<?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-8425872699650509615</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:51.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-proclaimed Superstar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-6072541360996714280</id><published>2010-06-06T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:50:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though the holidays are coming, I have the feeling that I must go to school almost everyday regardless whether is it to study or ADC. After knowing that Royston has successfully got into the Director's List and Lovell getting a scholarship, I have the urge to work harder in both aspect; CCA and academics.. Argh!!! Come on Syahrin!! be the JAck of all Trades!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahrin's holiday = ADC+Study+U Kiss's concert(maybe)+Berkelah Expedition... Weee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-6072541360996714280?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/6072541360996714280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/06/even-though-holidays-are-coming-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6072541360996714280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6072541360996714280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/06/even-though-holidays-are-coming-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-2537617225494293434</id><published>2010-05-16T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:18:39.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A promise is a promise. After getting the semestral exam results a few months back, I have promised myself that I will be a super hardworking person academically and aim to get a bond at the end of the first semstral exam this year. Nothing will get in my way. No slacking, BGR and anything that will keep me away from studying. I will no longer go out to study. It is either in school or at home. Alone or with a few of my 0906 peeps. I do hope that I will be able to achieve this goal. Syahrin hwaiting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-2537617225494293434?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/2537617225494293434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/05/promise-is-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/2537617225494293434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/2537617225494293434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/05/promise-is-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-440234690363470935</id><published>2010-04-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:21:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Titans movie review</title><content type='html'>I personally feel that the movie is both informative and entertaining. Greek mythology must have been a chore to study and to know about but the movie made it sound so simple. From Medusa, Zeus and Hades, it was quite a treat for a fantasy movie junkie like me. Nonetheless, I do feel that the movie should have been longer in terms of plot and action sequence.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give the movie a 3/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-440234690363470935?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/440234690363470935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/440234690363470935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/440234690363470935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans-movie-review.html' title='Clash of the Titans movie review'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1897309615224152399</id><published>2010-04-17T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:12:41.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more day and attachment here I come. Yes, I agree that going for attachment again after a one week break is indeed tiring but what can we do? Are we going to sulk like this when we become staff nurses in the future?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my peeps in school &amp;amp; I do hopeI willbe able to see them after May 14!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1897309615224152399?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1897309615224152399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-day-and-attachment-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1897309615224152399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1897309615224152399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-day-and-attachment-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1756016402124146343</id><published>2010-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:50:21.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start of a new calender</title><content type='html'>I will be in year 2 in less than 10 days &amp;amp; it just occured to me that I will be more stressed out than last year. Responsibilities are coming my way &amp;amp; I do hope I will be able to handle them in every way possible. My aim for the new academic year in NYP is to get higher grades &amp;amp; if possible get a bond with one of the hospitals in Singapore. Not forgetting to spend more time with my ADC peeps as I'm missing them like crazy and was not able to meet them during the break due to attachment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1756016402124146343?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1756016402124146343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/start-of-new-calender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1756016402124146343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1756016402124146343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/start-of-new-calender.html' title='start of a new calender'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4018798855548771569</id><published>2010-04-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:52:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to bust or not to bust?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if somebody really close to you did something wrong? Are you going to bust them right away or wait for the right moment to do so? But, you know that the longer it takes to bust that person,the more the person will do the wrong thing. Just say you found out that your closest friend is out there gambling like a mad man, would you bust him or her right away or would you keep it a secret? Yes, I know that the right thing to do is to bust them as quickly as possible but is it that easy? You know that your friendship is on the line but it will be wrong to leave him just like that. I'm at a cross road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4018798855548771569?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4018798855548771569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-bust-or-not-to-bust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4018798855548771569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4018798855548771569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-bust-or-not-to-bust.html' title='to bust or not to bust?'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1019296809931038091</id><published>2010-03-10T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:23:12.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I to you? Do you really expect me to be there for you while you treat me like some kind of a door mat? I think what Mum said was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1019296809931038091?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1019296809931038091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-am-i-to-you-do-you-really-expect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1019296809931038091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1019296809931038091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-am-i-to-you-do-you-really-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-755565198056096319</id><published>2010-02-08T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:42:30.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being able to cycle with &lt;strong&gt;Skater Girl&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days was fun. Who knew that cycling from Bedok North to Bedok Reservoir could take up close to 1 hour? Whenever I wanted to cycle on the road, she would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out due to traffic. During which, I shared some of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fun facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and revealed to her some of the things that I have never done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went over to&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Star World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HQ to collect her &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tickets and she was jumpy like a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt;. I must admit, I was too. Sadly, I was not able to accompany her to both his concert and meet and greet session due to the venue and time respectively. Oh well, I just hope she gets me an autograph of Kris Allen and I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; enough. Congrats to Skater Girl for winning the tickets and I do hope she will have a great time meeting the current &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in person. Baik Nad!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so C0ol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-755565198056096319?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/755565198056096319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-able-to-cycle-with-skater-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/755565198056096319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/755565198056096319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-able-to-cycle-with-skater-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3250194732950687733</id><published>2010-01-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:27:34.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory to New Victory!</title><content type='html'>After a short day in school, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bonded Boy&lt;/span&gt; brought &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Skater Girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lady Chillax&lt;/span&gt; and myself to eat at &lt;em&gt;New Victory&lt;/em&gt;, an Indian restaurant just beside of Zam Zam. He told us that his father always brought him there to eat &amp;amp; I was curious what was so great abouut the place. He ordered a large plate of beef murtabak &amp;amp; the 4 of us shared &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; equally. When I started to eat, it felt the murtabak just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inside my mouth. The dough was freaking &lt;strong&gt;soft&lt;/strong&gt;! It was so soft &amp;amp; crispy that I think even an old man with reduced number of teeth will be able to enjoy the whole plate. WooHoo! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEDAP LIKE CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bonded Boy&lt;/span&gt; brought us there as without him introducing the restaurant to me, I will never think such a place ever existed. Thank you Ammar! Also I also want to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Skater Girl&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lady Chillax&lt;/span&gt; for a great afternoon. The 4 of us had fun &amp;amp; I do hope it won't be our last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so c0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3250194732950687733?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3250194732950687733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/victory-to-new-victory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3250194732950687733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3250194732950687733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/victory-to-new-victory.html' title='Victory to New Victory!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3574639838693988851</id><published>2010-01-23T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:53:05.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Supper with ADC</title><content type='html'>If I were to describe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in one word, it would definitely be &lt;strong&gt;CAMERA-CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;. As soon as a person starts toholda camera, my cca peeps will run infront of the person like mad men, pushing one another just to get into a picture. I have to admit, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; indeed one of them. I seriously think it is an impulse thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, eating dinner with them &lt;strong&gt;ADC&lt;/strong&gt; was actually an experience like no other. All of us were engrosed by all the food served &amp;amp; everybody wanted to try a little of everything. Some tasted great while some were just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BLUEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, especially that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;soursop&lt;/span&gt; thing in a cup. It was super sour that my eyes started to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;twitch&lt;/span&gt; a little. We spent about 2 hours eating sushi, spaghetti, baby octupos, dim sum, durian puff etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, the new sub-committee was revealed. Congrats to all of them who were chosen! Even though I'm not one of the chosen ones, I was not upset as I knew that perhaps I will be able to shine in different areas. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, I finally met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after &lt;strong&gt;6 years&lt;/strong&gt; of not meeting her! To those of you who don't know who &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is, let's just say I regard her as a good friend. I was shocked to see her that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shrieked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a little. She looks way better than the primary school days. &lt;strong&gt;Good Job R!&lt;/strong&gt; After all those communicaton without visual and audio aid, I was glad having to meet her, even for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so C0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3574639838693988851?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3574639838693988851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-supper-with-adc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3574639838693988851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3574639838693988851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-supper-with-adc.html' title='Last Supper with ADC'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-5353267574941374104</id><published>2010-01-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:06:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day that made my week</title><content type='html'>Thank &lt;strong&gt;God.&lt;/strong&gt; I finally managed to go back to &lt;strong&gt;JYSS&lt;/strong&gt; to play with one of my metal babies..Both of them were standing in the store room since last year and nobody had even played with them. When I opened my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yanagisawa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;saxophone, it's like a reunion like never before. I was also glad to see my cute little juniors, happy as always, saying hello to me. It has been quite a while since I saw them &amp;amp; it was indeed nice spending time with them. With a new conductor coming in to the band, I honestly think that it is good as by this, they will create new music, with a new conductor, thus opening a new chapter. Welcome &lt;strong&gt;Mr Ng!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the chance to meet up with my teachers was also the highlight of the day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;From Mr Ryan Tan, Mr Ivan Tan, Mr Alsagoff, Mdm Yang, Ms Nadiah, Ms Z &amp;amp; Big Momma F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I felt as though I was a student in &lt;strong&gt;JYSS&lt;/strong&gt; again &amp;amp; catching up with them was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules, Shik &amp;amp; Ms Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was really the best. We had fun chatting about the old days, what's up in our lives &amp;amp; what our future are going to look like. Not forgetting the occasiOnal lame jokes that Ms Z told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, having the day off to go back to &lt;strong&gt;JYSS &lt;/strong&gt;was hands down the best day of the week. It felt as though all my worries had disappeared &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm loving every moment&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why but I still do love &lt;strong&gt;JYSS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You guys made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-5353267574941374104?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/5353267574941374104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-that-made-my-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5353267574941374104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5353267574941374104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-that-made-my-week.html' title='the day that made my week'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1369364238999520336</id><published>2010-01-07T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:26:44.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>koko crunch &amp; honey star</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I visited my metal babies. They have been sleeping in their boxes and I blame myself for not spending more time with them. I don't think that anybody will understand the loving relationship that we had for almost 3 years. To be honest, I can't bear looking at another person playing them. They are so dear to me &amp;amp; it is indeed hard letting them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tomorrow I will be visiting them &amp;amp; I do hope that we can make magic.&lt;br /&gt;I love my 2 saxophones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1369364238999520336?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1369364238999520336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/koko-crunch-honey-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1369364238999520336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1369364238999520336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/koko-crunch-honey-star.html' title='koko crunch &amp; honey star'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3134244378614531667</id><published>2010-01-02T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:25:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally completed my essay assignment! After all those times meeting up with Nadirah at MacD &amp;amp; callling Sabreena non-stop I do hope to get a descent grade for my essay. Please God! Help me pass! It took me 2 long weeks to complete this &lt;strong&gt;1500 word essay&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I hope it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to study for&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 2 more tests&lt;/span&gt; coming up very soon &amp;amp; I don't think I have the time to slack anymore.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive like crazy until you blow up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are my resolutions for the new year?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- making more great friends&lt;br /&gt;- get good grades &amp;amp; hopefully into D's list (if God's willing)&lt;br /&gt;- get a job!&lt;br /&gt;- be a splendid volunteer for the YOG&lt;br /&gt;- achieve in anything that comes along the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3134244378614531667?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3134244378614531667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-completed-my-essay-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3134244378614531667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3134244378614531667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-completed-my-essay-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-373559031269384903</id><published>2009-12-31T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:45:48.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my mind is totally blank.. I can't think of anything.. Too caught up with holiday assignments.. sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-373559031269384903?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/373559031269384903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mind-is-totally-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/373559031269384903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/373559031269384903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mind-is-totally-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-8592257978734712098</id><published>2009-11-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:14:11.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage Sis!</title><content type='html'>As I waved goodbye to my &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; as she departed from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;, it made me realise that there is more to life rather than just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;books,television &amp;amp; relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I do agree that there are all important but we ought to have a break! She told me that she always dreamt about going to places when she was young. Indeed, her wish came true. She can go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crazy in Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for all I care but make sure she gets me nice souvenier. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Am I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; that she was able to travel out of South East Asia? Honestly, I'm not jealous even a little bit as I know that she &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;worked her a*s off&lt;/span&gt; to collect the money to go there. She deserves a break &amp;amp; who knows maybe she will bring back a &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; home. Just imagine having a &lt;em&gt;Japanese brother-in-law&lt;/em&gt;. Confirm got language barrier &amp;amp; I have the feeling that imaginary guy will be unable to handle the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;heat of the sun&lt;/span&gt; if he were to come here. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pss..Hangus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,seriously, I do want my big sister to get married as it will be my only chance to get a brother-in-law as my other 2 older siblings are none other then my big bros. I do hope that my wish comes true &amp;amp; I will be able to hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kpak bing bing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the void deck any moment.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so c0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-8592257978734712098?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/8592257978734712098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-voyage-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8592257978734712098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8592257978734712098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-voyage-sis.html' title='Bon Voyage Sis!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3094762485638526654</id><published>2009-11-15T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:35:36.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young for BGR?</title><content type='html'>When I look at students at the age of &lt;strong&gt;12 &lt;/strong&gt;dating, I always wonder if it is right or not. Who are we to decide if these students are indeed crushing on each other or just merely doing it because it is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"in"&lt;/span&gt; thing nowdays? I personally think that it is just &lt;strong&gt;puppy love&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; it may just survived for a month or so but what makes me have the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;heebeejeebees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is when they started to hug each other.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; LIKE MEREPEK AH!&lt;/span&gt; It is as though they are 21 instead of 12. As the Malays say it, they are just &lt;strong&gt;Budak Hingus&lt;/strong&gt;. They thought that it is cool holding hands &amp;amp; hugging each other outside of their PRIMARY SCHOOL &amp;amp; whoever who does not have any partners are considered lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all those innocent times we used to have in primary school where we hated the opposite sex as we were afraid that they might give us &lt;strong&gt;koodies&lt;/strong&gt; or whatever? Are children nowdays being exposed to things that are rated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NC16 instead of G?&lt;/span&gt; Whatever it is, I do think that children in this generation are indeed growing up too fast. Some have even put on make up &amp;amp; dating some dude from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3094762485638526654?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3094762485638526654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-young-for-bgr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3094762485638526654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3094762485638526654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-young-for-bgr.html' title='Too young for BGR?'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-2447886097850193283</id><published>2009-10-31T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:06:34.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb On! 2009</title><content type='html'>Having to go to a bouldering carnival for the first time was actually kind of fun. Not only are you able to test your abilities as a boulderer, you can also meet new friends. It just so happens that my friends &amp;amp; I became acquaintance with some of the boulderers from Springfield Secondary. I was not surprised at all to see them there as rockclimbing is a niche CCA in their school. So basically they are people you cannot under estimate.&lt;br /&gt;The experience was worth it even though I was not able to complete most routes. Oh well, at least I tried. I do hope that if I were given a chance, I would want to come back &amp;amp; join Climb On! 2010.  Finally, I'm So Co0l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-2447886097850193283?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/2447886097850193283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb-on-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/2447886097850193283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/2447886097850193283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb-on-2009.html' title='Climb On! 2009'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3471748415106524457</id><published>2009-10-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:54:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank God&lt;/strong&gt; that the new term in school started out on a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good note&lt;/span&gt;. I was so glad that I was able to catch up on what has been going on with my other friends. Even though my position as the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Event Organiser&lt;/span&gt; of my class was taken up by &lt;strong&gt;Shahida,&lt;/strong&gt; I was actually happy for her because to be honest, she is a better organiser than I am. Also, I had found out that another one of my cousins is currently studying in NYP for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Advance Diploma in Nursing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, before the new term started, I had promised myself that I would be a better man or tennage boy for that matter and I do hope to achieve it as I do want to start anew from friendship to academic results. The last 2 days of school had been great &amp;amp; I do want it to be equally great or even greater for the weeks to come. Finally, I am very much cooler than I used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3471748415106524457?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3471748415106524457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god-that-new-term-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3471748415106524457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3471748415106524457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god-that-new-term-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-8424850791049201806</id><published>2009-10-11T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:17:04.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubin Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>After a whole day cycling in &lt;strong&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/strong&gt;, I must say that I have now respect cycling as a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sport.&lt;/span&gt; I thought cycling was just a breezy activity that you can always &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;do downstairs with your neighbours&lt;/span&gt; but I was dead wrong. It takes &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;skills &amp;amp; a lot of leg muscles&lt;/span&gt; to cycle, especially for long distance or on a bumpy road. It was my first time cycling that hard for a day all around Ubin. But, don't get me wrong, it was the best thing that had happened to me since I went there in 2007 for OBS. From going uphill,downhill &amp;amp; even on muddy grounds, the &lt;strong&gt;GEREK&lt;/strong&gt; feeling was there. Also, the trip made me realise that there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Ubin than just going for OBS. People do make a living over there &amp;amp; no, they don't look like&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; jungle people with spears on their hands&lt;/span&gt;. They are just normal people who opens up bike shops &amp;amp; seafood reastaurants for patrons. All in all, going to Ubin was not a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm S0 c0ol ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-8424850791049201806?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/8424850791049201806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/ubin-ahoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8424850791049201806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8424850791049201806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/ubin-ahoy.html' title='Ubin Ahoy!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4753841474006274106</id><published>2009-10-03T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:24:14.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mehboob meets Rechmi</title><content type='html'>Having a day out with my secondary school mates was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; indeed. After almost &lt;strong&gt;1 year&lt;/strong&gt; not meeting them face to face, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;many changed for the better&lt;/span&gt;. I told myself that I will not let my time with them go to a waste &amp;amp; treasure every moment. For 12 hours of going out to celebrate Hari Raya with them, I must say that it was the only day that I might actually gain &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3 kilos&lt;/span&gt;. We visited about 10 houses &amp;amp; almost every house had food prepared for us. Woah! FOOD GALORE! From &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mee Soto,Fried Noodles,Roti Curry,Fruits &amp;amp; not forgetting all those kuehs.&lt;/span&gt; At first, I was happy because it means that I will never go hungry by the time I got home. But, as the day closes in, daint was I wrong. I could not take it anymore &amp;amp; took only a few bites of each dish.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I did not regret every second spent with my mates as we were all reminiscing the old days &amp;amp; laughing at each others' jokes. &lt;strong&gt;Thank God&lt;/strong&gt; for the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gerek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day ever.Finally, I'm so C0ol. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4753841474006274106?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4753841474006274106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-mehboob-meets-rechmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4753841474006274106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4753841474006274106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-mehboob-meets-rechmi.html' title='When Mehboob meets Rechmi'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-8296896737949867854</id><published>2009-09-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:33:34.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks since I updated the blog due to attachment &amp; I was just too shacked to update. Well, my attachment is now over &amp; I'm just in time to celebrate Hari Raya. Just talking about Hari Raya is making me hungry &amp; the urge to eat all the cookies &amp; chips from house to house. Yummy! yUmmy! With all those ketupat, rendang &amp; sambal goreng, I'm not surprised if I'll be like Homer Simpson by the time school opens. Now that the fasting month is over, I'm a litle sad because I will miss all those times waiting eagerly at the dining table to break fast &amp; all that jazz. But as said, Hari Raya month is actually bulan kemenangan or month of victory. So I do hope that I will be victorious in eating all the cookies in 1 month. Hahaha.. Oh well, as today's the second day of Hari Raya, I'm off to my relatives' house &amp; I'm expecting them to give me much green packets as they already gave me yesterday. I do hope this month will be a great month &amp; I'm now off to my aunt's. Bye y'all. Finally I'm so cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-8296896737949867854?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/8296896737949867854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8296896737949867854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8296896737949867854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-719359169375209685</id><published>2009-09-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:45:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My definition&lt;/strong&gt; of filter is actually to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;leave something behind in order to get something that is clean &amp;amp; making sure that the filtrate doesn't pass through&lt;/span&gt;. If it does, things can get messy. That was actually my lesson of the day. I personally felt that blurting out thoughts or even words without thinking &amp;amp; being oblivious about the after effects, you will be in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;deep deep trouble&lt;/span&gt;. I do think that people nowdays, especially teenagers, often make this mistake hoping that if they were to talk behind somebody's back for example, words will not spread. &lt;strong&gt;Man are you wrong!.&lt;/strong&gt; This is one of the causes of cat fights and arguements. By this, I feel that it is good to filter your own words as not only will you save your relationship with other people, you will also save your butt from getting hurt. You will regret it if you didn't filter your mouth &amp;amp; things can just go downhill from there. Oh well, I do think that today's lesson was indeed good &amp;amp; hope that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomorrow will be a better today&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so freaking cool! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-719359169375209685?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/719359169375209685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/09/filter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/719359169375209685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/719359169375209685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/09/filter.html' title='Filter'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-8273256581610705896</id><published>2009-08-27T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:20:30.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I updated my blog due to exams and other stuff. Thank God that the exams are over but my stress level is still on the rise as now, my attachment to CGH is coming up next week. I honestly don'tknow what to expect other than cranky patients. I know that I should to be pestimistic but I do hope that I will be able to overcome the challenges in a working environment.&lt;br /&gt;Having to work during the fasting month is actually very cool indeed &amp;amp; I do want to have the experience of breaking my fast during work.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that tomorrow will be a better today &amp;amp; I do want to cleanse myself in this holy month. Well, I do hope it comes true..&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm So co0l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-8273256581610705896?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/8273256581610705896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8273256581610705896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8273256581610705896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-9065693223623553868</id><published>2009-08-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:40:08.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Having the night out with just my 3 older siblings was actually kind of cool. Going to eat ice-cream at Haagen-Dazs was the right place to hang out. We could just chill &amp;amp; talk about each other's life on how we are coping with it. It was an interesting experience as it was actually the first time that all 4 of us went out without our parents. By this, we were able to talk about all those nonsensical things &amp;amp; laugh about it like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; business. So yeah, it was a good night indeed. Lastly, i'M sO cO0l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognWBOQEAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eU7p26OvwFc/s1600-h/P8040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585814878130178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognWBOQEAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eU7p26OvwFc/s200/P8040018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognWkdg2lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2Y-6QRuMElc/s1600-h/P8040020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585824337386066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognWkdg2lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2Y-6QRuMElc/s200/P8040020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognVsq0yPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hamqwZgD_1U/s1600-h/P8040017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585809360832754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognVsq0yPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hamqwZgD_1U/s200/P8040017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognVC0ZWII/AAAAAAAAAEY/k45bir_4i-s/s1600-h/P8040015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585798126688386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognVC0ZWII/AAAAAAAAAEY/k45bir_4i-s/s200/P8040015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognUQfKArI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q2ov3pAOi7M/s1600-h/P8040014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585784615830194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognUQfKArI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q2ov3pAOi7M/s200/P8040014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-9065693223623553868?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/9065693223623553868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/9065693223623553868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/9065693223623553868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream-night-out.html' title='ice cream night out'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SognWBOQEAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eU7p26OvwFc/s72-c/P8040018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3554722864818163789</id><published>2009-08-08T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:10:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't deserve my respect</title><content type='html'>Living in this century, it is common of us hearing that &lt;strong&gt;teenagers&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere are doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; things with their partners, neglecting the fact that they are going to suffer in the end. To those of you who don't know or who have been living in a rock all these while, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teenagers nowdays are having sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whether it is safe or not and we ought to put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; for the fact that they think that if they were to use a stupid condom and take birth control pills, they will be safe. &lt;strong&gt;Hell No!&lt;/strong&gt; Do you know that condoms only work &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;77% of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; respect to those teenagers out there who are having sex with their partners &amp;amp; not thinking of the after effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't you have any moral values?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you that desperate to have it ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some people say that the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; is the one who is at fault but I personally feel that &lt;strong&gt;both parties &lt;/strong&gt;are indeed at fault. Yes, I agree that the guy is the one who enters the dragon into the cave but who says the cave can't restrict access? It is like you not opening the door to strangers when you are at home all alone. &lt;strong&gt;Why can't you do that when it comes to this? &lt;/strong&gt;Please don't give &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the guy is the one who pesters you. You have the right to stop him &amp;amp; report him straight away. Don't care if they threaten you or not. I really have no respect to any guy or girl who are doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm so C0ol cause I know that I'm doing the right thing and that is to wake &lt;strong&gt;these stupid fools up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3554722864818163789?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3554722864818163789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-dont-deserve-my-respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3554722864818163789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3554722864818163789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-dont-deserve-my-respect.html' title='They don&apos;t deserve my respect'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1668294625928854057</id><published>2009-07-31T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:07:56.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nurses' Day!</title><content type='html'>On the 1st of August every year, all nurses around the world are appreciated in a way that nobody can imagine. It is because it is the only day of the year that they can finally smile and realise how people appreciate all the hardwork they have done and it is finally time to have their day.I personally feel that as nurses, you are a little special as compared to doctors.Yes, I agree that doctors are the ones who treat all those diseases and have higher education but it is the care that is vital for the people affected and if not done properly, the illness can get worse. Nurses are the ones who reach out to these people emotionally;comforting them in time of need, showering,cleaning after them and also feeding them if they are not able to. That is why, nurses do need to be appreciated in one way or another. I, as a nurse in the making, indeed have a sense of respect to these nurses and I do hope that people around the world will feel the same thing. Happy Nurses' Day.&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I'm S0 Co0l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1668294625928854057?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1668294625928854057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-nurses-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1668294625928854057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1668294625928854057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-nurses-day.html' title='Happy Nurses&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-7306671423293485246</id><published>2009-07-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:29:39.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking Course</title><content type='html'>Man, am I&lt;strong&gt; tired!&lt;/strong&gt; Spending my weekend going for the kayaking course at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water Venture Pasir Ris &lt;/span&gt;was a stretch indeed. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aches &amp;amp; sunburns&lt;/span&gt; are all over my body. Even though it was tough, I never felt more satisfied. Yes, I do agree that doing a lot of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;capsizing,rescuing and kayaking to fish farms&lt;/span&gt; on the sea from 10am-4pm for 2 days was not easy but the reward in the end was just so &lt;strong&gt;wooo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to learn more that I expected &amp;amp; the time spent was worthwhile. It felt as though that I did myself a favour for not being idle for 2 days but doing something to be proud of &amp;amp; the certificate given will last you your whole life. I know that the certificate just certified me as a 1 star kayaker but if given the chance, I do want to try on the 2 star course. Oh well, we'll just have to wait what lies ahead but in the meantime, I felt happy that my weekend was indeed a good one.&lt;br /&gt;As for the aches &amp;amp; especially the sunburns, I think I'll just need to be patient &amp;amp; wait till it heals.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm S0 C0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-7306671423293485246?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/7306671423293485246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/kayaking-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/7306671423293485246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/7306671423293485246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/kayaking-course.html' title='Kayaking Course'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-5018815546694585878</id><published>2009-07-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:43:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>How do we know that the relationship between one another will last till &lt;strong&gt;eternity&lt;/strong&gt;? How do we manage ourselves when we argue over things no matter how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it is? Do we be the bigger man; stepping forward &amp;amp; apologise or do we just repent ourselves from them? These are the first few thoughts that came to mind whenever I think of the word "friendship". Yes, I do agree that friends will tend to bug one another from time to time but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;how do we deal with it&lt;/span&gt;? Can we just &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;go with the flow&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; forget this thing ever happened or do we just use this experience as a lesson? I personally think that we should be the bigger man &amp;amp; apologise thus maybe making the relationship stronger.But what if the things that I thought would happen, was just as imagination? ...&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is indeed a complicated relationship when things don't go right. What I just want to add is that, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treasure your friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Don't let them go because if you do, you will not know when will they come back... Finally, I don't feel that Co0l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-5018815546694585878?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/5018815546694585878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5018815546694585878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5018815546694585878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4513396311049208497</id><published>2009-07-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:34:16.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Team Singapore &amp; farewell to AYG 2009</title><content type='html'>As the very first&lt;strong&gt; Asian Youth Games&lt;/strong&gt; comes to an end, I'm really glad to say that having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;to host was a very good opportunity indeed. It made the world realised how even a small country, which cannot even be seen in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;world map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, could rise up to the occasion to make this meet a success. I agree that we were not able to beat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;China's grand showcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last year but I really think that we can be like them one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Team Singapore, they made the country proud by achieving a total of 30 medals during the games, making &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; to be ranked &lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt; overall. That kind of a result really amazed me as who would have thought that Singapore is &lt;strong&gt;4th out of 45 countries?&lt;/strong&gt; It's definitely not too shaby. Kudos to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Team Singapore&lt;/span&gt;! Lastly, I just want to say that these young &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean atheletes&lt;/strong&gt; are not the kind of people you can easily mess around with &amp;amp; underestimated. They will screw you &lt;em&gt;upside down &amp;amp; inside out&lt;/em&gt;. I have a feeling that the world should be afraid of our country's future atheletes as who knows maybe a few years down the road, they even may excel in the Olympics. Before I forget, I'm So C()ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4513396311049208497?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4513396311049208497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-team-singapore-farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4513396311049208497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4513396311049208497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-team-singapore-farewell.html' title='Congratulations Team Singapore &amp; farewell to AYG 2009'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-6466159694951529890</id><published>2009-07-03T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:15:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AYG fever</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I can't seem to stop watching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on tv &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt;. I watched almost every single sports shown; football matches, table tennis, rifle shooting, athletics etc. I can't resist it! I will keep shouting and cheering in front of the tv for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;team Singapore&lt;/span&gt; every time even though I know they will not hear me and all the screaming will not make a difference. Oh well, it is the same thing when you see all these old apeks shouting and the big screen tv at the coffee shop downstairs during &lt;strong&gt;EPL&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;UEFA&lt;/strong&gt; season. Who's to the blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sure that this&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; AYG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fever of mine will fade away when it's over but I'm sure my fever will come back when the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Olympics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; period comes in August 2010.. WooHoo! I'm proud to say that although Singapore is not in the top spot for clinching the most gold medals, Singapore is still in the &lt;strong&gt;top 10&lt;/strong&gt; and I hope it will change foe the better like the &lt;strong&gt;top 5&lt;/strong&gt; . Having said that, I'm actually quite glad to see all these youths competing at such a young age and persevering all those tough trainings. They are the ones who will be the next generation of world athletes after &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Micheal Phelps&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Usain Bolt&lt;/span&gt;. Finishing off, I wonder what will happen if I were to be one of them. I'm sure I'll be dead last. Before I forget, I'm S0 co0l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-6466159694951529890?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/6466159694951529890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayg-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6466159694951529890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6466159694951529890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayg-fever.html' title='AYG fever'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-6844744281593833676</id><published>2009-06-23T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:40:34.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>938LIVE GETS YOU TALKING - Polys make separate plans for H1N1 But is what they are announcing true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://938live.sg/portal/site/938Live/menuitem.43735da1634c4377d21b2910618000a0/?vgnextoid=03febf172ec02210VgnVCM1000001f0aa8c0RCRD&amp;amp;mcParam=18d2638896593110VgnVCM100000e101000aRCRD"&gt;938LIVE GETS YOU TALKING - Polys make separate plans for H1N1&lt;/a&gt;: "As for Nanyang Polytechnic, the school will be contacting students this week to advise them not to come to class when the new term starts.&lt;br /&gt;In light of the latest developments, a spokesperson says they've decided to implement their e-learning exercise next week.&lt;br /&gt;This is to test their preparedness to ensure the polytechnic can continue to function in the event the flu situation worsens.&lt;br /&gt;So students will be required to attend online lessons through the polytechnic's e-learning system.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers will be accessible via email or phone should students need to contact them, the spokesperson added.&lt;br /&gt;Normal lessons will resume only from July 6th."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-6844744281593833676?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/6844744281593833676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/938live-gets-you-talking-polys-make_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6844744281593833676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6844744281593833676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/938live-gets-you-talking-polys-make_23.html' title='938LIVE GETS YOU TALKING - Polys make separate plans for H1N1 But is what they are announcing true?'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-1525158136748250109</id><published>2009-06-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:16:51.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerangkang Expedition</title><content type='html'>After spending 3 days at &lt;em&gt;Jerangkang Waterfall&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kuatan&lt;/span&gt; really drained all my energy. I was doing things that I could not have imagined doing &amp;amp; was pushing all the way beyond my limits. I was actually very proud of myself for not giving up on myself because I knew that if I did, my trip there would be &lt;strong&gt;wasted&lt;/strong&gt;. Having to do all those interesting activities at the waterfall made me realised &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how fun life could be without the use of technology&lt;/span&gt;; jumping down from a cliff &amp;amp; into the water,sliding down the current &amp;amp; not forgetting trekking up to enjoy the natural waters. It was like going to &lt;strong&gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/strong&gt; but even better. I was honestly not keen in doing all those things but the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encouragement &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by my peers &amp;amp; also my seniors made me think otherwise. They always said that we should take advantage of the time there as it might be a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt; experience. Even though Singapore has a man made waterfall, I don't think we are able to do all those things like jumping into the water.&lt;br /&gt;Not promoting the place or anything but if you have the time, try going there as it will totally take your breath away with its beautiful scenary. Lastly, I would like to thank all those people who went to the trip to enjoy their time there &amp;amp; also to all the &lt;strong&gt;commitee members&lt;/strong&gt; for planning all those fun activities &amp;amp; making sure that we come back in one piece. thank you! oh Yes, I'm so co0l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-1525158136748250109?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/1525158136748250109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/jerangkang-expedition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1525158136748250109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/1525158136748250109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/jerangkang-expedition.html' title='Jerangkang Expedition'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4812259332888744964</id><published>2009-06-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:44:59.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockmaster 2009</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the &lt;strong&gt;very first time&lt;/strong&gt; that I stepped into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to compete in a rock climbing competition,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Rockmaster&lt;/span&gt;. I was not expecting anything great as it was my first time competing in such of an event. Nonetheless, I just wanted to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;give my best&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gain some experience&lt;/span&gt; from it. As I was waiting for my turn to go up the wall, I just prayed that the level of difficulty will not be as tough but I soon realised that it was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;very tough indeed&lt;/span&gt; when I was told of the route on which rocks to climb on as soon as it was my turn. In addition, the rocks that I was supposed to stand on were &lt;strong&gt;all very small&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;amp; I was unable to balance myself properly thus &lt;em&gt;falling onto the padded ground&lt;/em&gt; a lot of times. Out of the &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; routes given, I completed &lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt;. At that point of time, I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; disappointed in myself for not trying my best but I can't change the fact that I'm not a good climber yet.   &lt;br /&gt; Out of &lt;strong&gt;140&lt;/strong&gt; plus male competitors, only &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; are able to move on to compete in the finals at &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marina Barrage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; next week. I have a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; feeling that I will not be selected to compete. Isn't is obvious? I just hope that I will get better for any upcoming competitions &amp;amp; I do want to be a great climber one day. Oh Yes, I'm sO Co0l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4812259332888744964?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4812259332888744964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/rockmaster-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4812259332888744964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4812259332888744964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/rockmaster-2009.html' title='Rockmaster 2009'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4497233005213907074</id><published>2009-06-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:17:16.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love??</title><content type='html'>I myself think that falling in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and finding a &lt;em&gt;special friend&lt;/em&gt; is quite &lt;strong&gt;difficult&lt;/strong&gt; indeed. What else can I say? I'm a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;virgin in Boy-Girl relationships&lt;/span&gt;. I have not dated since I was in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;primary&lt;/span&gt; school &amp;amp; all those &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; that I fell for are all out of my league. There were also instances where girls would patch things up with their previous partners just as I was about to ask. I dare not &lt;strong&gt;whine &lt;/strong&gt;about these things cause I know that it takes time for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to develop among each &amp;amp; every one of us. I think the reason why I stayed away from finding a special friend is because I'm afraid of being &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejected &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thus feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. People might say that "Oh come on Syahrin! Have some guts!" but I can't help it but to think that things will go wrong. I truely don't know how long I can keep this up-being single since the day I was born. I just hope that one day, maybe one day, I will try to make things work. I too want to be happy. Oh yEs, I'M S0 C0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4497233005213907074?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4497233005213907074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4497233005213907074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4497233005213907074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love??'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3271602913878563520</id><published>2009-06-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:32:03.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, am I&lt;strong&gt; tired&lt;/strong&gt;! I just got home from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malacca &lt;/span&gt;to attend my cousion's wedding &amp;amp; I've never been so &lt;em&gt;sleepy&lt;/em&gt;. I arrived there on Friday at about &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12.30 am&lt;/span&gt; after a long journey on a car that made my butt &lt;strong&gt;sore&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well, I'm glad that's over. &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; was the day that my cousin got married to a man from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seremban.&lt;/span&gt; It was actually a very good day for me as it was my first time experiencing a &lt;strong&gt;very very traditional&lt;/strong&gt; way of getting married. It was not just a typical &lt;em&gt;Malay wedding ceremony&lt;/em&gt; that you see every weekend under the void deck; it was even better. My first impression of my cousin's new husband, whom I call &lt;em&gt;Abang Min&lt;/em&gt;, was that he was a very nice person indeed &amp;amp; I do hope that that impression will not change. We'll just have to see what the futue has in stores for my family &amp;amp; me. The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; taken will take some time before I can post on the blog or on my facebook so just wait a while ya! oh Yes, I'm S0 C0ol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3271602913878563520?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3271602913878563520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-am-i-tired-i-just-got-home-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3271602913878563520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3271602913878563520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-am-i-tired-i-just-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-7395079634458368312</id><published>2009-06-04T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:49:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Personally, I feel that since I entered poly, time does &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;strong&gt;fast&lt;/strong&gt;. It is as though the world is changing &amp;amp; you don't even have the time to ponder about it. The next thing you know, you are off going off to &lt;strong&gt;National Service&lt;/strong&gt; to serve the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nation&lt;/span&gt;. It has only been one &amp;amp; a half months since I stepped into &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NYP&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; major things are happening but I'm too slow to notice them until now. I feel that I'm growing up &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; fast thus leaving behind my life at home. What can I do? I always go to school in the &lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; will only come home &lt;em&gt;late at night&lt;/em&gt; due to projects &amp;amp; CCA.  I feel that I'm camping in school &amp;amp; treating my house like a &lt;strong&gt;hotel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No more watching favourite &lt;strong&gt;TV shows&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; it's only rarely that I got the chance to have a proper conversation with a family. Oh well, I think I just have to suck it up &amp;amp; try to get my life back. Come on Syahrin! You can do it! Before I forget, I'm sO C0oL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-7395079634458368312?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/7395079634458368312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/personally-i-feel-that-since-i-entered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/7395079634458368312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/7395079634458368312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/06/personally-i-feel-that-since-i-entered.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-6086979510529235585</id><published>2009-05-31T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:38:03.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh! Food!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong &lt;/span&gt;with me these few days. Reason being, I could not stop &lt;strong&gt;eating&lt;/strong&gt; all those fattening food like &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolates &amp;amp; cakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They just taste sooo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good whenever I take every bite.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, during my cousins's engagement dinner on Saturday, I almost took one of everything that were served on the buffet table. &lt;strong&gt;Daint!&lt;/strong&gt; I  feel like eating just by posting this. I just hope that by eating all this, I won't have any &lt;em&gt;side effects&lt;/em&gt; like people always say when you eat too much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you will end up having a &lt;em&gt;sore throat&lt;/em&gt;. It's been a while since my tongue tasted all these treats but ought to put a stop to it one day. Oh well, I'm s0 CO0l no matter what you say or think. ( I'm going to eat an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ice-cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-6086979510529235585?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/6086979510529235585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6086979510529235585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6086979510529235585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh-food.html' title='Argh! Food!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-164934969401952344</id><published>2009-05-25T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:36:26.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get away little girl!</title><content type='html'>Since Friday, there's this &lt;strong&gt;mysterious girl&lt;/strong&gt;, by the name of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;, keeps sending me messages for don't know what reason. At first I thought that she was an &lt;em&gt;old friend of mine&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; decided to reply her a few times. But, when I answered her call, it turned out that this Elaine is actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a little girl.&lt;/span&gt; It was so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;super freaky!&lt;/span&gt;I felt as though I was talking to a primary school kid. She asked me wheather &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;we could be friends&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; that really gives me the &lt;strong&gt;hebejeebees. :S&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't aswer her question thus asking her how was she able to get my number. She told me that she got it from an old friend but has fogotten his name. Oh come on! It's so obvious that she was &lt;strong&gt;telling a lie!&lt;/strong&gt; Now I said to myself not to reply her as doing that will just get me into trouble. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brrr! scary!&lt;/span&gt; My friend told me that this making friends thing is getting popular &amp;amp; we ought to put a stop it. The moral of the story is, be careful when you answer an unknown caller or reply their messages. It may turn out ugly. Oh, I'm sO Co0l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-164934969401952344?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/164934969401952344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-away-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/164934969401952344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/164934969401952344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-away-little-girl.html' title='Get away little girl!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-5725676710455784436</id><published>2009-05-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:04:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo Kris Allen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes!&lt;/strong&gt; Congratulations to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; for claiming the title as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The American Idol for 2009&lt;/span&gt;! Kudos to you yo! Even though some might feel that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; should win, I think that both are already &lt;em&gt;winners&lt;/em&gt; as both of them have a very big fan base &amp;amp; I think that both of them can go very far in the future, just like &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;. Just hope that those people who hated the fact that Kris Allen won, should &lt;strong&gt;give him a chance&lt;/strong&gt; to prove himself  that he indeed deserve the title. Be successful like &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; not be a drop-out like Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;Not being bias, I think that both Kris &amp;amp; Adam will &lt;strong&gt;dominate the music world&lt;/strong&gt; one day in their own ways. Oh well, we'll just have to wait &amp;amp; see if my predictions are right. Hoping that tomorrow is a better day &amp;amp; before I forget, I'm sO CoOl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-5725676710455784436?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/5725676710455784436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo-kris-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5725676710455784436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/5725676710455784436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo-kris-allen.html' title='Woohoo Kris Allen!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-6173307272881923864</id><published>2009-05-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:12:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the weekend</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; stoked this weekend but at the same time satisfied for all those things I have done. On &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, for the first time in my life, I finally got the chance to learn how to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;swim!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thank God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;older brother&lt;/span&gt; was the one responsible for all the teachings &amp;amp; he made me push myself very hard to make sure that I learn how to swim at the quickest time possible. I must say that his teaching methods are indeed effective. I do hope that if given more time, he is able to teach me be a better &amp;amp; polished swimmer.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Thank Bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, since morning, my family &amp;amp; I went to the &lt;em&gt;Muslim Cemetery&lt;/em&gt; to clean all 4 of my grands' grave. Despite of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hot weather&lt;/span&gt;, we managed to do a good job cleaning and I'm freaking proud of it. Some may think that it's &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I think it's quite an &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eye-opener&lt;/span&gt; for me as I finally knew how it felt to work hard under the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hot Sun&lt;/span&gt; - like all those &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Indian immigrants&lt;/span&gt; working in Singapore. It's tough but &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fruitful.&lt;/span&gt; I do hope that tomorrow is a better day &amp;amp; oh Yes, I got a new haircut!&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I'm so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-6173307272881923864?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/6173307272881923864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6173307272881923864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/6173307272881923864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-weekend.html' title='About the weekend'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-177356133563728523</id><published>2009-05-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:19:29.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, as I thought to myself, I'm actually growing up &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fast. I'm turning 17 &amp;amp; to me, being 17 is the time where you start thinking straight &amp;amp; behave like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of a &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As I look around me in school, people are all holding hands with their partners;&lt;em&gt;touching kissing hugging&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; I think that now is the time to start searching. If I don't start now, when will it be? 2 years time? 3? 4? Who knows? All I know is, I want to reach my goal of being happily married by the time I turn &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; that is just 10 years from now. Just blink your eyes once or twice &amp;amp; that's it!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I must always be patient because some people say that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is blind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sometiemes your first girlfriend can end up being your wife one day. I know I'm looking into the future way way too much but we ought to reach there one day. We can't just go with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;flow of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; without stopping to think. Well then, I'm just praying that whoever's out there that I will meet one day, will just be as nice as I imagined it would be. oH Yes, before I forget, I'm so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-177356133563728523?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/177356133563728523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-as-i-thought-to-myself-im.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/177356133563728523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/177356133563728523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-as-i-thought-to-myself-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-8181847734953734083</id><published>2009-05-11T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:32:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Smile!</title><content type='html'>Today turned out to be pretty great. I was all &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when I left school today. I was voted most friendliest male in one of my lectures and I thank &lt;strong&gt;God &lt;/strong&gt;for it. I was given a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocolate bar&lt;/span&gt; as a consolation prize which unfortunately, I could not eat it.Reason being was that it contains &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cocoa liquor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What a bummer. Oh well, I guess I just have to give my Chinese tutorial mates for them to share tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the whole friendliest male thing, I was also glad that I got to know more about my cousin, &lt;strong&gt;Khairul&lt;/strong&gt;, during the lecture &amp;amp; from what I can tell, he's got to be the &lt;em&gt;freaking coolest guy&lt;/em&gt; I know in NYP (not as cool as me of course).Haha..He is like my older brothers, only that he is also 17  years old. Daint man! Oh well, I just hope that tomorrow is a better day &amp;amp; I do wish to do well for my projects &amp;amp; upcoming tests. Oh yEs, before I forget, I'm so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-8181847734953734083?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/8181847734953734083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8181847734953734083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/8181847734953734083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-smile.html' title='Just Smile!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4531117019223464205</id><published>2009-05-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:42:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; out &amp;amp; I don't know what to do. I have to present 2 projects this coming week &amp;amp; it seems that I can't find a solution to anything. What worries me the most is the &lt;em&gt;Psychology&lt;/em&gt; presentation which consists of &lt;strong&gt;40%&lt;/strong&gt; of my overall semester exam for the module. I want to do well in everything &amp;amp; I really hope that I can do it. I don't want to be the sort of person who doesn't &lt;em&gt;excel&lt;/em&gt; in life &amp;amp; is stuck in that situation for quite some time. I'm sure that my group members agree with me when I say that we want &lt;em&gt;to be the best that we can be&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; do a good job in every project we do. I really hope that my group can come together as one &amp;amp; pass all our modules well. I must remind myself that I have to keep praying to &lt;strong&gt;God(Allah s.w.t.)&lt;/strong&gt; , &amp;amp; hope that tomorrow is a better day. For once I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; feel that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4531117019223464205?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4531117019223464205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4531117019223464205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4531117019223464205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-483868038915598905</id><published>2009-05-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:36:02.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NR0906</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I don't know what my &lt;strong&gt;NYP&lt;/strong&gt; friends think of me, know that we are classmates for almost a month. But to me, they are quite interesting &amp;amp; overall they are nice to be around with... but not too much. They too need some personal space. Having a handful of &lt;strong&gt;international students&lt;/strong&gt; in my class was honestly quite challenging for me,due to &lt;em&gt;language barriers&lt;/em&gt;. But as I got used to it, I actually got the chance to learn some new words from them.I'm sure that in 3 years time, I can make my own sentence in Mandarin or hope to. As for the &lt;strong&gt;female student nurses&lt;/strong&gt; in my class, they are quite unique, in a good way. All of them are definitely older than me,whether it is a month,a year, 2 years,3 years,they are still older. Having said that, there are always times where I've got to filter off my words before talking as I know I have to show them a little &lt;em&gt;respect&lt;/em&gt;. Their life experiences really fascinates me as each of them have a different story to tell. From ghosts,past operations or even peer pressure. All of them come from different backgrounds; some are &lt;strong&gt;sporty&lt;/strong&gt;,others &lt;strong&gt;petite&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;feminine&lt;/strong&gt;. These ladies,regardless of race, are really nice people indeed.Nonetheless, I do hope that I can find &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;male&lt;/em&gt; student nurses in &lt;strong&gt;NYP&lt;/strong&gt; other than just my 3 male classmates. Oh yes, my 3 male friends in nursing. As far as I know, all 3 of them are vastly different.One's &lt;strong&gt;cool &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;calm&lt;/strong&gt;,another &lt;strong&gt;perky&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; afraid to be himself &amp;amp; the other very &lt;strong&gt;Mr Big Boss&lt;/strong&gt; kind of person. They are very much like fire,water &amp;amp; Earth. Even so, they are the ones who makes sure that nursing are for dudes too.Just hoping that tomorrow is a better day. Before i FoRget, I'm So cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-483868038915598905?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/483868038915598905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/nr0906.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/483868038915598905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/483868038915598905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/nr0906.html' title='NR0906'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-4248792591524964670</id><published>2009-05-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:54:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SgGveOHImsI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNXJchxbLVw/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332736367502334658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SgGveOHImsI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNXJchxbLVw/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given another another project &amp;amp; the deadline in 7 days from today.In total my group have to submit 4 group projects &amp;amp; we are &lt;strong&gt;freaking &lt;/strong&gt;racing against time.Staying back after school is a must as if you miss one day,strike &amp;amp; you're out.I told myself that I&lt;em&gt; mustn't&lt;/em&gt; complain as these are parts &amp;amp; parcels of being in higher education.Just hope that the projects will turn out good.Having to sacrifice my "relax" time really makes me want to take a stress ball &amp;amp; squeeze until it &lt;em&gt;wrinkles&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; WHOO!&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yah.. before I forget, I'm so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-4248792591524964670?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/4248792591524964670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-babe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4248792591524964670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/4248792591524964670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-babe.html' title='Busy Babe!'/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/SgGveOHImsI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNXJchxbLVw/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425872699650509615.post-3638300491336569194</id><published>2009-05-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:50:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time just passed by like a &lt;em&gt;breeze&lt;/em&gt;. I personally feel like my day ended too soon but what can I do? Today was my first lecture on the elective module &amp;amp; I must say that it was nothing that I expected before. Actually, I was expecting my elective module to be sucky because I had no other choice but to choose this specific one. But &lt;strong&gt;daint&lt;/strong&gt; was I wrong. It was the total opposite of what I thought it would be. As Shahida said, the module, &lt;em&gt;Professional Image &amp;amp; Etiquette&lt;/em&gt;, should actually be called &lt;strong&gt;Dating 101&lt;/strong&gt;. Reason being was because it actually teaches us how to dress properly for what occasion &amp;amp; what to do if you are on a date for instance. We also have to make name cards &amp;amp; make new friends during next week's lecture. To date, this module will have to be the most interactive one that I have ever go to. &lt;strong&gt;It's freaking daint!&lt;/strong&gt;. The lecturer was actually fun to listen to as she was just like a typical Ah Ma but dresses better &amp;amp; I hope she takes that as a compliment. She was teaching us life skills that will surely not go to waste. At the end of the day, I thank &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; for eveything he has done for me. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdullilah!&lt;/em&gt;. Just hope Tomorrow is a better day&gt;  oH YES, bEfore I Forget, &lt;em&gt;I'M SO COOL ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425872699650509615-3638300491336569194?l=s-rean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/feeds/3638300491336569194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-just-passed-by-like-breeze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3638300491336569194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425872699650509615/posts/default/3638300491336569194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-rean.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-just-passed-by-like-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Nursyahrin Md Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179080634069063959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O274kyy9HyA/Sj22bvMzpeI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM9m9qqqq2s/S220/DSC_0753a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
