<?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-4754263961691571484</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:29:04.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnum Opus</title><subtitle type='html'>da best creations in life is not to be looked beyond...
but just to ponder urself... since you are a creation.. by whom; from where; it doesnt matter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-3680144430922656476</id><published>2008-09-01T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:13:23.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>this is the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u killed your principle&lt;br /&gt;u are to be blamed&lt;br /&gt;this is a reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye rubenlovestoeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-3680144430922656476?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3680144430922656476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=3680144430922656476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/3680144430922656476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/3680144430922656476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye.html' title='GOODBYE'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-7434295228484952873</id><published>2008-08-27T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:51:12.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our History X</title><content type='html'>i knw tht u saw me weeping,&lt;br /&gt;but i still owe u something,&lt;br /&gt;its hard i cant even mention your name here..promises.promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear brother from a  different mother,&lt;br /&gt;been more than a month but i still have dejavus,&lt;br /&gt;cant compare shooting at beer cans,&lt;br /&gt;eating pork at Min Thein,&lt;br /&gt;all the great times as we were 2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have v bailed our arses,&lt;br /&gt;from prisons n Getafe's?&lt;br /&gt;intoxicating ourselves not even remembering,&lt;br /&gt;climbing up cemeteries and shouting their names out,&lt;br /&gt;good times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat n talked loads about life,&lt;br /&gt;streotypes we r not... u loved teasing gurls..heheh i miss those times&lt;br /&gt;remember when u punched me? bastard...&lt;br /&gt;u did coke and said it was salt,&lt;br /&gt;i smoked up and u said what the f***&lt;br /&gt;u cried when i told u tht i like this gurl..  but i didnt do anything..for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v could smell danger way before most fell into their tracks,&lt;br /&gt;never wrong we were, how lucky,&lt;br /&gt;remember when i told u tht shes going away,&lt;br /&gt;u told me u will watch out for her..i owe u.&lt;br /&gt;u did all those great things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why did u leave? so soon&lt;br /&gt;how many have seen 5 million in a sack?&lt;br /&gt;u had all but u gave back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories will still comeback&lt;br /&gt;u told me to leave when i wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;'this life aint for u blindman'..hehehe howd u knw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw ur reading this,&lt;br /&gt;i just miss those days,&lt;br /&gt;in love i am now..but i dont forget what we preached..honesty&lt;br /&gt;hugs from the blindman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s she calls me silly too..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-7434295228484952873?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7434295228484952873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=7434295228484952873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7434295228484952873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7434295228484952873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-history-x.html' title='Our History X'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2814448021403877241</id><published>2008-08-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:45:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rukunegara</title><content type='html'>kepercayaan kepada tuhan&lt;br /&gt;kesetiaan kepada raja dan negara&lt;br /&gt;keluhuran perlembagaan&lt;br /&gt;kedaulatan undang undang&lt;br /&gt;kesopanan dan kesusilaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i can actually remember...&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts just ran kaput a while ago thinkin about prioritizing my job assignments until u heard the negaraku... yeah i m weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepercayaan kepada tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant relate to this though... we believe n, blieved? heheh.. this includes religion right? n this boils down to race...&lt;br /&gt;why are people stick fighting n throwin racial remarks? why arent we united? why is tht people still being so fucking compulsive about their race being more superior than the others? fuck everyone dies in the end..&lt;br /&gt;ur fuckin body might just rot or be burned..thts it.. how u lived life is more important than being judgmental on others.&lt;br /&gt;just tolerate if the muslims hve to bang in the morning, u wake up early thts all..&lt;br /&gt;just tolerate if the hindus break coconuts on the streets, u can eat it&lt;br /&gt;just tolerate if the buddhist have long funeral possesions, see hw they respect the dead..&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell Tolerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesetiaan kepada raja dan negara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how are we suppose to be loyal when the king does not make serious judgments?how are we suppose to respect him when he knows the country is in fuckin state/&lt;br /&gt;he does nothing, how to show inclusiveness? how are we suppose to be united as a county when basic things such as understanding within Malaysians are separated? forcefully or by culture?u tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keluhuran perlembagaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mightiness of the Constitution? the constitution does not even preach understanding, its  screwed from  a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kedaulatan undang-undang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;correct correct correct. its fucked since 1988. how to daulat?supposed to be a royal term but whats it now?this complements the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesetiaan kepada raja dan negara &lt;/span&gt;. so this is fucked to or fucking.u define it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesopanan dan kesusilaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where m i supose to start on this. the prime minister sleeps during important meetings. he himself doesn respect how are we suppose to be sopan? the lrt seats for the old and disabled are meant for them not some young punks, how to be sopan? enforcement officers spit at prostitutes..fuck u they are humans too.. how to be sopan. one race condemning about the other..how to sopan?&lt;br /&gt;tolerate la kawan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how..&lt;br /&gt;if ur hindu/buddhist and u dont consume beef: if a /event occurs, just dont eat the beef la&lt;br /&gt; if they serve, ur other kawan makan&lt;br /&gt;if your muslim and u knw tht ur non muslim fren is coming over for makan, just dont serve beef!!!!&lt;br /&gt;simple kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the is no superior race la... back then the british divided us with their divide and rule system, if we still believe in tht shit, u should fuck urself....&lt;br /&gt;anak petani jadi menteri&lt;br /&gt;anak penoreh getah jadi menteri&lt;br /&gt;anak peniaga jadi menteri juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what? tolerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rukunegara should be abolished. we cant even unite the people around us, but we drive the unity propaganda,&lt;br /&gt;think again,&lt;br /&gt;its not how much wealth u gain, u will be remembered if u can bring two different individuals together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua matila end of it..semua.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s u dont need to sell the rukunegara, its a bad product&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2814448021403877241?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2814448021403877241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2814448021403877241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2814448021403877241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2814448021403877241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/rukunegara.html' title='rukunegara'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-4561797128070467058</id><published>2008-08-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:37:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the parish of semabok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SK5Bigjr_ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q7FtrC4vGfE/s1600-h/Creation-hands-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237195477789441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SK5Bigjr_ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q7FtrC4vGfE/s320/Creation-hands-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;I all alone beweep my outcast state,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look upon myself, and curse my fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With what I most enjoy contented least;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like to the lark at break of day arising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That then I scorn to change my state with kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-shakespeare-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s do they relate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-4561797128070467058?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4561797128070467058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=4561797128070467058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/4561797128070467058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/4561797128070467058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-parish-of-semabok.html' title='from the parish of semabok'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SK5Bigjr_ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q7FtrC4vGfE/s72-c/Creation-hands-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1380538938958757459</id><published>2008-08-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:27:55.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51 cigarettes</title><content type='html'>berada disini memungkinkan saya melepas.. adakalanya berubah tetapi adakah ia pasti, tidak dikisahkan apa yang diluahkan oleh isi hati yang tidak dipedulikan..tapi setiap perkataan di sini, Luahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being sober is not an option, it is by choice that i choose, sometimes i am high sometimes i m sober, why create all this word? i pen down sometimes not indicating anything, sometimes its indicated, i prioritize, i try..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its being human, this is an excuse.. sometimes i feel like writing,. now i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i like my mind, i named it Magnum Opus, its shut at times, but i try to overcome it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandiwara,&lt;br /&gt;prestasi, bukan kata yang diluahkan, ia seperti satu watak,&lt;br /&gt;its by definition that we are blinded, i stick to certain things, i did, by definition&lt;br /&gt;abide by the rules,&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;white and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situasi ini dikatakan menarik perhatian,&lt;br /&gt;bagai, inspirasi&lt;br /&gt;elok kalau kita berubah,&lt;br /&gt;tapi menjadi siapa? karenah yang diibaratkan sempurna?&lt;br /&gt;but thats not you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i think to much, what i miss more than reading, the rubenesque lower body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1380538938958757459?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1380538938958757459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1380538938958757459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1380538938958757459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1380538938958757459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/51-cigarettes.html' title='51 cigarettes'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-558152517315281604</id><published>2008-08-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:20:27.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN Dilemma Part 4</title><content type='html'>rabies and germs, sorry for the long awaited main course... i just realized that my convocation is tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder dont buy me flowers..thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;main course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a 'decent' meal at night with the fellow &lt;em&gt;excited first year indian frenz&lt;/em&gt; we are alwiz instructed to go back to our rooms... wow arent they understanding..they instruct us to go back to our room so that we can revise and study for our classes or tutorials the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as u try to read the 3rd page of your notes(well thank the &lt;em&gt;chinese frenz,&lt;/em&gt; they have a buddy system where the freshman will get the notes from the seniors!!!!) u will get a sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are invited to participate in the indian orientation in the following room (&lt;/em&gt;i shall not disclose the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we &lt;em&gt;the excited first year indian male student&lt;/em&gt; will report ourselves to the 'room', it has a name, direct translation means, the butcher shop. u will have a fat mother fucker who will not be able to see his pea sized penis ( yes we all have seen it, we were told to see it)..&lt;br /&gt;here comes the main course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;no pants allowed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah read the title, we the &lt;em&gt;excited first years&lt;/em&gt; will have to show off our lovely J Lo arses and Timbuktu dicks. the science faculty seniors who are soo fucking good in their studies will come and inspect our foreskins and also our 'sizes'. some made it some didnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were then told to perform some show for the very &lt;em&gt;curious&lt;/em&gt; seniors who would like to watch some gay porno without penetration. we would have to be naked and sometimes smell the sweat of our fellow &lt;em&gt;excited first year indian&lt;/em&gt; friends. we have gangbangs and also some cumming fest which some of us loose. so u will get some form of milo panas with french oil for your dick to cum.. well i dont know howd tht work!!! till today&lt;br /&gt;hmmm those readers please wipe up after reading yea..thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;maid of horror&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the shows in the room, some of us who can act like me will escape to the rooms to sleep of get drunk. yeha i like to drink. some unlucky fellas will have to wash up to 9 pail of clothes. some of the first years will pee in their seniors pails after washing their clothes. well u deserve it lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;these seniors will skip their classes for the whole duration of the ragging!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint kidding you, they sacrifice their time and class to orientate us. i was very touched when i heard of this. i seriously would not do it..&lt;br /&gt;ehhehe duh, thats why they finish studying a 3 year course in 5 years!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dont u get the maths u fools....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this cycle goes on and on.. some of us rebel ..yeah we did but due to some promises we still keep on going. whatever i  have written here is true and i will take responsible for what i have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the &lt;em&gt;excited first year &lt;/em&gt;reported these incidents to the higher authority and guess what the report was sent back to the residential college!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so to whom do we complain too!!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-558152517315281604?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/558152517315281604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=558152517315281604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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there&lt;br /&gt;askin,&lt;br /&gt;for a particular good reason,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt ask for a change, just a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;memories;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just came into my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;i asked,&lt;br /&gt;for a particular good reason&lt;br /&gt;u said u were fine, i accepted&lt;br /&gt;memories;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u came that nite,&lt;br /&gt;physically....&lt;br /&gt;for a particular good reason&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt let u go this time,&lt;br /&gt;so i kissed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s gua miss lu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1199292815812233911?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1199292815812233911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1199292815812233911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1199292815812233911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1199292815812233911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/u.html' title='U'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-8329995273050732513</id><published>2008-08-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:54:16.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the yogurt was too expensive</title><content type='html'>saw u toddling around&lt;br /&gt;with the breadwinner,&lt;br /&gt;lookin at each closely..&lt;br /&gt;at the bargain shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u followed without much questioning,&lt;br /&gt;something caught ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;he saw....&lt;br /&gt;went there to reach..&lt;br /&gt;u controlled it voicelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is this unfortunate,&lt;br /&gt;its all too hope for my dear boy,&lt;br /&gt;some spend weekends in paradises,&lt;br /&gt;some just request and its granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for u its a challenge,&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;a big NO is the best answer&lt;br /&gt;but glimpses of hope is still surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;my dear boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might be a kid, and yes u are&lt;br /&gt;but remember,&lt;br /&gt;as ur age catches up, it makes u..&lt;br /&gt;stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the yogurt was too expensive for your father,&lt;br /&gt;its okie...&lt;br /&gt;he did notice your 'sights'&lt;br /&gt;thats a big gift itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u walk that road,&lt;br /&gt;the yogurt will still be expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-8329995273050732513?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8329995273050732513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=8329995273050732513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8329995273050732513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8329995273050732513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-yogurt-was-too-expensive.html' title='when the yogurt was too expensive'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2789624099961019464</id><published>2008-08-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:06:18.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does every  else matter</title><content type='html'>when the cripple try to walk&lt;br /&gt;then bending of society looking,&lt;br /&gt;its more agonizing for them then the cripple,&lt;br /&gt;does this equation seem simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the cripple tries to walk&lt;br /&gt;he lifts his soul and strength&lt;br /&gt;but society plea overshadows them&lt;br /&gt;ignorance and standstill&lt;br /&gt;why don u try to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the cripple tried to walk&lt;br /&gt;the society still watches him passing by&lt;br /&gt;and they went by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this equation still stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;as rome burns, nero stood laughin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2789624099961019464?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2789624099961019464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2789624099961019464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2789624099961019464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2789624099961019464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-every-else-matter.html' title='does every  else matter'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-4800749405199157516</id><published>2008-08-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:14:36.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dejavu AS IT IS</title><content type='html'>Do not pray for me&lt;br /&gt;There is no forgiveness here&lt;br /&gt;Just the longest, darkest night&lt;br /&gt;And my peoples end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, many a crooked day we spent&lt;br /&gt;Telling tales and making myths&lt;br /&gt;Sharpening our tongues for the final fight&lt;br /&gt;Yet doing little but growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a religious man&lt;br /&gt;So why should I put my faith in you?&lt;br /&gt;You burned your bridges a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I'm a heathen, searching for his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History is often dictated by faith. Putting the worlds to rights while it passes you by. Is there an honour in following your words to the bitter end despite being plagued with doubts?..."&lt;br /&gt;-primadorial-&lt;br /&gt;p/s why does everythin else seems related? even this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-4800749405199157516?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4800749405199157516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=4800749405199157516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/4800749405199157516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/4800749405199157516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/dejavu-as-it-is.html' title='dejavu AS IT IS'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6993414219374175280</id><published>2008-07-24T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:29:34.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian dilemma (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>sorry for the parting of my entries yea..kinda cool since Pete is doing that with Anwars inquiry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoping at end this series at 5, bare with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the disgrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know whats the( i am &lt;em&gt;melebihkan&lt;/em&gt;) most disgraceful thing (one of the many) is that you are being slapped in public. yeah some of my fellow &lt;em&gt;excited first &lt;/em&gt;year indian frenz got slapped in public for not being able to recite a religious prayer song. come on whats wrong with eating your food without reciting your prayers. i dont need a scientific explanation. but if everyone is goingg to recite before eating, your food will get cold. thats beside the point here, why should someone get slapped in public!!!!! yeah damn right, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chicken cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the other factor that i almost forgot is that..this raggers will pick on &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;excited  first year who he thinks is weak emotionally and can be toyed around. Sick. they will not be daring fighting alone. they are alwiz loud in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the disgrace ( part 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in public you are toyed with, called names and made to cry( this is the highlight). if a senior is able to make someone cry he/she will win points. thats how they work. MAFIA? they have no principles.they dont.&lt;br /&gt;with all the other races watchin, they are made to sing songs aloud!! serious loud, if not you get ( have a wild guess here, common readers.. spot the obvious).. to sing again till u get the freakin line right. or called names and toyed around.&lt;br /&gt;my main problem was that i was from Malacca High School (MHS), hmm not forgettin that the main problem being that i cant speak Tamil. they had issues with me not eating with them during lunch and i smile alot!!1 ehhe i smile a lot..thats their issue with me.&lt;br /&gt;being from MHS i had almost 20 frenz in the same residential college, so i tend to acknowledge them. but these seniors will screw me up for ignoring them( gee after all that, u think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote ' dont speak to the other races, why u think we are not good enough for you ahh? who u think will come assist you if ur in trouble, your chinese and malay friends?' unquote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i was not allowed to speak to my friends, WOW&lt;br /&gt;and another issue they had with me is tht i disappear during lunch. well i sit with my non hindu friends. the reson being that i love &lt;strong&gt;BEEF&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! i respect them and not sit when i am having my favourite &lt;em&gt;daging masak merah. &lt;/em&gt;and all they think is that i dont want to have lunch with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you get some extra flavouring into your food. its called the &lt;strong&gt;SALIVA&lt;/strong&gt;. some seniors will come and spit. your suppose to eat of drink with their saliva in it. well i watch fear factor a bit too much, so i normally dont give to shits about this, i i decline at first but after so many weeks of mental torture, u just dont give too nuts no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen i hope u enjoyed dessert, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;main course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be on its way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6993414219374175280?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6993414219374175280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6993414219374175280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6993414219374175280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6993414219374175280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/indian-dilemma-part-3.html' title='Indian dilemma (Part 3)'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-659924800448378941</id><published>2008-07-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:49:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Dilemma (part 2)</title><content type='html'>back..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope the introduction was a breather.. lets me be more specific and contribute towards the 'real' awareness of being a typical indian male student in the local universities here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;i would like all readers (k i m not sure about this) to know that i went through this and this is my personal experience. i was never at the worst end of it but i m writting on behalf of my fellow Indian friends who feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ragging process runs for the duration of 2 weeks to 8 weeks ( university calendar is 14 weeks per sem(half a year)). it depends on how Supreme the residential colleges are on this matter. thanks to Karma i got the best in the ragging industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students from different walks of life come in, some of them are well of and some of them have never eaten KFC. i dont blame them, the divide and rule system that the British introduced has created this.but after the british left, a handful left the estates ( thanks dad!!!). 90% of these indian dudes will not be able to converse in english with u for more than 3 minutes. some of them can but they refuse too. why? self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;self confidence&lt;/strong&gt; should be built while they are in uni!!! but unfortunately..its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a level where self confidence is a luxury than a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the games begin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;after the orientation in uni ( a week), the indian students( so are the rest) are gathered and briefed about the 'indian orientation ='ragging'. at norm ( well alwiz these days) they will be more gurls than guys. the ratio is about 6:1. on the gurls part i have no clue what goes on there as i cant participate. seriously i would!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the plot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of orientation is pretty much like being in the prefects board, gettin to know them and being good mannered. all the indians will eat during lunch at the same area and table.as for me it was hell coz i couldnt speak the tamil language... sounds simple?&lt;br /&gt;well thats the idea, they ensure u build trust. they make u trust them. they will be nice to0 you, u tell ur stories where your from( your background, fiinanicial income of ur family, and your likings) and all... so they plot the game right. these raggers(if there is such word), will meet regularly every nite to report to their head(normally a senior who tries to complete his degree with an extra time, heheh like 5 years for an economics or arts degree!!!)&lt;br /&gt;once they have built the trust and ensured whos(us the &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt; first years!!!) character is what they pounce on them(us the &lt;strong&gt;super excited&lt;/strong&gt; first years of uni)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sessions..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(drum rolls please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning university malaya........&lt;br /&gt;well the dress code is simple. guys formal(i wore slacks!!!) without a tie. And we thought they preparing us for the corporate world!!!! WRONG!!!!.. they didnt want spoil brats like me to show off my levis jeans to another male indian who cant afford it!!! very NOBLE.. but guess what sometimes when u see some other person dressing up..u tend to be inspired..why the heck didnt they think that way....negativity!!!! this is where u should look into progressing.. well now u cant afford later in life u will strive to buy it at least!!!! well this is nto bad..dress code for female is punjabi suits(i think i spelled it right)..coz they dont want indian gurls to show off their normally enlarged boobs to the other community. hence preventing inter race marriages!!!!! seriously..that was their explanation.&lt;br /&gt;(author needs a piss).. i am so nervous writting this, they might ask me to wear slacks again..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-659924800448378941?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/659924800448378941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=659924800448378941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/659924800448378941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/659924800448378941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/indian-dilemma-part-2.html' title='Indian Dilemma (part 2)'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-3935237318939359919</id><published>2008-07-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:57:06.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN dilemma (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>disclaimer: i am writing this under the influence of alcohol..but i m not drunk la.. legally this would safe my arse...but i think being aware of it is not goin to help me much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an article regarding malaysian education is not good enough caught my eyes. well let me be blunty honest with u.. i am born indian in malaysia..did i have a choice? hell no..&lt;br /&gt;but i lived with it being able to cope quite well...&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i am writing this is just because i m under the influence... realy thats all....waiting for myself to be picked उप as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my convocation is barely 2 weeks away n i am from the prestigious University Malaya(UM) ehhe that what they say lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i weant to talk about the reality of being there.. seriously someone should know..&lt;br /&gt;UM is totally fucked..management and also the students...60% of UM students cant speak english!!!! seriously and that includes my good self......i m being humble here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being Indian gives u the added advantage of being in UM..the ragging... yes it still exist and fuck u it does not make anyone stronger..... includes u who thinks otherwise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;being INDIAN in UM means u came under the quota system where medicoracy will get u into good faculties unlike the Chinese students who need excellent results.... UM is corrupted. i wish not to address this though i have evidence..yeah i do..seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wana talk about the INDIAN DILEMMA... btw i cant spell n i dont really care. because i dont have too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an indian student a guy, comes into UM hoping that he would be trained to do good and better his life.. coz majority of the students come from the rural areas...they are given the results!!! yeah they are GIVEN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have personally gone through this INDIAN DILEMMA i would like to let you all know that the Indian guy students go through some real shitty incidents before being accepted into the uni...&lt;br /&gt;what do i mean by accepted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group masturbation, giving up freedom, and being ill treated is part of the group 'orientation' of being an INDIAN student..seriously. i come from the most hardcore of residential college where besides not getting a place in the residential college the next semester if we vote against pro government student party, the 'lucky' male indian students need to go through hell if not worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(need a break)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-3935237318939359919?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3935237318939359919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=3935237318939359919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/3935237318939359919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/3935237318939359919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/indian-dillema-part-1.html' title='INDIAN dilemma (Part 1)'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1304205603048981377</id><published>2008-07-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:22:19.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>न उन्न कोल्लापोरण</title><content type='html'>ये पंडी&lt;br /&gt;नी थोथा ये वैरम&lt;br /&gt;जडी ने एन्ना पक्क्ठे&lt;br /&gt;उन पते न उन उयिरे येद्दाकारे पोर्रण&lt;br /&gt;इत्हू ये&lt;br /&gt;सत्य्यम डा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कथकली मुल्लियामाए न वारेन&lt;br /&gt;न वारेन&lt;br /&gt;येप्पदी दह येप्पदी&lt;br /&gt;नी एन्थिमुला इत्हू सेंजाए&lt;br /&gt;न वारेन दह&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प/स एन्ना सत्यिमा पक्काठेया...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1304205603048981377?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1304205603048981377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1304205603048981377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1304205603048981377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1304205603048981377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='न उन्न कोल्लापोरण'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6566155278118670373</id><published>2008-06-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:24:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes behind my back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SG4w5mfGXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x88Cu6K5F1g/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SG4w5mfGXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x88Cu6K5F1g/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219162784310648258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears,&lt;br /&gt;its been a long wait,&lt;br /&gt;for what i have promisingly said,&lt;br /&gt;7 years....&lt;br /&gt;all will fall to tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many have come and left,&lt;br /&gt;many,&lt;br /&gt;walkin and shouldering each one of them,&lt;br /&gt;but I was just a stamp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears,&lt;br /&gt;soon there will be permanence....&lt;br /&gt;i will reminisce through the pain,&lt;br /&gt;for those long  very stable memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears,&lt;br /&gt;many have come and left,&lt;br /&gt;but today i will have eyes behind my back....&lt;br /&gt;and no walking back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s shanti shanti shanti  niii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SG4w5mfGXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x88Cu6K5F1g/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-8973039328500791689</id><published>2008-06-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:12:59.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sang bulan</title><content type='html'>whispers to the one,&lt;br /&gt;abused the tone,&lt;br /&gt;i appologise,&lt;br /&gt;didnt hear you..indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting myself into urs ,&lt;br /&gt;i did,&lt;br /&gt;never did i realize&lt;br /&gt;the part of me been disclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish u were here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 6 beers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-8973039328500791689?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8973039328500791689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=8973039328500791689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8973039328500791689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8973039328500791689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/06/sang-bulan.html' 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terus berdada dalam hati,&lt;br /&gt;sampai mati...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata yang menyinar....&lt;br /&gt;ku masih menunggu sang mentari,&lt;br /&gt;kerana dalam hati,&lt;br /&gt;aku masih manusia dalam kegelapan ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku rasa,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan ini akan tiba,&lt;br /&gt;mengatasi semuanya,&lt;br /&gt;kerana ku masih menanti sang mentari dalam kegelapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s monkey misses the moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-9025396205385436393?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9025396205385436393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=9025396205385436393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>' ifyou want to know if you're happy or not, consider what you think first thing when you wake up and right before you sleep'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing that for sometime... hypotheses null rejected at 5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s its 3 in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1456819823574784178?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1456819823574784178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1456819823574784178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1456819823574784178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1456819823574784178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-tree-friends.html' title='happy tree friends'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-4862406241608572131</id><published>2008-05-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:08:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liars....scapegoats...fornication under the consent of the king ERS</title><content type='html'>disclaimer: this is indeed targeted, as we can read between lines, i doubt abilities; wouldn't u?&lt;br /&gt;                          please take offense, the characters are true and non fictional. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreading legs of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of class,&lt;br /&gt;teacher with a smile&lt;br /&gt;students lining a mile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutor watches by,&lt;br /&gt;with eyes of blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;class goes on&lt;br /&gt;with much effort to the tone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking backseat to all scenario,&lt;br /&gt;a student; should could would be me&lt;br /&gt;pain stricken heart broken kid&lt;br /&gt;wish he was in a metal gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave away his freedom&lt;br /&gt;in exchange of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;but he was screwed by his own kingdom&lt;br /&gt;he fled to a new region&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies and corps&lt;br /&gt;happy and sappy,&lt;br /&gt;comes a day&lt;br /&gt;he never want to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost in woods,&lt;br /&gt;he saw opposite,&lt;br /&gt;drew his composite&lt;br /&gt;and he deposits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies and corps comes by.&lt;br /&gt;he wish he would fly,&lt;br /&gt;they deny,&lt;br /&gt;calls from samurai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loses it,&lt;br /&gt;temperament&lt;br /&gt;disclose expose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s before hitting a nail with a hammer, ensure the nail is well placed, dont worry about nailing it in, worry about the hammer not hitting your nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-4862406241608572131?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4862406241608572131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=4862406241608572131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Pati</title><content type='html'>i drooled as the corner arrived,&lt;br /&gt;not noticing you there,&lt;br /&gt;as u got down,&lt;br /&gt;i caught a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my orange coloured saree pati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u looks gives it away,&lt;br /&gt;makin me reminisce about the days tht will arrive,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes never left the sight of u,&lt;br /&gt;walking with a limp,&lt;br /&gt;caused by all the sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur  roots is known by me,&lt;br /&gt;and will i not blame u?&lt;br /&gt;i not know..........&lt;br /&gt;ur offsprings?..arent they allured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could whisper tht day,&lt;br /&gt;would have i said how are you?or how can i help you,&lt;br /&gt;never did i those....&lt;br /&gt;i walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from cradle to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;ate red spittings and had a hardlife,&lt;br /&gt;i assume,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you faith guides u through good memories,&lt;br /&gt;as i cant help thinking about your sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words  can be uttered gracefully,&lt;br /&gt;meaningless to u i know,&lt;br /&gt;shall i see you gain,&lt;br /&gt;will hold your hands and cross those roads..&lt;br /&gt;will i? shall see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Happy mothers day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6804532000669037142?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6804532000669037142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6804532000669037142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6804532000669037142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6804532000669037142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/pati.html' title='Pati'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1339931843517172361</id><published>2008-04-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:35:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty</title><content type='html'>listen to this,&lt;br /&gt;the true definition...&lt;br /&gt;definitely is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-936d15abbd9bf915" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1390812225318885197</id><published>2008-04-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:57:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 and more</title><content type='html'>it was just after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;clouds brighter,&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the swing, a child..&lt;br /&gt;looking at the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiled&lt;br /&gt;sweet neighbour opens the  door ....&lt;br /&gt;and runs out this gurl in a hat, barely 8..i was ten&lt;br /&gt;front tooth missing...&lt;br /&gt;she glanced at me...smirking, nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiled then i&lt;br /&gt;she comes up to me innocently...&lt;br /&gt;never spoken...&lt;br /&gt;she glanced n pulled me from the swing, surprised i was,&lt;br /&gt;she kissed me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoxicated i was......&lt;br /&gt;12 days has passed...&lt;br /&gt;we hold hands.....still smiling....giggling she,,,,&lt;br /&gt;children in love...they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s answer  for my question...tak nak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1390812225318885197?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1390812225318885197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1390812225318885197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1390812225318885197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1390812225318885197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-and-more.html' title='12 and more'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6097265475561736056</id><published>2008-04-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:17:18.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Marijuana....</title><content type='html'>interesting!!!&lt;br /&gt;as a frequent visitor to clinics and specialist centers, i have come across loads of medical treatments..but this particular clip is interesting..docs and parents out there...its good not to be conventional.. a bit of risk will hrt but as the economists always say..Short Run  does not reflect the Long Run process..totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d8f94e68151e35f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5d8f94e68151e35f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a04c08ccde7c3999&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6097265475561736056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6097265475561736056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6097265475561736056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6097265475561736056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/04/medical-marijuana.html' title='Medical Marijuana....'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6018433431414689162</id><published>2008-04-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:25:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ke tanah temasek</title><content type='html'>'dont over promise and under deliver, under promise and over deliver'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fish sake i cant get tht out of my head!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;thous absence from blogging hasd been ages and the complication of da matters arise has sunken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well currently back in melaka for the new year, and yes its funny we laugh at our chinese counterparts regarding their new year celebration during the month of february(thanks russell) we indians, representative from the indian continent celebrate our new year in april....&lt;br /&gt;not only that, different geographical situation comes into consideration.... the north and the south would have to agree on this for once.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the last entry which i cant recall myself, things have been good and not so bad...being optimistic here....learning how to get myself into the dream career tht i alwiz thought and bein groomed for..as for now everythin has fallen into its place yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being pampered too often these days............ i m too be blamed..well&lt;br /&gt;need to hit ma books in a bit....salman rushdie's controversial is with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently what i am learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SAJAp3l7UMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DN3p-k3FUy8/s1600-h/DSC_7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SAJAp3l7UMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DN3p-k3FUy8/s320/DSC_7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780808726073538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting a damn photo on da blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sweetdreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s need ma foreign extra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6018433431414689162?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6018433431414689162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6018433431414689162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6018433431414689162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6018433431414689162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/04/ke-tanah-temasek.html' title='ke tanah temasek'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/SAJAp3l7UMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DN3p-k3FUy8/s72-c/DSC_7104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2350657871896625620</id><published>2008-03-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:11:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flip flop..........</title><content type='html'>i hate doing this but here goes....&lt;br /&gt;1152&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i hear a new rhyme same lyrics and bad habits,&lt;br /&gt;u shout ur name one 2 many times,&lt;br /&gt;understand your nature and culture,&lt;br /&gt;where u belong and where u represent,&lt;br /&gt;it aint wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hop to flip flop&lt;br /&gt;u wanna fly high without whiskey and thai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal me in a coffin,&lt;br /&gt;nail it hard coz u knw i am commin...&lt;br /&gt;feelin hard to represent and knw where i stand,&lt;br /&gt;'how long will you mourn me' thats GRAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;not some lyrics with ur name in BOLD BRAND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hop to flip flop&lt;br /&gt;have u heard the birth of a new family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoxicating mesmerizing black city&lt;br /&gt;revolution hoping to bring; thus sing&lt;br /&gt;RAP is its name, 'blunt' the game&lt;br /&gt;not the tune u sing; aint the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u shout ur name&lt;br /&gt;name it a game&lt;br /&gt;thinking its the same!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hop to flip flop&lt;br /&gt;someones got to put a fullstop......................&lt;br /&gt;0003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s why the heck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2350657871896625620?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2350657871896625620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2350657871896625620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2350657871896625620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2350657871896625620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/flip-flop.html' title='flip flop..........'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-4174668044751895288</id><published>2008-03-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:39:19.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;There are places I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life though some have changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some forever not for better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have gone and some remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these places have their moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lovers and friends I still can recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and some are living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've loved them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all these friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one compares with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these memories lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of love as something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I'll love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I'll love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-4174668044751895288?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-5635952964505813356</id><published>2008-03-01T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:38:06.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment.....</title><content type='html'>confessions of a junkie,&lt;br /&gt;jamming with you,&lt;br /&gt;keeping you satisfied.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind twisted with nerves unrested,&lt;br /&gt;lovely dovely,&lt;br /&gt;pots of pig belly,&lt;br /&gt;this is the confession of a hardcore junkie.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day 2+3-4+4 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;remembering you blood flow,&lt;br /&gt;and u saw my eys glow,&lt;br /&gt;with horror and sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one shot and i realized how far we went,&lt;br /&gt;how far we went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s damn i can never complete this&lt;br /&gt;       just letting it loose for you bitten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-5635952964505813356?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5635952964505813356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=5635952964505813356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5635952964505813356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5635952964505813356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/attachment.html' title='Attachment.....'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6143072427034124991</id><published>2008-02-27T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:29:59.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Jeopardize looking through the eyes of dollars&lt;br /&gt;Patience... cracked away&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons fly blow it all aside up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And believe me its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythin coming and distracting&lt;br /&gt;Deafening blaring and vibrating counterfeit inspired&lt;br /&gt;Makes used if forever&lt;br /&gt;And now to feel not to shrewd completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be precise opportunities are open wide come in life behind&lt;br /&gt;Break the ice close both eyes and now&lt;br /&gt;Make your feelings cry and believe me its alright&lt;br /&gt;Feel inside feel the hype feel the vibe stay in sky high&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6143072427034124991?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6143072427034124991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6143072427034124991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6143072427034124991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6143072427034124991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/currently.html' title='currently..............'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-8977575399500948164</id><published>2008-01-23T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:48:43.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D N A (drugs n alcohol )</title><content type='html'>drip drip sip sip&lt;br /&gt;pondering into ya eyes n hoping for a wish list,&lt;br /&gt;looking at the veins of the battered wrist,&lt;br /&gt;hopin it turns not much of a cyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn around and look,&lt;br /&gt;silence from the Caribbean  book,&lt;br /&gt;souls resting from  intoxications; &lt;br /&gt;being wit their friend from imperfection; disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drip drip sip sip&lt;br /&gt;u start to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;smile to your self, reminisce.. good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;u dont disclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponder ponder wonder wonder,&lt;br /&gt;u reach for you vege,&lt;br /&gt;lit a bud and wonder if ur happy?&lt;br /&gt;this is so sappy..&lt;br /&gt;imagine a road side puppy/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach a  point a ponder,&lt;br /&gt;making yourself a point with gestures,&lt;br /&gt;alone in silence u wonder,&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean by getin older,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i have class!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-8977575399500948164?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8977575399500948164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=8977575399500948164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8977575399500948164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/8977575399500948164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-n-drugs-n-alcohol.html' title='D N A (drugs n alcohol )'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6556609874490017841</id><published>2008-01-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:40:51.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>premiere</title><content type='html'>staring into spaces.......&lt;br /&gt;overlooking Femina and smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum hanging the clothes.... checked out drafts of unposted entries.. i need a dictionary....&lt;br /&gt;lunar without pork..isnt it amazing...mails of hatred and ivy has been deleted.. makes me think.. like i alwiz say i hate to think...too much effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog the blog.. i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;thaipusam was fun..first time there.. well if u dont knw i m born a hindu..but not very much one( contemporary)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like riddles makes you think without the box and like sonnet 18 or 16 i forgot, i interpreted it such a way  that, quote ' Shakespeare will have  put a dagger through ur throat'..i was 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking bout scorpions now..its a political race... are u alone? u might ponder.....&lt;br /&gt;saw the gesture and it made sense u think? posterior attack? this cant be such..think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s not under the influence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6556609874490017841?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6556609874490017841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6556609874490017841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6556609874490017841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/6556609874490017841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/premiere.html' title='premiere'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-5989488472556972600</id><published>2008-01-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:40:14.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isabella</title><content type='html'>well it has been ages since i wrote something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 passed with a blast,cries,opportunities and tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;decided that for 2008 i have something to work on as my time is running, final semester of my first degree and having exams almost every month!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having my priciest possession around me and over looking my antics  has made me realize a fair bit about life, its called FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel very fortunate that i am able to don most needed instruments in life without much cry as my FAMILY has made is very possible for me to attain what ever i need/needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like every  year i will have some resolutions, keep a few last year n broke many!!!!! ehhehehhe  so this year will be simple, i will be having one umbrella resolution that i want to stick with as i decided that this will be the best thing to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATURITY!!!!! i want to be more incline towards this attribute, cant explain much here but yeah this is what i want for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheers to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s my first sober post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-5989488472556972600?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5989488472556972600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=5989488472556972600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5989488472556972600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5989488472556972600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/isabella.html' title='isabella'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2414742603958246725</id><published>2007-08-20T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:52:01.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lived A LIE.....</title><content type='html'>why i lived a lie?&lt;br /&gt;i had too....&lt;br /&gt;i dont seek forgiveness... i knw i dont deserve it.. i do...&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt want to show who i am....... but i should have cried.. should have cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="content"   style=";font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ts coming through is alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats holding up is a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But whats singing songs is a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking to turn this piss to wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theyre both totally void of hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But killing me just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The snake behind me hisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What my damage could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blood before me begs me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Open up my heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel this coming over like a storm again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Considerately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Venomous voice, tempts me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drains me, bleeds me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leaves me cracked and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drags me down like some sweet gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The snake behind me hisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What my damage could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blood before me begs me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Open up my heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel this coming over like a storm again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am too connected to you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slip away, to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Days away I still feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Touching me, changing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And considerately killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without the skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beneath the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Under these tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The walls came down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the snake is drowned and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I look in his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My fear begins to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recalling all of those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could have cried then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should have cried then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as the walls come down and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My fear begins to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recalling all of the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am too connected to you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slip away, to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Days away I still feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Touching me, changing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And considerately killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/adspace.php"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i remembered and reminisced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I cry because I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;The tears I cry R bitter and warm&lt;br /&gt;They flow with life but take no form&lt;br /&gt;I cry because my hear is torn&lt;br /&gt;and I find it difficult to carry on&lt;br /&gt;if I had an ear 2 confide in&lt;br /&gt;I would cry among my treasured friends&lt;br /&gt;But who do u know that stops that long&lt;br /&gt;To help another carry on&lt;br /&gt;The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by&lt;br /&gt;Than 2 stop and c what makes u cry&lt;br /&gt;It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry&lt;br /&gt;and no one cares about     why.&lt;p&gt;- Tupac Shakur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2414742603958246725?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2414742603958246725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2414742603958246725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2414742603958246725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2414742603958246725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/08/lived-lie.html' title='Lived A LIE.....'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1024140368176532788</id><published>2007-07-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:23:05.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mowing grounds</title><content type='html'>Excatly 2 years ago i had my RM300 hair cut!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yesh..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder n u mite wonder wat was there to cut uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;after 2 yrs ma goin back to the same shop..but didnt cost as much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justa read one of my housemates blog..wrote smthin so nice for ma birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks gurl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lotsa happened since ma last entry..kinda late now..almost 3am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received soo much chocolates tht will contribute to my migraine!! love chocs la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CHz Chic for Men..another addition to ma collection......&lt;br /&gt;OAKLEY Monster Dog Ducati finally arrived!!!! thanks ma&lt;br /&gt;returned a gift as well!!! ehehhehehe usual me........&lt;br /&gt;shirts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;a ticket to Shakti!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally completed my 9 week internship with Sime Darby..&lt;br /&gt;was an awesome stint....&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all in the 6th floor..&lt;br /&gt;lotsa fun and long hours helped me groom ma head!!&lt;br /&gt;alwiz thought finance was ma thing but yea....mite give projects management a thought!!!!&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih to ma family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAWAK!!!! goin for the Rainforest Music Festival heheheh yeah we will do shit..... n skip class!!! hypocrete betul...&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute need another glass.. k back... drugs is bad kids!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else happened?&lt;br /&gt;yeah NATCON... n Singapore(4 hours or less only)...was fun with loads of learning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pothigai has been sent to be printed..hope it turns out well..if not i would be fired..n then again..i dont get a salary!!!!need to improve ma tamil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saroja saminikallo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s watch sivaji again mayB!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1024140368176532788?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1024140368176532788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1024140368176532788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1024140368176532788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1024140368176532788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/07/mowing-grounds.html' title='Mowing grounds'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-872150551040462347</id><published>2007-06-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:16:41.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity of love...from above</title><content type='html'>a letter to the unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear beloved,&lt;br /&gt;                            excatly 6yrs ago we parted,seems much longer.miss ur laughter. though ur left without saying much..watever u uttered b4 ur numbing speech has been a tol gate here for me..&lt;br /&gt;realy wish u were here wit me.miss u dearly. why m i writing afta so long u may wonder?&lt;br /&gt;its about wat u made me promise. i realized some but i broke many.helpless  it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gv anotha a point wt me.720+ hours it lasted. many moments.like u wantedme to; did it.&lt;br /&gt;arogant me...some still come  runnin. u told me to be nice. still doin it. used the infamous word u taught me. DESERVE..hehehhehehehe cunning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my  x seed cm n gv me words to ponder upon. like i said b4...i keep every figure n knw one day i have 2 pay back. in depths i m..&lt;br /&gt;well dont sleep readin this yea..i knw the content has alwiz been the same.......&lt;br /&gt;guess wat sm of my rap has been posted over there... i x wantthe dough...doesnt buy me a ticket to come c u!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeu lookin out for me frm there... show me sm presence one of these days k..&lt;br /&gt;i have to nap now... my fav past time wit u around..miss the hair massages..&lt;br /&gt;peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly&lt;br /&gt;as alwiz&lt;br /&gt;ruben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s u dont deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-872150551040462347?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/872150551040462347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=872150551040462347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/872150551040462347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/872150551040462347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/06/gravity-of-lovefrom-above.html' title='Gravity of love...from above'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2654337368066258940</id><published>2007-05-29T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:48:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfecto imperfecto</title><content type='html'>thee directions look below,&lt;br /&gt;to look at my life.. with vengeance and glow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paintin&lt;/span&gt; colours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stil&lt;/span&gt; giving it flow,&lt;br /&gt;from infant from sow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o thou, my sincere heart...&lt;br /&gt;i give you thee..&lt;br /&gt;expression of ur imperfection..&lt;br /&gt;so u reflex on ur reflexions..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Ma homie....&lt;br /&gt;alwiz say ya sorrie but gee...&lt;br /&gt;head or tails..u alwiz decide...&lt;br /&gt;making the best though its genocide&lt;br /&gt;never say never almost suicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many emcees not enough mics,&lt;br /&gt;u lent peeps money even wenz there is a price hike....&lt;br /&gt;battle wit yaself all ur might...&lt;br /&gt;bitching has never been ur sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once ur were hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;only person there was ur dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;n tht made u real mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whores over homies u alwiz said....&lt;br /&gt;but wat u think wen ur gettin laid!!!&lt;br /&gt;enough said... makes u think wat ur really made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rap kicking..assets flaunting...&lt;br /&gt;dough mounting.. doesnt make u tink...&lt;br /&gt;fairytale story came to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon the roses i seek....&lt;br /&gt;let me hold u till i bleed....&lt;br /&gt;just to cherish wat u did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding hands..whispering lips....&lt;br /&gt;u have made a promise slip...&lt;br /&gt;sail ur ship till the tip...&lt;br /&gt;shall u break n shall u sink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close ur eyes n blink........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s another one bites the dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2654337368066258940?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2654337368066258940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2654337368066258940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2654337368066258940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2654337368066258940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfecto-imperfecto.html' title='Perfecto imperfecto'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-253836556611775855</id><published>2007-05-28T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:39:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ku ma ra tunga</title><content type='html'>taking risk is all part of life....&lt;br /&gt;currently in office blogging!!!.. can do it when u have the office to yaself...&lt;br /&gt;talking to myself n smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents 25th anniversay 2day....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;interesting uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend was a blast...&lt;br /&gt;never had that much vegetables n booze at the same time..crazeee i would say!!!&lt;br /&gt;most of ma homies went to penang for the national pioneers camp n me being myself, couldnt keep quite in the house..which i was left alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;..woke up at 3pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;soo much of sleep n no dreams!!! nedu will be pissed hearing this..he rarely sleeps&lt;br /&gt;went for my nephews birthday party...he was 2..i wished te wrong cousin!!! instead of him..&lt;br /&gt;had sm moments with dads side of the family...was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called all da gangstas for some house party...&lt;br /&gt;funny as hell i would say wen brewers get togetha........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku ma ra tunga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard wen ur the shield n armour,&lt;br /&gt;leading and the fatha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ur gangsta 2getha,&lt;br /&gt;laugh ur head n forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin bout life....like it matters,&lt;br /&gt;indenial n shatters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shootin n downing,&lt;br /&gt;forcing n shooutin,&lt;br /&gt;pissin n smokin,&lt;br /&gt;vommitin n cleanin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy faces,&lt;br /&gt;undone laces,&lt;br /&gt;slaunchin n weepin,&lt;br /&gt;frenz n brothers,&lt;br /&gt;claiming to be GANGSTERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The glory of the nation rests in the character of her men. And character comes from boyhood. Thus every boy is a challenge to his elders. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog about my sunday later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-253836556611775855?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/253836556611775855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=253836556611775855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/253836556611775855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/253836556611775855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/ku-ma-ra-tunga.html' title='ku ma ra tunga'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2635488369296196364</id><published>2007-05-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:57:05.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freestyle 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="formtable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="value"&gt;Re: 2nd rhyme&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="field"&gt;Message:&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="value"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(J.O. - Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Me and them other gooks aint on the same page&lt;br /&gt;So they try to put me in a cage&lt;br /&gt;Too much shit be happenin that puts me in a rage&lt;br /&gt;So Imma speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;Cuz me and them aint the same kind&lt;br /&gt;They clog our freedom of speech with censorship&lt;br /&gt;Disdaining revolutionary thoughts prolongs hardship&lt;br /&gt;The ideas on my mind aint nuthin new&lt;br /&gt;Many ppl know it but those tht voice it out only be&lt;br /&gt;a few&lt;br /&gt;Censorship sposed to keep us quelled by&lt;br /&gt;keeping sensitive issues at bay&lt;br /&gt;So non Bumis keep getting stepped on without&lt;br /&gt;much of a say&lt;br /&gt;Then they provoke us by claiming our country has&lt;br /&gt;equality&lt;br /&gt;But in actuality the policies in place is a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;to humanity&lt;br /&gt;We the last country left to practice apartheid&lt;br /&gt;Only we renamed it as special rights&lt;br /&gt;If you down with what I say put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tupac interview audio clip: And the raps that I'm&lt;br /&gt;rappin to my community shouldn't be filled with&lt;br /&gt;rage? They shouldn't be filled with same attrocities&lt;br /&gt;that they gave me? The media they don't talk&lt;br /&gt;about it, so in my raps I have to talk about it, and it seems foreign because there's no one else talking&lt;br /&gt;about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(R. Dot - Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;Listen up Johnny B&lt;br /&gt;Itz our moment 2 buzz&lt;br /&gt;Though this one goona be a bit geeky&lt;br /&gt;Let sit down tight.&lt;br /&gt;With a rap dat doesn't BITE..&lt;br /&gt;Since ya invited mua on ya MTV track..&lt;br /&gt;Rememba ya alwayz hav ma back.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACISM has been thrown&lt;br /&gt;In 2 many occasion by da crown..&lt;br /&gt;Even in da parliament , n wats da decision?&lt;br /&gt;NUTHIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;People elect idiots to run dis nation..&lt;br /&gt;Who enjoys GDP progression&lt;br /&gt;Though their airlines(MAS) n utility(TNB)&lt;br /&gt;companies make a depression!!!&lt;br /&gt;How da fuck is dat?..fail me if my maths is bad&lt;br /&gt;This is sad. Even da crows dont shit on dat!!!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about da automobile industry.. they built cars&lt;br /&gt;frm milo tins&lt;br /&gt;They buy frm rottten cheap inns.some place in&lt;br /&gt;AKA chow kitt bins!&lt;br /&gt;But da price aint appealin.. they compete with&lt;br /&gt;BMW n MERC which is ma thin..&lt;br /&gt;Blame me to stop. this is rap sin&lt;br /&gt;Forgot bout da parliament I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Talkin bout debates da spark headlines&lt;br /&gt;Member of parliament calling names like monkey&lt;br /&gt;is all in their mind&lt;br /&gt;Reminding ya again ..this is da baboons we&lt;br /&gt;elected to put grain&lt;br /&gt;when da time is about to rain!!..&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed wit Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;our nation is totally insane&lt;br /&gt;Censorship board!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another special treat for more misery.&lt;br /&gt;From a nation dat allowz polygamy&lt;br /&gt;A bliss matrimony now turned into currency&lt;br /&gt;u get one single parent and u get one paycheck&lt;br /&gt;well I hope dat parliament member (tangga batu)&lt;br /&gt;has got no regrets..&lt;br /&gt;about his remark on the single mum bet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well remind you again this peeps we choose to&lt;br /&gt;represent our BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.O. - Verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;I rap this song of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im afraid of whats gonna happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;If I dont speak out Im in danger of being pacified&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination aint right and its a state I shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;So I pick up a pen and pad and express myself&lt;br /&gt;through rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Wake others up so they know discrimination has&lt;br /&gt;no place in modern times&lt;br /&gt;Our forefathers that wrote the constitution messed&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;So its on us to fix it up&lt;br /&gt;See, equaility is preached by every religions deities&lt;br /&gt;We pride ourself in being a religious nation so its&lt;br /&gt;obvious our leaders aint doin they duties&lt;br /&gt;Racism has long been a part of our tradition&lt;br /&gt;To keep it up we even mended it in our constitution&lt;br /&gt;I pray these rhymes will spark our very own civil&lt;br /&gt;rights movement&lt;br /&gt;And when it finally does happen Ill definitely&lt;br /&gt;savour the moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;p&gt;p/s :dis shit real&lt;/p&gt;                  Posted by Ruben nair on December 04, 2005 at 06:04 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2635488369296196364?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2635488369296196364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2635488369296196364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2635488369296196364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2635488369296196364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/freestyle-2.html' title='Freestyle 2'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-7614981735773854463</id><published>2007-05-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:25:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds are forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Deeban Govindasamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1992-2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;staring at the bedside..&lt;br /&gt;controlling emotions,&lt;br /&gt;pondering about life,&lt;br /&gt;left to discussion,&lt;br /&gt;i held death, only thing i could do,&lt;br /&gt;still tearing about facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six years from the last human feelings,&lt;br /&gt;everything fades to black, n i don't wanna look back,&lt;br /&gt;holding back emotions again,&lt;br /&gt;but there is still too much pain,&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing......&lt;br /&gt;good days .. its too late&lt;br /&gt;too arrogant to blame fate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years has been given to you,&lt;br /&gt;you have cherished it,&lt;br /&gt;this date i remember,&lt;br /&gt;for u once forever...&lt;br /&gt;still rolling,&lt;br /&gt;before u get the Calling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;dear brotha frm a different mother,&lt;br /&gt;i guess u suffered enough. will alwiz remember u as the 'side eye'. the pain is still very unbearable. but u remind me that i m still human.humane.&lt;br /&gt;my faith is not as strong. but i hope yours doesn't disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;for times we shared, will ponder on what we had n not what we could have.&lt;br /&gt;C u there one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-7614981735773854463?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7614981735773854463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=7614981735773854463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7614981735773854463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7614981735773854463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/diamonds-are-forever.html' title='diamonds are forever'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-6059102122929231693</id><published>2007-05-22T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:36:00.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freestyle 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="entry-content"&gt;   &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is an Islamic nation&lt;br /&gt;That does not have much discretion&lt;br /&gt;Due to their inability to make the observation&lt;br /&gt;That Islam preaches equality among God’s creation&lt;br /&gt;Yet the laws put into place is an abomination&lt;br /&gt;To this country’s welfare&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna speak up cuz they don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Especially those of them whom the law prioritizes&lt;br /&gt;Hoarding they benefits like the Swiss bank does they money&lt;br /&gt;Here in Malaysia we like to claim things are going great&lt;br /&gt;That’s true, it depends on whose shoes you’re in&lt;br /&gt;Man I aint lyin cuz that’s a sin&lt;br /&gt;This shit that I spit&lt;br /&gt;Be real, 2 bad y’all cant handle it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;“Separate but equal” has been done before&lt;br /&gt;Aint no reason for more&lt;br /&gt;Don’t criticize apartheid when ure doin it yourself&lt;br /&gt;Get your facts right before you open your mouth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Verse:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that goes wrong in this country&lt;br /&gt;A scape goat is made of the West&lt;br /&gt;Not owning up to our decisions is what we do best&lt;br /&gt;Taking away our freedom of speech so we cant comment&lt;br /&gt;On messed up things that be done by the government&lt;br /&gt;Racism in Malaysia cant get any better&lt;br /&gt;Forever sealed with us in black and white on paper&lt;br /&gt;Unquestionable by the citizens of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that it is in the constitution&lt;br /&gt;How can racism be part of the solution&lt;br /&gt;When everyone knows racism encourages division&lt;br /&gt;This is the coming of age for a revolution&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna fight for what is right with all my might&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent to Martin Luther King and Abe Lincoln&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Talking: Yo Ruben, spit that hot fire for them one time. School them wack gooks on how this rap $#!+ goes... Real MC's talk bout real things... Holla! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(R. Dot - Verse 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…disguised to preach, we hav a constitution..&lt;br /&gt;Killing good ideas grown from this region,&lt;br /&gt;Towers r built higher than mountains….&lt;br /&gt;Creating impression over depression,&lt;br /&gt;Frm 3rd world nation to a developin union.&lt;br /&gt;People are thought how to shut their opinion..&lt;br /&gt;We wont be cursin if we didn’t go though it….&lt;br /&gt;From primary school to varsity …&lt;br /&gt;There was never a democratic election..&lt;br /&gt;Papers were passed to choose leaders..&lt;br /&gt;Who were buttlickers to the higher power slackers,&lt;br /&gt;Classrooms were meant to be united,&lt;br /&gt;But no they cited..&lt;br /&gt;Meritocracy had its headlines…&lt;br /&gt;They took it out saying ‘someone’ need to improve their lines!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Man they talk bout chezzy west..but they don’t know..&lt;br /&gt;They caress their own ass..sending scholars to da west~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Well back 2 69’ where there was a commotion…&lt;br /&gt;Everyone scared got em emotion…&lt;br /&gt;National Economic Plan was drafted n guess what?&lt;br /&gt;There was only one plan.. to get their own people rising up da stands..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They got clauses in da constitution..&lt;br /&gt;Helping our ‘leaders’ lead da nation&lt;br /&gt;Well da part of imagination…..&lt;br /&gt;How come they get rich sitting on pension?&lt;br /&gt;Evrytime they birthday.. they collect ‘ransom’&lt;br /&gt;Giving ordinary people ‘callings’ for impression..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Machievalli ........PlZ ApreeCiate LiFe...Frm Da MiNiStry of HeAltH.. Dont DiE ViRgINz!! say&lt;/span&gt;s:&lt;br /&gt;next time lets diss da tv channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Machievalli ........PlZ ApreeCiate LiFe...Frm Da MiNiStry of HeAltH.. Dont DiE ViRgINz!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk bout censorships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yeah no prob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Machievalli ........PlZ ApreeCiate LiFe...Frm Da MiNiStry of HeAltH.. Dont DiE ViRgINz!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool cool man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out. one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: my dear homies who r readin this ehh.... we never intend 2 diss any religion or race..we r dissin people of their thoughts n doing..please bare in mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     Posted by Ruben nair on November 29, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-6059102122929231693?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6059102122929231693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=6059102122929231693' title='1 Comments'/><link 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even lonelier&lt;br /&gt;But I c positive potential&lt;br /&gt;My heart shook much like the quake&lt;br /&gt;Then the pain was gone&lt;br /&gt;The arctic breeze formed the fortress&lt;br /&gt;Barricading my fragile heart from Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I don't love u&lt;br /&gt;and it was because I did love u&lt;br /&gt;that I must move on&lt;br /&gt;as long as I breath&lt;br /&gt;I will remember&lt;br /&gt;  "WE AS 2"&lt;p&gt;- Tupac Shakur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s u make it harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-7184946556553102135?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7184946556553102135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-1052308296716784480</id><published>2007-05-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:24:48.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old school music..cigars n machas</title><content type='html'>well i didnt imagine that i would have a post so early in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;after the weed post last night....i had to change planz sikit sikit...&lt;br /&gt;folowed my BOSS clubbing!!!!!..praise the lord for work hazards.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the quickest 5 minute shower(dats how long i was given btw)&lt;br /&gt;we headed towards hilton pj to Uncle Chillies..kinda old school joint by my standards i would say..but hell y complain..after work!!! enjoy..still no money though..end the month la....&lt;br /&gt;..my Bed the Barcardi then had to cancel it..went on separate drinks..i had my Long Island Tea..n then the kicker!! the best ever..my Flaming Lamborghini!!!1..i never had a kick that hard ever..so i m high lighting that they have the best there..so  now i knw where to go for birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;chill for a while then i consumed my wedges and onion rings and a whoel lot of kacang..&lt;br /&gt;last for this club or assumed night..my AK47..not bad at all..Boss went like u should go slow..hheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like anand says...u fucking idiot....get drunk at home only!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;headed to MINNAL in Federal Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;BOSSes had to admit that the ambience was great..they loved it&lt;br /&gt;b4 that had to buy socks for one international Boss..coz he came without one!!!&lt;br /&gt;had a beer..&lt;br /&gt;good songs...&lt;br /&gt;bak ku teh(for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;near OUG..well sorry Klang folks...ur district so jauh la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well goona shower now...&lt;br /&gt;italian dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s thanks for the smses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-1052308296716784480?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1052308296716784480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=1052308296716784480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1052308296716784480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/1052308296716784480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-school-musiccigars-n-machas.html' title='old school music..cigars n machas'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2951730403468993373</id><published>2007-05-04T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:30:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>demand supply cur ve</title><content type='html'>imagine warren buffet playing soccer.....&lt;br /&gt;michael schumacher heading microsoft..&lt;br /&gt;pak lah becoming the secretary of UN...&lt;br /&gt;and me walking through the pipes and soils of the biggest projects in KL(at the moment)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second day at workkkkk&lt;br /&gt;SIME DARBY GROUP PROPERTY.....&lt;br /&gt;insane insane insane..&lt;br /&gt;i love my internship..&lt;br /&gt;i m not analyzin data..not doing trends of economics.........not calculatin demand n supply..&lt;br /&gt;not doing anytin related to my studies!!!!! great or what!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i m helpin my BOSS manage a project!!!!!! a multimillion dollar project!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life i walked through piles of concrete(a thousand tonnes)..&lt;br /&gt;steel bars....water logs.......&lt;br /&gt;long sleeved..tied down....using a safety helmet...and boots!!!!5 metres behind the BOSS coz i need to get used to walking around......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat in the consultants meeting..learnt hell of a lot man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i m kinda in need for weed now..will have entry later wen i m done stoned!!!&lt;br /&gt;hail mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s thanks for the experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-7329843088955724018</id><published>2007-04-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:38:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunt</title><content type='html'>'when they turn off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;i will be down in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;thuggin eternal through my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams finally over.......2nd year officially over.....&lt;br /&gt;holidays goona commence soon.... internship goona commence soon&lt;br /&gt;booze party 2rmw!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well justa had sm 'vegetables' earlier..was awesome..as usual i like it..my homie joined me this time round n he is sleepin now....very cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 2nd quater ,7 th year of the new millineum....&lt;br /&gt;got myself courting...indeed a nice environment...&lt;br /&gt;not easy when it hits back.......realy hard like tic tac...&lt;br /&gt;got undone by the obssessed...finally 'it' realized i m not worth it....&lt;br /&gt;i hope 'it' thinks like dat forever..enough of religion n temptation&lt;br /&gt;lead a life u intend to lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random...&lt;br /&gt;high rollers searchin...&lt;br /&gt;i m the wounded king..without my pawns.&lt;br /&gt;only 2 real knights supporting....&lt;br /&gt;on travelling one sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;wat happend to my queen?...&lt;br /&gt;i ask myslf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda high....&lt;br /&gt;i see blue skies....&lt;br /&gt;red butterflies....&lt;br /&gt;a house n smell of spice.....&lt;br /&gt;indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vision shuttin down...&lt;br /&gt;asking me to put my gun down..&lt;br /&gt;catch u 2rmw before dawn....&lt;br /&gt;still searchin my queen with my pawn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s good nites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-7329843088955724018?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7329843088955724018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=7329843088955724018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7329843088955724018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/7329843088955724018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/04/blunt.html' title='Blunt'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-9153761868521112784</id><published>2007-04-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:41:08.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>व्ह्य दी शे दो इत......</title><content type='html'>sipping my 3rd cup of coffee....&lt;br /&gt;3hours ago i woke up....boiled water...showered....&lt;br /&gt;had my milo n egg...watched 3 episodes of HOUSE...&lt;br /&gt;smiled at anand...he slept back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ..looking at myself.......timbaland in ma ears....&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago....&lt;br /&gt;got a call frm a person i had smthing with....&lt;br /&gt;well smhting can mean anything...&lt;br /&gt;short conversation..but afta 9 months!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9 months of trying to track that person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;tht person just drop to say HI..&lt;br /&gt;Ma happy that the person is alrites..i m happy...&lt;br /&gt;that person gave me memories..healthy one of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder was i the "runtime' error?..&lt;br /&gt;i made it crystal.......&lt;br /&gt;looked forward to........&lt;br /&gt;that person throw the soul!!!!&lt;br /&gt;how can nu throw temple away..&lt;br /&gt;thousand years of sanity?&lt;br /&gt;beliefs n believes!!!....&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to Dunhill Buttons.....&lt;br /&gt;looked at अनंद sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;he made me smile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..kenny G..&lt;br /&gt;i still ponder..&lt;br /&gt;wrote that person a message.....&lt;br /&gt;askin maself..why did that person do it!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want more questions..&lt;br /&gt;looking at the pile of tissue paper covered with blood making me uneasy...&lt;br /&gt;background in my ears..'Come Sing the Song of Joy'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou departed,&lt;br /&gt;shoulders unrested,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econometrics onmonday....&lt;br /&gt;yeah i should get back to the books...&lt;br /&gt;or MayB anohter episode of HOUSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;still looking..pile of tissue gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u shouldnt have done it with anger............&lt;br /&gt;n i m still here.. a ring away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s u knew i was the blanket...i neva made the blank space, u ran, i waited......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-9153761868521112784?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-5844739404497840459</id><published>2007-03-14T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:52:21.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGETARIAN 2007</title><content type='html'>i have to admit that while posting right now i m actually flying.....mentally of course..........&lt;br /&gt;most of my frenz actually helped me out during the econometrics tutorials today...&lt;br /&gt;really apprecite it Foo..one guy who has alwiz been in ma class n i dont knw him....what is this rite!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;btw just to let u all knw i smelll Dunhill at the moment n its almost 1733......&lt;br /&gt;okie let me get to ground n tell u bout the vegetables dat i had today....&lt;br /&gt;had class at 8 am but i skipped it coz i was in KLIA yesterday with ma homie Anand(smart n cute) and arrived home only  2am...so i was tired..let me skipped this part&lt;br /&gt;the vegetable....&lt;br /&gt;during lunch i was queein up thinkin bout wat to have for lunch ...hmmm meat eater like me..usual chicken or mutton...suddenly Mdm Balam came and paid for me..not realizing that i only took 2 types of vegetables n no meat!!!!..not even fish..&lt;br /&gt;well wat the heck rite..free lunch for a public uni student.... not gona complain...........&lt;br /&gt;eventually i had to sit alone because ma frenz all went for the econometrics lecture and i dindt coz i was hungry........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came  along a farmer...who originated frm kota damansara...we were having lunch wen we were discussin about planting vegetables.. talkin bout wat values it has on us...apparently we were kinda bored talkin bout the vegetavbles n asked our fren wheta his another farmer fren could bring us to his farm in bukit gasing......&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes later we were already on the farm... i was excited because this would be my first time having vegetables for this year..........&lt;br /&gt;u knw the feeling wen a child gets its milk?well trist me people this was it ... saw the amount of vegetables that were ready to be consumed...apparently i was given the chance to eat first..&lt;br /&gt;awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i never knew....&lt;br /&gt;we had to rush back to class ..so wen i got in the class it has actualy begun... so i sat right at the back.. answerin all the questions with the help of ma frenz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its about 1945 now..goona shower ..n go for a movie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american idol is on now....&lt;br /&gt;wat da heck&lt;br /&gt;chaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s mary jane thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-5844739404497840459?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5844739404497840459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=5844739404497840459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5844739404497840459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/5844739404497840459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/03/vegetarian-2007.html' title='VEGETARIAN 2007'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-606180342794336536</id><published>2007-03-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:46:37.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE...?</title><content type='html'>well.. i was in the car with ma homie(it includes housemates...hehehhehe) Anand, thinkin bout wat to have for lunch(usual).... as we got outta UM i finnaly said why not NIRWANA's in Bangsar..so thats where we were headed for..during the cruise there... Anand asked me; 'wat happend to ur blog la, why no update?'...&lt;br /&gt;that made me ponder yea......&lt;br /&gt;well i seriously dont want my blog to be my diary becoz there are many great individuals who want to remain silent with them around me n i respect that..&lt;br /&gt;well trust me people n peers i will do smthin with this blog yea...i cant say much bout ma private life but at da same time i dont wanna make up a life which i dont lead..&lt;br /&gt; aites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i created this blog to store sm of the stuff dat i write..freestyles n sm poetry..so yea..will throw in sm thoughts to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then stay true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-606180342794336536?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/606180342794336536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=606180342794336536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/606180342794336536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/606180342794336536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='UPDATE...?'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754263961691571484.post-2255990965297742350</id><published>2007-02-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:34:32.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE OF THE SCENTS</title><content type='html'>They fill up da atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;With smell dat ranges from- elegance to splendor,&lt;br /&gt;Colors like rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Hitting glares: like da bow guiding the arrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Scent&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Given to me; one too many,&lt;br /&gt;In various form, style n richness,&lt;br /&gt;But all i see- is just pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;Of many beautiful daughters,&lt;br /&gt;Rumored to be lovers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Scent&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bottle of love,&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons courting doves,&lt;br /&gt;Justification of purity,&lt;br /&gt;The stake of devine generosity,&lt;br /&gt;Everything except simplicity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Scent&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it ever ponders,&lt;br /&gt;About the actual goodness,&lt;br /&gt;Hands and graces,&lt;br /&gt;More things than just faces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Scent&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I admit,&lt;br /&gt;Time can never define;&lt;br /&gt;Ripens faster; over wine,&lt;br /&gt;Creators greatest; DIVINE..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;frm me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4754263961691571484-2255990965297742350?l=rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2255990965297742350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4754263961691571484&amp;postID=2255990965297742350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2255990965297742350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4754263961691571484/posts/default/2255990965297742350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenlovestoeat.blogspot.com/2007/02/curse-of-scents.html' title='CURSE OF THE SCENTS'/><author><name>Ruben Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086103679497412833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OR7ASwPw_hc/R90K1q2Uy9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/AqdV_ZtZ3gA/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
