls the string without a care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still my broken limbs stands of fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am moved here and there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up and down until I'm tired and I turn numb, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I stopped, he stopped not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And started to drag me on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still I cherish for I've cherished you true, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what have I really got from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dedicated to Late.Sergeant Faiz , my 1st Military instructor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He commit suicide by burning himself to death in 2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/22922203-115677048017606336?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115677048017606336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115677048017606336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115677048017606336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115677048017606336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-marionette.html' title='Im a marionette...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115676859824592993</id><published>2006-08-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:36:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSING TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/16_G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/16_G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain slashed a naked plain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flooding its entirety,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The land prayed for no rain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying for its flowing soil, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun burnt a parched terrain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Killing all its friends and kin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The land prayed for the rain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying for its blowing soil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We live many-sided life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these are just the two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Trees and palms are still alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these are just the confusing truths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115676859824592993?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115676859824592993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115676859824592993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115676859824592993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115676859824592993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/confusing-truth.html' title='CONFUSING TRUTH'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115676588186998550</id><published>2006-08-28T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:51:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss a good nights sleep?</title><content type='html'>I've been having trouble sleeping at night.  Thinking about a solution, i managed to google for a good forum. So if you feel the same as me chek out the to-do web for it. Enjoy!! and yeah good night!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.to-done.com/2006/01/tips-for-sleeping-better/"&gt;http://www.to-done.com/2006/01/tips-for-sleeping-better/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115676588186998550?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.to-done.com/2006/01/tips-for-sleeping-better/' title='Do you miss a good nights sleep?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115676588186998550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115676588186998550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115676588186998550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115676588186998550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-miss-good-nights-sleep.html' title='Do you miss a good nights sleep?'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663754130244657</id><published>2006-08-26T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:12:21.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wider than the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/akk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/akk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sea smiled a charm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rushed to the shore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where charm-filled girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danced to the tune of silent waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my imagination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sea seemed to loose its beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the sky faced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls thundered her smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! God, why not all be the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why to all does this simplicity not be bestowed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wherever we go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shall adore her charm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray god keep his good work alive. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-dedicated to ak_- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663754130244657?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663754130244657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663754130244657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663754130244657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663754130244657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/wider-than-sea.html' title='Wider than the Sea'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663674234674978</id><published>2006-08-26T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:04:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORTHLESS PROMISES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/promises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/promises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthless promises&lt;br /&gt;That you made to me,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to doing&lt;br /&gt;You just ran away.&lt;br /&gt;You're a fake lover darling&lt;br /&gt;Thought your heart was of gold&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't loved me&lt;br /&gt;It should have been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* to zlx, for playing the game with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the pic which was here has been removed on certain peoples request)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663674234674978?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663674234674978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663674234674978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663674234674978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663674234674978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/worthless-promises.html' title='WORTHLESS PROMISES'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663620723812912</id><published>2006-08-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:23:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl with a Curl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw a Girl with a curl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thought that she looked so queer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her curl was hanging from the tip of her nose, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And reached around to her ear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It twisted and turned and tangled so tight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As she waved her curl In the breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a gust of wind whipped it away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now all the girl does Is sneeze! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663620723812912?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663620723812912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663620723812912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663620723812912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663620723812912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/girl-with-curl.html' title='A Girl with a Curl'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663492528577479</id><published>2006-08-26T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:28:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im fine (everythings fine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/aa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/aa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked me If I was alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say - yeah, Everything's Fine,&lt;br /&gt;This time my life's going as planned,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least the way I wished,&lt;br /&gt;Have a girl or two on the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Got a job, have friends, having fun,&lt;br /&gt;So if I ever decide to look back I'd see,&lt;br /&gt;There's one time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;That it's cracked up to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Life may not be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;That I know; Life will not be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try and keep it so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663492528577479?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663492528577479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663492528577479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663492528577479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663492528577479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-fine-everythings-fine.html' title='Im fine (everythings fine)'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663390045555172</id><published>2006-08-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:11:40.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness lies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/08022006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/08022006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the deadly calm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There could only be confusion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever sat and tried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make sense of this life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confusion Creeping to your head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like two poisonous spiders &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their venom through your bloodstream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poisoned you lie awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your body releasing toxins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paranoia It may seem to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever sat and tried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make sense of this life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To wake up and only find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where true nothingness lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, u woke up to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your suicidal dream is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663390045555172?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663390045555172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663390045555172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663390045555172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663390045555172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothingness-lies.html' title='Nothingness lies...'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115663277605700521</id><published>2006-08-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:52:56.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear cigarettes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/Floating%20Cigarette%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/Floating%20Cigarette%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I burn your legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bite your head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suck your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And inhale straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I crush you beneath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dirty feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throw you lonely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To your merciless fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been no friend, for so long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living in my blood in my lungs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate living, you help me die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I puff you out into the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still you call me as a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I rush, to get your smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the only true friend of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my lonely and ugly times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None had been so close, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dear To my heart and to my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love in my heart, still lies for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't care about your bitter truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-shamau-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115663277605700521?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115663277605700521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115663277605700521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663277605700521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115663277605700521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-cigarettes.html' title='Dear cigarettes,'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115661525559291578</id><published>2006-08-26T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:00:55.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/lavazzah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/lavazzah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold the cup close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And let it's heat circulate,&lt;br /&gt;A little dash of Lavazza helped,&lt;br /&gt;To spirit up,&lt;br /&gt;with a bit of sugarpacked in blue,&lt;br /&gt;The coffee taste so bitter and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;I let this happy mixture flow,&lt;br /&gt;Into my moment strong and hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-shamau-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115661525559291578?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115661525559291578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115661525559291578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115661525559291578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115661525559291578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/coffee-moment_26.html' title='Coffee Moment!'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-115661491455994550</id><published>2006-08-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:33:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For 'her'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/1600/275_275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4240/2339/320/275_275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleeding words of crimson, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forged from a pen with red ink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can a heart feel so much sorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still brave the dark tomorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you say another word, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart bleeds with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more I read; the more I feel worthless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I love a girl I barely even knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my arms wrapped around her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing before the tall flames,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She let me in her world; If only for a little while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the poem you will never read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pity maybe the last thing you need;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll stay strong and hold my ground, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only you would let me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                      &lt;em&gt;-shamau-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-115661491455994550?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/115661491455994550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=115661491455994550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115661491455994550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/115661491455994550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-her.html' title='For &apos;her&apos;'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-114729943309330133</id><published>2006-05-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:17:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav artist has come up with a site.</title><content type='html'>Fasy as the guitar legend of my hometown. has come up with his site. Please feel free to drop by to his band site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-114729943309330133?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/114729943309330133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=114729943309330133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114729943309330133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114729943309330133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-fav-artist-has-come-up-with-site.html' title='My fav artist has come up with a site.'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-114316292179793937</id><published>2006-03-23T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:15:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK MUSIC &amp; 666</title><content type='html'>Rock music for years has propagated the number 666 — the Mark of the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you on a tour through today's rock music. And if [you] think rock is still ÷ "I Want to Hold Your Hand" ÷ you're in for the shock of your life!&lt;br /&gt;In the song "The Conjuring" by Megadeth, the REAL mission of rock is clearly heard: "I AM THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE/ A SALESMAN, if you will . . . Come join me in my INFERNAL DEPTHS . . . I've got your soul!" At the end of the song ÷ they chant "OBEY"!&lt;br /&gt;The super group, Metallica, in the song "Jump In the Fire", commands young people to jump into hell: "Follow me now my child . . . DO JUST AS I SAY . . . Jump by your will or be taken by force/ I'll get you either way . . . So reach down grab my hand walk with me through the land/ COME HOME WHERE YOU BELONG/ So come on JUMP IN THE FIRE."&lt;br /&gt;In the cover song, "The Prince", Metallica openly sing: "Angel from below . . . I WISH TO SELL MY SOUL . . . DEVIL TAKE MY SOUL/ with diamonds you repay/ I don't care for heaven/ so don't you look for me to cry/ AND I WILL BURN IN HELL/ from the day I die."&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Sister sings, "Burn in Hell": "Welcome to the abandoned land/ COME ON IN CHILD, TAKE MY HAND/ Here there's no work or play/ Only one bill to pay/ There's just five words to say/ As you go down, down, down/ YOU'RE GONNA BURN IN HELL!"&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi sings in "Homebound Train": "When I was just a boy/ THE DEVIL TOOK MY HAND/ Took me from my home/ He made me a man . . . I'm going DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN/ On the homebound train." In Smash Hits magazine, Bon Jovi says, " . . . I'd kill my mother for rock and roll. I WOULD SELL MY SOUL."&lt;br /&gt;One of the most popular groups in rock history is Slayer. Slayer sing of themselves, as, "Warriors from the gates of hell . . . In lord Satan we trust." Slayer's albums sell in the millions! And song after song ÷ IS PRAISE TO SATAN! Their song "Hell Awaits" says, "Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved/ CRUCIFY THE SO CALLED LORD/ He soon shall fall to me/ Your souls are damned/ your God has fell to slave for me eternally/ Hell awaits." The beginning of their song "Hell Awaits" contains an obvious backwards message. When played forward, nothing but garbled noise is heard, but when played backwards ÷ you hear the real message ÷ "JOIN US, JOIN US, JOIN US" ÷ over and over!&lt;br /&gt;The group Acheron, has an album titled, "The Rites of the Black Mass". On the album Peter Gilmore, of the Church of Satan, actually reads the rites of a Black Mass, as the group Acheron, in hellish growls, sings such lyrics as: "Glory to thee almighty Satan . . . We praise thee, we bless thee, WE ADORE THEE . . . THOU ART LORD, THOU ALONE, OH MIGHTY SATAN."&lt;br /&gt;The group Manowar, sings in "The Bridge of Death": "Dark Lord, I summon thee/ demanding the sacred right to burn in hell . . . take My lustful soul/ Drink my blood as I drink yours . . . LUCIFER IS KING/ PRAISE SATAN!"&lt;br /&gt;The group Morbid Angel, sings in "Vengeance in Mine": "Mote it be/ Satan's sword I have become . . . I burn with hate/ TO RID THE WORLD OF THE NAZARENE!" And to commit the ultimate blasphemy ÷ they sing in the song "Blasphemy": "Chant the blasphemy/ Mockery of the Messiah/ WE CURSE THE HOLY GHOST . . . Blaspheme the Ghost/ BLASPHEMY OF THE HOLY GHOST." Trey Azagthoh of Morbid Angel claims to be a REAL vampire, and while playing onstage ÷ he actually bites himself and then drinks his own blood!&lt;br /&gt;The song "Stairway to Heaven" by the group Led Zeppelin is the most popular song in rock history. One line of the song, says, "you know sometimes words have TWO MEANINGS." They should know ÷ the song is drenched in satanic backmasking! One part when played forward, says: "Yes, their are two paths you can go by, but in the long run there's still time to change the road you're on." But when played backwards, you clearly hear: "IT'S MY SWEET SATAN . . . Oh I will sing because I live with Satan." This is the number one song in rock history! Just a coincidence ÷ not hardly! Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin is a devout follower of satanist, Aliester Crowley. One of Crowley's satanic teachings, learn to cast unsuspecting spells on people by saying them backwards! Zeppelin's song "Houses of the Holy", they sing, "Let the music be YOUR MASTER/ Will you heed the master's call/ Oh, Satan . . ."&lt;br /&gt;One of the top songs of the 70's was "Hotel California" by the Eagles. Most people have no idea the song refers to the Church of Satan, which happens to be located in a converted HOTEL on CALIFORNIA street! On the inside of the album cover, looking down on the festivities, is Anton Lavey, the founder of the Church of Satan and author of the Satanic Bible! People say, the Eagles aren't serious, they're just selling records. That's what you think! The Eagles manager, Larry Salter, admitted in the Waco Tribune-Herald, (Feb. 28, 1982) that the Eagles were involved with the Church of Satan! Not surprisingly, one of the Eagles's songs is titled "Have A Good Day in Hell."&lt;br /&gt;The group Kiss leaped on stage as rock'n roll demons ÷ puking blood, breathing fire and screaming ÷ "God of rock'n roll, we'll steal your virgin soul." In their song "God of Thunder", they command young people to kneel before Satan: "I'm lord of the wasteland, a modern day man of steel/ I gather darkness to please me/ and I COMMAND YOU TO KNEEL/ Before, The God of thunder, the god of rock'n roll/ I'LL STEAL YOUR VIRGIN SOUL!"&lt;br /&gt;Female rocker, Kat sings in the Simon-Says parody called, "Satan Says": "Hi, boys and girls!/ We're going to play a game called Satan says! . . . We're going to do everything that Satan says, Right? . . . Satan says, Follow me!/ SATAN SAYS, GO TO HELL!"&lt;br /&gt;The group Bow Wow Wow, in their song "Prince of Darkness", openly give an invitation to receive Satan, as they sing: "So open the door and LET SATAN IN, The Prince of Darkness."&lt;br /&gt;The group Sad Iron, sings, "We All Praise the Devil": "We all praise the devil/ He is so fine/ We all praise the devil/ Till the day we'll die!"&lt;br /&gt;The group W.A.S.P., who proudly admit W.A.S.P. stands for We Are Sex Perverts, sing in "Sleeping in the Fire": "Taste the LOVE, THE LUCIFER'S MAGIC that makes you numb/ You feel what it does and you're drunk on love/ YOU'RE SLEEPING IN THE FIRE!" During their concerts, WASP would throw hunks of raw meat out in the audience and young people in a demonic frenzy, would actually eat the raw meat like a wild animal! On the back of their album reads, "The gods you worship are steel, AT THE ALTAR OF ROCK AND ROLL YOU KNEEL."&lt;br /&gt;Motley Crue sings in "Wild Side": "I carry my crucifix, under my deathlist/ forward my mail to me in hell . . . OUR FATHER, WHO AIN'T IN HEAVEN/ Be thy name on the wild side."&lt;br /&gt;The group Black Sabbath have actually given invitations during their concerts for young people to receive Satan. One of their albums, is truthfully titled, "We Sold Our Soul for Rock'n Roll". Their song N.I.B. (Nativity In Black) is one of the most openly satanic songs ever recorded. It is a love-song from Lucifer, in which Lucifer invites the listener to "please take my hand", the lyrics: "Some people say MY LOVE cannot be true/ please believe me, MY LOVE, and I'll show you/ I will give you those things you thought unreal . . . YOUR LOVE FOR ME has just got to be real . . . Look into my eyes, you will see who I am/ MY NAME IS LUCIFER, PLEASE TAKE MY HAND!"&lt;br /&gt;One of the most popular groups in rock is AC/DC. In the song, "Hells Bells", they sing, "I got my bell/ I'm gonna take you to hell/ I'm gonna get ya/SATAN GET YA" Their song "Highway to Hell" says: "Ain't nothing I would rather do/ GOIN' DOWN, PARTY TIME/ My friends are gonna be there too . . . Hey Satan, paid my dues . . . I'm on the way to the promised land/ I'm on the HIGHWAY TO HELL."&lt;br /&gt;The group Suicidal Tendencies, whose songs glorify suicide and have been linked to teen suicides, reveal a frightening truth in the song "Possessed": "I'M A PRISONER OF A DEMON . . . It stays with me wherever I go/ I can't break away from its hold/ This must be my punishment/ FOR SELLING MY SOUL!"&lt;br /&gt;The group Unleashed, in the song "Crush the Skull", blatantly sing of their hatred of Jesus Christ: "I gaze into his glassy eyes/ and pluck him by the beard/ I uplift a broadaxe/ and split open HIS WORM EATEN SKULL/ Crush the skull ÷ Sacrifice/ Crush the skull ÷ DIE CHRIST!" Where did they get such disgusting lyrics? Straight out of the Satanic Bible ÷ Book of Satan 1:10!&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd sings, in the song "Sheep", "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want . . . With bright knives he RELEASETH MY SOUL/ He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places . . . For lo, he hath great power and GREAT HUNGER." Their song, "Lucifer Sam", they sing: "LUCIFER Sam . . . Always sitting by your side/ Always by your side."&lt;br /&gt;The group Possessed, in the suicide song, "No Will To Live" sing: "Drink the blood from my chalice/ Come to hell and my palace . . . Take you to the evil land . . . You can only live by death/ WORSHIP SATAN WITH THE REST!" In their song "Tribulation", they proclaim their love for Satan as they sing: "IN LOVE WITH SATAN."&lt;br /&gt;The song, "The Oath" by Mercyful Fate, is the actual oath a satanist takes during a Black Mass ritual! some of the lyrics: "I DENY JESUS CHRIST, THE DECEIVER/ and I abjure the Christian faith/ holding in contempt all of it's works . . . in this world I swear to give my full allegiance, to it's lawful master/ TO WORSHIP HIM, OUR LORD SATAN, AND NO OTHER!"&lt;br /&gt;The song "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones, is the official anthem for the Church of Satan. In it, Lucifer speaks in the first person and asks sympathy for all who meet him. Lead singer, Mick Jagger claims that Anton Lavey, the founder of the Church of Satan and author of the Satanic Bible, help inspire their music! Their album titled, "Their Satanic Majesties Request", leaves no doubt to their allegiance!&lt;br /&gt;The group Venom reveal the real reason for their music, as they sing: "We're not here to entertain you . . . I PREACH THE WAYS OF SATAN/ Answer to his calls!" Their song "Possessed", they sing, "I am possessed by all that is evil/ The death of your God, I demand . . . AND SIT AT LORD SATAN'S LEFT HAND!"&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the most popular groups in the world! And these are not isolated cases! These are just a drop in the bucket! This is dangerous and serious satanic worship ÷ and rock music is filled with it!&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden's, song "The Number of the Beast", in which they direct young people to take the Mark of the Beast: "666 the Number of the Beast/ 666 THE ONE FOR YOU AND ME!"&lt;br /&gt;The group Deicide, whose name means "death of God", sing of their devotion in the song "In Hell I Burn": "In Hell I burn, no questions remain/ In hell I burn for Satan." Their song, "Oblivious To Evil" describes a satanic human sacrifice. It begins with an invitation to "join us": "Join us . . . Sacrifice of the unborn child/ Enter the kingdom of darkness/ Sodomized for the ritual . . . Infernal majesty, take this dead offering." Vocalist Glen Benton, displaying his complete devotion to Satan, has an upside down cross actually branded into his forehead!&lt;br /&gt;The group Coven, sings in "Burn the Cross": "Son of God repent your sins/ And pledge your soul to hell/ Pray that Satan will forgive/ Once your God has failed . . . YOUR GOD IS DEAD and now you die/ SATAN RULES AT LAST!" To show their burning hatred of Jesus Christ, and blaspheme His death on the cross, they sing "Christsycle": "If you're looking for a Saviour/ Then I've got the trick/ Christsycle/ SALVATION ON A STICK."&lt;br /&gt;The popular group, Danzig in their song, "Snakes of Christ", declare their hatred for Jesus Christ, as they sing: "SERPENT JESUS, SNAKES OF CHRIST/ gonna build you a world of lies." Inside the album is Glenn Danzig, wearing the satanic upside-down cross, above him is proudly quoted, John 8:44, "Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do." One of their logos is a demon strangling Jesus Christ with blood gushing from His eyes!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-114316292179793937?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/114316292179793937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=114316292179793937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114316292179793937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114316292179793937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-music-666.html' title='ROCK MUSIC &amp; 666'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-114316164261764363</id><published>2006-03-23T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:54:02.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Number of the Beast 666</title><content type='html'>The number 666 is cool. Made famous by the Book of Revelation (Chapter 13, verse 18, to be exact), it has also been studied extensively by mathematicians because of its many interesting properties. Here is a compendium of mathematical facts about the number 666. Most of the well-known "chestnuts" are included, but many are relatively new and have not been published elsewhere. im writing these as this year there is a date which represents the number of the beast which is 06-06-06,which can be also referred as 666. so enjoy the info i gained studying about this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 666 is a simple sum and difference of the first three 6th powers:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 16 - 26 + 36.&lt;br /&gt;It is also equal to the sum of its digits plus the cubes of its digits:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 6 + 6 + 6 + 6³ + 6³ + 6³.&lt;br /&gt;There are only five other positive integers with this property. Exercise: find them, and prove they are the only ones!&lt;br /&gt;666 is related to (6² + n²) in the following interesting ways:&lt;br /&gt;666 = (6 + 6 + 6) · (6² + 1²) 666 = 6! · (6² + 1²) / (6² + 2²)&lt;br /&gt;The sum of the squares of the first 7 primes is 666:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 2² + 3² + 5² + 7² + 11² + 13² + 17²&lt;br /&gt;The sum of the first 144 (= (6+6)·(6+6)) digits of pi is 666.&lt;br /&gt;16661 is the first beastly palindromic prime, of the form 1[0...0]666[0...0]1. The next one after 16661 is&lt;br /&gt;1000000000000066600000000000001&lt;br /&gt;which can be written concisely using the notation 1 013 666 013 1, where the subscript tells how many consecutive zeros there are. Harvey Dubner determined that the first 7 numbers of this type have subscripts 0, 13, 42, 506, 608, 2472, and 2623 [see J. Rec. Math, 26(4)].&lt;br /&gt;A very special kind of prime number [first mentioned to me by G. L. Honaker, Jr.] is a prime, p (that is, let's say, the kth prime number) in which the sum of the decimal digits of p is equal to the sum of the digits of k. The beastly palindromic prime number 16661 is such a number, since it is the 1928'th prime, and&lt;br /&gt;1 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 1 = 1 + 9 + 2 + 8.&lt;br /&gt;The triplet (216, 630, 666) is a Pythagorean triplet, as pointed out to me by Monte Zerger. This fact can be rewritten in the following nice form:&lt;br /&gt;(6·6·6)² + (666 - 6·6)² = 666²&lt;br /&gt;There are only two known Pythagorean triangles whose area is a repdigit number:&lt;br /&gt;(3, 4, 5) with area 6(693, 1924, 2045) with area 666666&lt;br /&gt;It is not known whether there are any others, though a computer search has verified that there are none with area less than 1040.  [see J. Rec. Math, 26(4), Problem 2097 by Monte Zerger]&lt;br /&gt;The sequence of palindromic primes begins 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 101, 131, 151, 181, 191, 313, 353, etc. Taking the last two of these, we discover that 666 is the sum of two consecutive palindromic primes:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 313 + 353.&lt;br /&gt;A well-known remarkably good approximation to pi is 355/113 = 3.1415929... If one part of this fraction is reversed and added to the other part, we get&lt;br /&gt;553 + 113 = 666.&lt;br /&gt;[from Martin Gardner's "Dr. Matrix" columns] The Dewey Decimal System classification number for "Numerology" is 133.335. If you reverse this and add, you get&lt;br /&gt;133.335 + 533.331 = 666.666&lt;br /&gt;[from G. L. Honaker, Jr.] There are exactly 6 6's in 6666. There are also exactly 6 6's in the previous sentence!&lt;br /&gt;[by P. De Geest, slight refinement by M. Keith] The number 666 is equal to the sum of the digits of its 47th power, and is also equal to the sum of the digits of its 51st power. That is,&lt;br /&gt;66647 =&lt;br /&gt;504996968442079675317314879840556477294151629526540818811763266893654044661&lt;br /&gt;6033068653028889892718859670297563286219594665904733945856&lt;br /&gt;66651 =&lt;br /&gt;993540757591385940334263511341295980723858637469431008997120691313460713282&lt;br /&gt;967582530234558214918480960748972838900637634215694097683599029436416&lt;br /&gt;and the sum of the digits on the right hand side is, in both cases, 666. In fact, 666 is the only integer greater than one with this property. (Also, note that from the two powers, 47 and 51, we get (4+7)(5+1) = 66.)&lt;br /&gt;The number 666 is one of only two positive integers equal to the sum of the cubes of the digits in its square, plus the digits in its cube. On the one hand, we have&lt;br /&gt;6662 = 4435566663 = 295408296&lt;br /&gt;while at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;(43 + 43 + 33 + 53 + 53 + 63) + (2+9+5+4+0+8+2+9+6) = 666.&lt;br /&gt;The other number with this property is 2583.&lt;br /&gt;We can state properties like this concisely be defining Sk(n) to be the sum of the kth powers of the digits of n. Then we can summarize items #13, #14, and #2 on this page by simply writing:&lt;br /&gt;666&lt;br /&gt;= S2(666) + S3(666)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= S1(66647) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= S1(66651)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= S3(6662) + S1(6663)&lt;br /&gt;[P. De Geest and G. L. Honaker, Jr.] Now that we have the Sk(n) notation, define SP(n) as the sum of the first n palindromic primes. Then:&lt;br /&gt;S3( SP(666) ) = 3 · 666&lt;br /&gt;where the same digits (3, 666) appear on both sides of the equation!&lt;br /&gt;[by Carlos Rivera] The number 20772199 is the smallest integer with the property that the sum of the prime factors of n and the sum of the prime factors of n+1 are both equal to 666:&lt;br /&gt;20772199 = 7 x 41 x 157 x 461, and 7+41+157+461 = 66620772200 = 2x2x2x5x5x283x367, and 2+2+2+5+5+283+367 = 666.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, integers n and n+1 having the same sum of prime factors are the famous Ruth-Aaron pairs. So we can say that (20772199, 20772200) is the smallest beastly Ruth-Aaron pair.&lt;br /&gt;[by G. L. Honaker, Jr.] The sum of the first 666 primes contains 666:&lt;br /&gt;2 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 11 · · · + 4969 + 4973 = 1533157 = 23 · 66659&lt;br /&gt;[Wang, J. Rec. Math, 26(3)] The number 666 is related to the golden ratio! (If a rectangle has the property that cutting off a square from it leaves a rectangle whose proportions are the same as the original, then that rectangle's proportions are in the golden ratio. Also, the golden ratio is the limit, as n becomes large, of the ratio between adjacent numbers in the Fibonacci sequence.) Denoting the Golden Ratio by t, we have the following identity, where the angles are in degrees:&lt;br /&gt;sin(666) = cos(6·6·6) = -t/2&lt;br /&gt;which can be combined into the lovely expression:&lt;br /&gt;t = - (sin(666) + cos(6·6·6) )&lt;br /&gt;There are exactly two ways to insert '+' signs into the sequence 123456789 to make the sum 666, and exactly one way for the sequence 987654321:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 567 + 89 = 123 + 456 + 78 + 9 666 = 9 + 87 + 6 + 543 + 21&lt;br /&gt;[from Patrick Capelle]&lt;br /&gt;666 is a divisor of 123456789 + 987654321.&lt;br /&gt;[from Patrick Capelle] 666 can be expressed just using the digit 3, as&lt;br /&gt;666 = p(3·3·3) + p(p(3·3·3))&lt;br /&gt;where p(i) means the ith prime number (that is, p(1) = 2, p(2) = 3, p(3) = 5, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;A Smith number is an integer in which the sum of its digits is equal to the sum of the digits of its prime factors. 666 is a Smith number, since&lt;br /&gt;666 = 2·3·3·37&lt;br /&gt;while at the same time&lt;br /&gt;6 + 6 + 6 = 2 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 7.&lt;br /&gt;Consider integers n with the following special property: if n is written in binary, then the one's complement is taken (which changes all 1's to 0's and all 0's to 1's), then the result is written in reverse, the result is the starting integer n. The first few such numbers are&lt;br /&gt;2 10 12 38 42 52 56 142 150 170 178 204 212 232 240 542 558 598 614...&lt;br /&gt;For example, 38 is 100110, which complemented is 011001, which reversed is 100110. Now, you don't really need to be told what the next one after 614 is, do you?&lt;br /&gt;The following fact is quite well known, but still interesting: If you write the first 6 Roman numerals, in order from largest to smallest, you get 666:&lt;br /&gt;DCLXVI = 666.&lt;br /&gt;The previous one suggests a form of word play that was popular several centuries ago: the chronogram. A chronogram attaches a numerical value to an English phrase or sentence by summing up the values of any Roman numerals it contains. (Back then, U,V and I,J were often considered the same letter for the purpose of the chronogram, however I prefer to distinguish them.) What's the best English chronogram for 666? Here's one that's pretty apt:&lt;br /&gt;Expect The Devil.&lt;br /&gt;Note that four of the six numerals are contained in the last word.&lt;br /&gt;A standard function in number theory is phi(n), which is the number of integers smaller than n and relatively prime to n. Remarkably,&lt;br /&gt;phi(666) = 6·6·6.&lt;br /&gt;The nth triangular number is given by the formula T(n) = (n)(n+1)/2, and is equal to the sum of the numbers from 1 to n.&lt;br /&gt;666 is the 36th triangular number - in other words,&lt;br /&gt;T(6·6) = 666.&lt;br /&gt;In 1975 Ballew and Weger proved (see J. Rec. Math, Vol. 8, No. 2):&lt;br /&gt;666 is the largest triangular number that's also a repdigit&lt;br /&gt;(A repdigit is a number consisting of a single repeated non-zero digit, like 11 or 22 or 555555.)&lt;br /&gt;[From Patrick Capelle] 666 is the sum of the squares of two consecutive triangular numbers:&lt;br /&gt;666 = 152 + 212&lt;br /&gt;which can also be elegantly written as&lt;br /&gt;T(6·6) = T(5)2 + T(6)2.&lt;br /&gt;But also note that T(5) + T(6) = T(8).  Indeed, 666 is the smallest triangular number of the form a2 + b2 with a+b also triangular.&lt;br /&gt;The doubly-triangular numbers are those numbers of the form T(T(n)), where T(n) are the triangular numbers defined in the previous item.  The sequence of doubly-triangular numbers begins&lt;br /&gt;1, 6, 21, 55, 120, 321, 406, 666, 1035&lt;br /&gt;so we see that 666 is the eighth doubly-triangular number (i.e., T(T(8)) = 666). &lt;br /&gt;The nth doubly-triangular number is, among other things, the number of ways to paint the vertices of a square using a set of n colors, where the colors are distinct but rotations and reflections of a given colored square are considered the same.  So there are 666 distinct ways of painting the vertices of a square with a set of eight colors.&lt;br /&gt;[from Monte Zerger]  6 (= T(3)), 66 (= T(11)), and 666 (= T(36)) are all triangular numbers in base 10.  These three numbers are also triangular in two other bases: 49 and 2040:&lt;br /&gt;(6)49 = 6 = T(3)(66)49 = 300 = T(24)(666)49 = 14706 = T(171)&lt;br /&gt;(6)2040 = 6 = T(3)(66)2040 = 12246 = T(1564)(666)2040 = 24981846 = T(7068)&lt;br /&gt;[from Monte Zerger]  6666 = 87266061345623616, which contains 6 6's.  In addition, the digits of 6666 can be split into two sets in two different ways, both of which sum up to the same value, 36 (= 6 x 6).&lt;br /&gt;The first eight and last nine digits both sum to 36:&lt;br /&gt;8 + 7 + 2 + 6 + 6 + 0 + 6 + 1 = 6 x 6 = 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 6&lt;br /&gt;while the 6's and non-6's also add up to 36:&lt;br /&gt;6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 = 6 x 6 = 8 + 7 + 2 + 0 + 1 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 2 + 3 + 1&lt;br /&gt;Finally, note that 6666 is almost pandigital - the only digit it's missing is an upside-down 6 (i.e., 9).&lt;br /&gt;A polygonal number is a positive integer of the form&lt;br /&gt;P(k,n) = n((k - 2)n + 4 - k)/2&lt;br /&gt;where k is the 'order' of the polygonal number (k=3 gives the triangular numbers, k=4 the squares, k=5 the pentagonal numbers, etc.), and n is its index. A repdigit polygonal number is a polygonal number that also happens to be a repdigit. Finally, define the wickedness of a polygonal number as n/k. Now, an amazing fact:&lt;br /&gt;666 is conjectured to be the most wicked repdigit polygonal number.&lt;br /&gt;Since 666 = P(3,36), its wickedness value is n/k = 12. I recently showed by computer calculation that there are no counterexamples to this conjecture less than 1050. See my paper &lt;a href="http://www.research.att.com/~njas/sequences/JIS/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more details. It seems quite certain that this is true but so far no one has proved it.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst on the subject of polygonal numbers, we can find among them some rather beastly configurations. One of the more striking is the following:&lt;br /&gt;If one arranges a group of people in a solid 3010529326318802-sided polygon with 666 people on each side, there will be a total of 666666666666666666666 persons in all.&lt;br /&gt;Or, more simply, P(3010529326318802, 666) = 666666666666666666666. See the paper link in the previous item for more like this.&lt;br /&gt;Define PI(n,d) as the d consecutive decimal digits of the number π (3.14159265358979...) starting at the nth digit after the decimal point. Then we can make the following pretty statement:&lt;br /&gt;PI(666, 3) = 7·7·7 (since the digits at that position are "343", or 7 cubed)&lt;br /&gt;as well as the following one, which contains nothing but 6's and 3's (and two 666's):&lt;br /&gt;PI(666 · 3.663663663..., 3) = 666.&lt;br /&gt;Inserting zeros between the sixes in 666 gives the number 60606, which has a few interesting properties of its own:&lt;br /&gt;60606 = 7 x 13 x 666 = 91 x 666 = T(13) x T(36) - i.e., 60606 is the product of two triangular numbers.&lt;br /&gt;60606 = 7 x 37 x (13 x 18), which is interesting in that Rev 13:18 is the place where 666 is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;60606 = P(7,156) - i.e., 60606 is a 7-gonal number. (Note that this can be written entirely using the evocative numbers 6, 7, and 13, by saying 60606 = P(7, (6+6)·13)). In addition we can make a statement using only 7's:&lt;br /&gt;60606 is the 7th palindromic 7-gonal number.&lt;br /&gt;60606 has exactly 6 prime factors.&lt;br /&gt;60606+1 is a prime number. Not only that, but it's a prime (p) for which the period length of the decimal expansion of its reciprocal (1/p) attains the maximum possible value of p-1. In other words:&lt;br /&gt;1/(60606 + 1) has period length 60606.&lt;br /&gt;60606 is, just like 666, the sum of two consecutive palindromic primes (both of which contain the evil eyes!):&lt;br /&gt;60606 = 30203 + 30403.&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to G. L. Honaker, Jr., Jud McCranie, Monte Zerger, and Patrick De Geest for these.]&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the subject of numbers closely related to 666...in July 2000 I snapped the following picture of my car's odometer&lt;br /&gt;which suggests that it might be worthwile to explore the double-wide-beast number (666666). Besides the obvious 666666 = 1001 x 666, Patrick De Geest points out that 666666 is a palindrome in both base 10 and base 16 (hex-adecimal - get it?), where its value is A2C2A. He also notes that in base 31 it is MBMB, which just like 666666 (made of two 666's) is formed by concatenating two identical parts (MB). Perhaps MB could be read as Multiple Beast.&lt;br /&gt;[found by Jud McCranie] It is a theorem that every positive integer occurs as the period length of the reciprocal of some prime. So, the obvious question arises: what's the smallest prime with period length 666? The answer was found in June 1998:&lt;br /&gt;p = 902659997773 is the smallest prime whose reciprocal has period length 666.&lt;br /&gt;The first 666 digits after the decimal point of 1/p (which then repeat) are:&lt;br /&gt;00000000000110783684052373279401585639362917619991156736445955345384909660&lt;br /&gt;527988183807668097998888678177303842311452437050057139244540856022857428448&lt;br /&gt;0352437836776725525116619485115892576776519141738094220028289530945207260114&lt;br /&gt;524370499463555604884827434558428086723261636865158160657066031266795971496&lt;br /&gt;637303661413240039402749172168836999999999998892163159476267205984143606370&lt;br /&gt;823800088432635540446546150903394720118161923319020011113218226961576885475&lt;br /&gt;6294994286075545914397714257155196475621632232744748833805148841074232234808&lt;br /&gt;5826190577997171046905479273988547562950053644439511517256544157191327673836&lt;br /&gt;3134841839342933968733204028503362696338586759960597250827831163&lt;br /&gt;Observe that if you turn the prime p upside down, there's a 666 inside, slightly to the left of the middle, and if you turn the single period of 1/p upside down, there's a 66666666666 inside, slightly to the left of the middle!&lt;br /&gt;[from Simon Whitechapel] A mathematically important number sequence is:&lt;br /&gt;7, 17, 19, 23, 29, 47, 59, 61, 97, 109, 113, 131, 149, ...&lt;br /&gt;which is the sequence of primes p whose reciprocal in base 10 has maximum period p-1. The last one, 1/149 with period 148, has the following digits after the decimal point (which then repeat):&lt;br /&gt;006711409395973154362416107382550335570469798657718120805369127516778523489&lt;br /&gt;9328859060402684563758389261744966442953020134228187919463087248322147651&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, the sum of these is 666. If these 148 numbers (the first 148 digits of 1/149) are written as the top row of a 148x148 square grid, and then the digits of 2/149 as the second row, then 3/149 and so on, the result is a 148x148 pseudo-magic square, in which every row and column sums to 666.&lt;br /&gt;[sent in by P. De Geest] The smallest prime number with a gap of 666 (that is, such that the prime following it is larger than it by exactly 666) is&lt;br /&gt;18691113008663&lt;br /&gt;Note the three sixes!  Also, Patrick Capelle points out that this prime (1869113008663) and the following one (1869113008663 + 666 = 18691113009329) both have the same digit sum, 53 (also a prime).&lt;br /&gt;Define a dottable fraction as one in which dots (representing multiplication) can be interspersed in both the numerator and denominator to produce an expression that's equal to the original fraction. The noteworthy dottable fraction&lt;br /&gt;666 = 6·6·6&lt;br /&gt;64676 6·46·76&lt;br /&gt;has a numerator of 666 and a denominator of the form 6x6y6.&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one (actually, two) based on a fraction [by Manley Perkel and Mike Keith].  The fraction 1666/6664 (which has a 666 in both numerator and denominator) has two interesting properties:&lt;br /&gt;(1) The numerical value of the fraction (0.25) is the same as the numerical value of the fraction you get by "canceling" (i.e., erasing or removing) the 666 from both the numerator and denominator.&lt;br /&gt;(2) The value of the fraction is the same as the value you get by splitting the fraction in half and multiplying the two parts together; that is,&lt;br /&gt;1666 = 16 . 66&lt;br /&gt;6664 66 64&lt;br /&gt;A fraction like this is known as a fractured fraction.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/s6sj7gt/mikealp.htm"&gt;alphametic&lt;/a&gt; below has a unique solution (i.e., there is only one way to replace letters with digits so that the addition sum is correct):&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;+BEAST&lt;br /&gt;SATAN&lt;br /&gt;[by Monte Zerger] Note that 1998 (a recent year) = 666 + 666 + 666. Not only that, but if we set A=3, B=6, C=9, etc., we find, amazingly, that&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN NINETY EIGHT = 666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fiederer@mindspring.com"&gt;Frank Fiederer&lt;/a&gt; points out that the age of the United States in 1998 is also related to 666, since&lt;br /&gt;1998 - 1776 = 666/3.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we close with an observation that makes a commentary on the folly of attaching a specific meaning to the number 666. If the letter A is defined to be equal to 36 (=6·6), B=37, C=38, and so on, then:&lt;br /&gt;The sum of the letters in the word SUPERSTITIOUS is 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the info above is exactly as it was published on a site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u all like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-114316164261764363?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/114316164261764363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=114316164261764363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114316164261764363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114316164261764363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/03/number-of-beast-666.html' title='The Number of the Beast 666'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922203.post-114074424944397781</id><published>2006-02-23T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:24:09.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARS</title><content type='html'>Take an index card all in black&lt;br /&gt;Make holes in random in size&lt;br /&gt;Make a clear view of it&lt;br /&gt;Stare for second or eight&lt;br /&gt;What do they look like?Yes!&lt;br /&gt;they look a lot like the STARS&lt;br /&gt;STARS, are one of the gods greatest creations&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how far they are...&lt;br /&gt;But still we can't regret the beauty&lt;br /&gt;As you get mesmerised on the elegance&lt;br /&gt;seconds will take it to dissipate&lt;br /&gt;Just wonder how they are radiate&lt;br /&gt;Shining with the glimpse of light so bright&lt;br /&gt;Millions and Billions of years sequestered&lt;br /&gt;But still take our eyes with the scintillate&lt;br /&gt;So mystic, So wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Just cant hesitate to look at the luminary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922203-114074424944397781?l=shamau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/feeds/114074424944397781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922203&amp;postID=114074424944397781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114074424944397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922203/posts/default/114074424944397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamau.blogspot.com/2006/02/stars.html' title='STARS'/><author><name>shamau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223385879042040164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPp1bMjr2e8/TcKjBWB0M_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/N5Jz9RbSjTc/s220/IMG_4134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
