<?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-7287358</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:15:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panKuroKkaa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-111150753250820552</id><published>2005-03-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:05:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/1024/butterfly land.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/320/butterfly land.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterflies.. her's favourite..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-111150753250820552?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/111150753250820552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=111150753250820552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111150753250820552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111150753250820552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/03/butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-111150736702310536</id><published>2005-03-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:02:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/1024/seal performance.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/320/seal performance.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal performance at 2.30&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-111150736702310536?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/111150736702310536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=111150736702310536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111150736702310536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111150736702310536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/03/seal-performance-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-111038058441079499</id><published>2005-03-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:03:04.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am getting scared..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-111038058441079499?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/111038058441079499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=111038058441079499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111038058441079499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/111038058441079499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-getting-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110950291148312622</id><published>2005-02-27T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:15:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm tired when writing this post.. Just woke up.. Headache's feeling better.. urm.. ok, we lost in the match on 26 feb.. All due to referee's stupidity.. My leg got banged.. My head got banged.. hmm.. Well, my team didn't finish the match.. Just walked off.. Kinda pissed off.. Bah.. That's all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..2 more weeks till school close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110950291148312622?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110950291148312622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110950291148312622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110950291148312622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110950291148312622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-im-tired-when-writing-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110925635363157021</id><published>2005-02-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:45:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secure</title><content type='html'>I wish to give the feeling of secureness to dear.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110925635363157021?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110925635363157021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110925635363157021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110925635363157021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110925635363157021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/secure.html' title='Secure'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110922020014580065</id><published>2005-02-24T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:43:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I feared has come true.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it happen now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110922020014580065?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110922020014580065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110922020014580065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110922020014580065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110922020014580065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-feared-has-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110890626320438351</id><published>2005-02-20T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:31:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your rashes are bad&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna do is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need you&lt;br /&gt;I'll feed you&lt;br /&gt;Even let ya hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be happy with dear.. I don't want to make any mistakes.. From the turn-out of events, I shouldn't go angry.. I should be happy.. Dear, if you read this, I miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110890626320438351?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110890626320438351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110890626320438351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110890626320438351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110890626320438351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wanna-make-you-smile-whenever-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110800783725637792</id><published>2005-02-10T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:57:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A.F.I - MorningStar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the first to begin their fall?&lt;br /&gt;Or will we become one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;br /&gt;Am I your anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent,&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning there was nothing left but whats inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;br /&gt;Am I your anything?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;br /&gt;Am I your anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to die tonight,will you believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to fall into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you wish upon?&lt;br /&gt;Will you walk upon me?&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe in me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;br /&gt;Am I your anything?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;br /&gt;Am I your anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. Nothing to do this week.. Just woke up from bed too.. And don't know what to do in the afternoon.. A song dedicated to someone.. Miss her.. And i'm freaking bored! 3 weeks coming fast.. School over in 3 weeks.. For others, its a time they have been waiting.. But.. to me, nooooo.. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110800783725637792?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110800783725637792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110800783725637792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110800783725637792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110800783725637792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/10-feb.html' title='10 Feb'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110787333571102418</id><published>2005-02-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:35:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-gig</title><content type='html'>Well, gig was a disaster towards late in the evening. I can't believe it. I didn't expect it. Ugly. Really ugly. Hope we can discuss maturely tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the holidays and its really boring. Nothing to do. Maybe rot? Oh, read books which I borrowed with zhu. Hm.. A week not seeing zhu.. Bored liao. Uh.. I'm going to cut my hair this friday or earlier.. And dye it baby-brown.. yeah? and a few red strands.. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110787333571102418?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110787333571102418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110787333571102418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110787333571102418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110787333571102418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/02/post-gig.html' title='Post-gig'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110709146922302758</id><published>2005-01-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:24:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Jan</title><content type='html'>I have made mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;I have done many shits..&lt;br /&gt;I now regret this..&lt;br /&gt;I regret seeing people upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a tough week, for me.. I can't stand myself for being a bastard, jackass, idiot, asshole, fucker, dick, etc. Am i emotionally hurt coz of the turn-out of events.. I think so.. So fucking what if i can't handle this.. I'm trying my fucking best.. I tried my fucking best.. Or izzit not that fucking good anymore.. Am i just a pure fucker.. I can't control myself.. I need to turn out.. I need to fucking cool down.. I need to fucking keep my fucking mouth shut.. I am so fucking swearing my ass off.. It feels over for me.. I'm going to start smoking back.. I can't help feeling wasted.. I'm a cheater.. I hated this side of me.. I hated it when I did this when in secondary school.. I HATE EVERY ASPECT OF ME.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TRY TO STOP ME.. I MIGHT GO WILD.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110709146922302758?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110709146922302758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110709146922302758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110709146922302758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110709146922302758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/30-jan.html' title='30 Jan'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110699644713438518</id><published>2005-01-29T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:00:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Jan</title><content type='html'>I just blew it away. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit around&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so worthless&lt;br /&gt;I feel so hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You were right&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the last night&lt;br /&gt;We did something for the first time&lt;br /&gt;After our talk&lt;br /&gt;It seems it was the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;Why we can't we be together&lt;br /&gt;Even for certain reasons&lt;br /&gt;Which I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done something&lt;br /&gt;Which would be a regret&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could turn back the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see.. How far we could go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110699644713438518?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110699644713438518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110699644713438518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110699644713438518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110699644713438518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/29-jan.html' title='29 Jan'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110683875745983181</id><published>2005-01-27T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:12:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;i fail to understand&lt;br /&gt;i wish it didn't turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had never came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look upset&lt;br /&gt;you look terrible&lt;br /&gt;you wanted explanations&lt;br /&gt;you look towards me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are always close&lt;br /&gt;we didn't realize our actions&lt;br /&gt;we were always together&lt;br /&gt;we forgot our boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have gone out of hand&lt;br /&gt;things which i did not clear up&lt;br /&gt;things which led to your disappointment&lt;br /&gt;things which made me feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is always cruel&lt;br /&gt;life has many tests&lt;br /&gt;life is radical&lt;br /&gt;life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is.. difficult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110683875745983181?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110683875745983181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110683875745983181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110683875745983181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110683875745983181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110646731593529332</id><published>2005-01-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:01:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 January (woah)..</title><content type='html'>Wow.. It's been a long time since I've blog.. Toooo shagged... Problems after problems.. I'm getting f**ked up with PBL now.. Damm sian.. Argh.. UT next week.. No time to relax.. F*** F***!! Supposed to go for soccer training yesterday, but was too damm lazy.. They guys tried to call me, leaving death msgs, like i care.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i did go for soccer, but with my sec school mates.. Damm, they're getting rusty.. LMAO.. Not forgetting me, I suffered badly too.. zzz.. Hm.. First UT next week is enterprise.. Damm.. I hate this.. Somebody's goona help me.. Hope so.. LMAO.. Can't wait, can't wait.. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110646731593529332?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110646731593529332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110646731593529332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110646731593529332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110646731593529332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/23-january-woah.html' title='23 January (woah)..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110543197023765348</id><published>2005-01-11T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:26:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>Hey, wei sheng..&lt;br /&gt;I've read your blog..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling apologetic right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have left the argument as that and not escalate till like that..&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dude..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110543197023765348?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110543197023765348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110543197023765348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110543197023765348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110543197023765348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110519217467850935</id><published>2005-01-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T21:49:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enraged</title><content type='html'>Some fucker really pissed me off when i read hisorher's(i dont know how to categorize himorher) blog. If you don't understand its meaning, dont say it.. bloody fucker.. U don't know that ur idiotic actions affect other ppl.. I make you puke?? well, I AM REALLY GRATEFUL OF THAT.. TO ME, ITS UR INABILITY TO ACCEPT WHAT GOD GAVE U.. SHEESH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging anymore.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110519217467850935?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110519217467850935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110519217467850935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110519217467850935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110519217467850935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2005/01/enraged.html' title='enraged'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110378779380916693</id><published>2004-12-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:43:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who I am.. But..</title><content type='html'>I am not one who is full of hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who won't change my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who continues hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really was full of hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I wash away that hatred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to wash it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it ends soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you not help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110378779380916693?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110378779380916693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110378779380916693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110378779380916693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110378779380916693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-who-i-am-but.html' title='I am who I am.. But..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110373107895444335</id><published>2004-12-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:03:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentality.. </title><content type='html'>I..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going back to my old self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent things made it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't know how it lasts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.. &lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm reverting back to my old self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Christian.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110373107895444335?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110373107895444335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110373107895444335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110373107895444335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110373107895444335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/12/mentality.html' title='Mentality.. '/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110362011421321726</id><published>2004-12-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:25:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Dec</title><content type='html'>U suddenly called me&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school&lt;br /&gt;Told me that you wanted to meet&lt;br /&gt;For something u drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sounded persuasive&lt;br /&gt;So i picked up the pace&lt;br /&gt;Till the line went dead&lt;br /&gt;And left me astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call&lt;br /&gt;But the line was dead&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u have a flat batt&lt;br /&gt;So waited for another wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No call returned&lt;br /&gt;Not even on a payphone&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;Hanging myself all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited there&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u could see me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't see u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for every 190&lt;br /&gt;but u didnt alight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought u won't remember my number&lt;br /&gt;At least see if I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;That's why I waited&lt;br /&gt;And waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what ur reaction will be&lt;br /&gt;But just to let u know&lt;br /&gt;I waited..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110362011421321726?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110362011421321726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110362011421321726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110362011421321726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110362011421321726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/12/20-dec.html' title='20 Dec'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110328723103965417</id><published>2004-12-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:43:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired and lethargic right now.. Kinda busy today.. yawwwnnn.. Ok.. Easy does it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i slept late coz i watched the movie, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.. Damm hilarious movie.. Hahah.. Hmm.. It's from the same director from Dude, Where's My Car.. Hahah.. Almost similar.. But very funny than previous.. Not censored by the way.. So kinda cool... Whahaha.. Oh oh.. Shireen's goona scold me pervert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the great cinematic tradition of Road Trip and Dude, Where's My Car? comes Harold &amp; Kumar Go to White Castle, which follows two likeable underdogs who set out on a Friday night quest to satisfy their craving for White Castle hamburgers and end up on an epic journey of deep thoughts, deeper inhaling and a wild road trip as un-PC as it gets.  John Cho (American Pie 1 &amp; 2) and Kal Penn (Malibu's Most Wanted) take on the title roles in the film directed by Danny Leiner (Dude, Where's My Car?) written by Hayden Schlossberg &amp; Jonathan Hurwitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Enough about the sexy story.. Talking about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at 11 with Ash to move the equipment to the annexe hall.. Had fauzie, ash and amir to help out with the heavy task.. So it wasnt as bad as last week when only me and Fauzie carried the equipments ourselves.. Argh.. Ash is in a dilemma.. Hmm.. Shared him my experience and kinda advised him.. hope it gets to his stubborn head.. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im back home.. No appetite to eat.. But hungry.. Sigh.. Really am tired... Tomorrow i have to be in school at 9.. To look after the equipment.. Sigh.. I hope i have the energy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULDNT WHINE.. I AM A MAN..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110328723103965417?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110328723103965417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110328723103965417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110328723103965417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110328723103965417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/12/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-110285566470166010</id><published>2004-12-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:47:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's gig was awesome.. Hardcore, punk rock, emo.. The whole package.. Some of the guys who werent interested in the punk rock scene suddenly changed their minds.. How i wish they nvr went for the gig.. Everybody likes punk rock.. Last time it wasnt.. Evrybody hated it.. And i wanted a low profile for my drums.. Argh.. But the gig was totally barbaric.. Body surfs..Mosh pits.. Hahah.. Had a mini-mosh pit with ash and amir.. Hahaha.. Sometimes, it went out of hand and things went dirty.. The ceiling board fell.. Water sprayed all over.. Total mess.. But it was a great experience.. After the gig, I was motivated to sing, play the guitar and the drums better.. Oh.. And the security didnt know about our gig.. And he shocked us when he talk over his walkie talkie that the LCD screen in the foyer was missing.. Luckily, it wasn't missing.. Scared the whole lot of us to death.. Hmm.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-110285566470166010?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/110285566470166010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=110285566470166010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110285566470166010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/110285566470166010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/12/gig.html' title='Gig'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109992591506281472</id><published>2004-11-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:03:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/pug%20jelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHOo.. Pug Jelly is coming to RP..!!!! Really excited about this.. It going to be held on Friday.. THIS WEEK..!! Hahaha.. SO cool.. There would be t-shirts giveaways.. They are also selling their cds at $18 bucks.. Ok.. I'm going to support ORIGNALITY now.. FROM THE BAND ITSELF.. Hahaha.. I'm REALLY EXCITED..!! Pug jelly? Some of you might wonder what type of genre this band plays.. Let me SHOUT it to you guys.. PUNK ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's ROCK on FRIDAY..!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109992591506281472?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109992591506281472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109992591506281472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109992591506281472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109992591506281472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/11/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109979091251699014</id><published>2004-11-07T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:28:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be hurt, To feel lost, To be left out in the dark..</title><content type='html'>Yawn.. I juz woke up.. Slept only for 5 hours which I think is unhealthy for me.. Played cs with Eng Hao, Chu Feng, Jing and ATM Nike.. Kinda lags which got me frustrated.. Hmm.. Enterprise and Cognitive UTs' are on next week.. Haven't really studied for them yet.. Coz i'm still stuck with the assignment.. I wanna watch these movies, which are coming soon and I got to know them on advertisements before a movie starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gv.com.sg/Booking/movies/images/nowshowing_incredibles.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Parr used to be one of the world's greatest superheroes (known to all as "Mr. Incredible"), saving lives and fighting evil on a daily basis. But now, fifteen years later, Bob and his wife (a famous former superhero in her own right) have adopted civilian identities and retreated to the suburbs to live normal lives with their three kids. Now he's a clock-punching insurance claims adjuster fighting boredom and a bulging waistline. Itching to get back into action, Bob gets his chance when a mysterious communications summons him to a remote island for a top-secret assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly is Christmas with the Kranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gv.com.sg/Booking/movies/images/nowshowing_christmaswiththe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen portrays Luther Krank who, fed up with the commerciality of Christmas, decides to skip the holiday and go on a vacation with his wife instead. But when his daughter decides at the last minute to come home, he must put together a holiday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I got these synopsis from GV website.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109979091251699014?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109979091251699014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109979091251699014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109979091251699014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109979091251699014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-be-hurt-to-feel-lost-to-be-left-out.html' title='To be hurt, To feel lost, To be left out in the dark..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109975064126487867</id><published>2004-11-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:17:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems.....</title><content type='html'>Hrm.. All the html codes vanished into memory dumps in the blogger server.. Haha.. Problems with that.. But managed to get back this skin and presto... It's back.. Kinda pissed off when it was gone before.. Argh.. Tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109975064126487867?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109975064126487867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109975064126487867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109975064126487867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109975064126487867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/11/problems.html' title='Problems.....'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109971241583801139</id><published>2004-11-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:40:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 November</title><content type='html'>yawn.... So tired these few days.. Feel sick.. Hrm.. It's been a long time since I've updated this blog and I don't have anything to write on.. I'm kinda forgetful.. Hrm.. Ok.. Let me recall ar........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I watched Princess Diaries 2 with piggy.. Kinda awesome movie.. Very funny.. Piggy kept laughing.. Haha.. Before that, we walked around cineleisure and ended up at Centrepoint.. Walk walk.. Hrm.. We ate dinner at the food court at Cine.. What else ar..? Hrm.. I don't know.. I'm forgetful.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of rest and I'm going to do better in the assignment given by Sheryl.. And the rj.. I got a pathetic 1/8 for quiz.. haiz.. Sheryl is getting married.. Thinking of going for the wedding.. yawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109971241583801139?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109971241583801139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109971241583801139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109971241583801139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109971241583801139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/11/6-november.html' title='6 November'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109854589325448378</id><published>2004-10-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:38:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 October</title><content type='html'>Man.. It's only the 2nd week of school and I'm stressed up.. I haven't been eating properly since the start of the fasting month and it leads to frequent headaches and stress... I could only look forward towards weekends when I could finally get some rest from school.. School, on the other hand, has becoming a lot tougher.. Couldn't seem to keep up with it.. I try my best everyday, but to the facs, it didnt seem enough.. Getting B's only.. That's why I'm stressed.. Tomorrow's Sunday.. Hrm.. I think I gotta read up on Organic Chemistry and some other Maths stuff.. Finally had my haircut.. Very short.. But ok.. Not another headache.. Need to take a rest.. And Tuesday, I think I will take a day off.. I have a dental appointment on that day and I think that I'll just skip school on that day.. Take a rest.. I'll think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109854589325448378?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109854589325448378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109854589325448378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109854589325448378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109854589325448378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/23-october.html' title='23 October'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109800684194974761</id><published>2004-10-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T17:54:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 October</title><content type='html'>Yawn.. It's 5.42 pm and I just woke up.. Feeling sick and tired these few days.. Arghh.. And I could only rest today only.. I didnt woke up to eat in the morning before fasting, so I'm feeling kinda weak now.. And yesterday, I didn't eat much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 October&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Double Yellow Line gig.. Ten bands performed in school.. I reached school at abt 7 am.. In the morning, I was already pissed off.. Nobody arrived yet.. Decided to meet up at 7 but they came at 8 plus.. But i tried to cool down coz i was fasting.. Haiz.. Carried the equipment from the Garden Shed.. The EMP guys didnt arrive yet and we had to do some stuffs for them.. Man.. I didn't know anything about sound checks.. Hrm.. I was getting dizzy and tired ard noon so I rested for a while.. The first half of the gig was not that good, I would say.. Kinda crappy.. But the next half was the best.. Really enjoyed it.. Ard 7 pm, I drank water to break my fast first.. When the gig ended, we carried the equipment back.. This was the time I got really PISSED OFF..&lt;br /&gt;The other guys only made a one way trip from the Plaza to the studio.. Those @$$%# idiots.. I was the one making a lot of going to and fro... Even the Chinese guys were relaxing in the studio.. I havent eaten anything yet, and they laze around.. I'm not being a racist but they didnt help me.. I was FCukIng pissed.. Don and Jin Jie helped me when they saw me alone.. Man.. After that, I got a bad headache.. But I didnt show my anger towards them as well.. I know that they have been in school since morning.. But I reached school first.. And I did most of the job.. Haiz.. Now I'm still feeling tired.. Hope I gain back my energy by tomorrow.. I will try hard, Shireen.. To get back my energy.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109800684194974761?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109800684194974761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109800684194974761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109800684194974761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109800684194974761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/17-october.html' title='17 October'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109707264415790427</id><published>2004-10-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:24:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller blading = Ice-skating</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm writing now.. So that means i'm ok.. heex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activity : Ice-Skating at Jurong East&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late when meeting up with the rest.. When Daniel called me ard 12.15, I was still walking to Admiralty MRT station.. Warui huh.. hehe.. But I got there as soon as I can.. Meet Daniel, Shireen and Wei Sheng at Popular.. Both guys have cut their hair and I haven't.. haha.. Wei Sheng kept pestering me saying I will need a lot of plasters coz I was wearing short pants.. LoL.. &lt;br /&gt;Well, we headed to Fuji Ice.. Kinda a lot of people and it was my first time ice-skating.. I have roller-blade before.. But not like ice-skating.. Kinda woobly at first.. Not used to the ice.. Singapore's weather doesn't permit ice-skating outside.. Maybe one of the laws from the government.. LoL.. Got used to it and I could speed up.. The blades were quite uncomfortable.. Me and Wei Sheng made a "compeitition" on who falls down first.. LoL.. He was so persistant.. And I tripped over Daniel when he fell down.. But I wasn't on my butt though.. Tough luck, Wei Sheng.. haha.. He even pulled my shirt.. LoL, and the funny thing was he was the one who fell, not me.. haha.. Legs became heavy after that.. Too much skating I guess.. And I was having a headache.. Started to feel sick then.. They wanted to go IMM.. But I know there's nothing there and I was sick, so I went home first..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna vomit again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109707264415790427?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109707264415790427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109707264415790427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109707264415790427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109707264415790427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/roller-blading-ice-skating.html' title='Roller blading = Ice-skating'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109690085856098329</id><published>2004-10-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:19:38.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle twinkle little stars...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I keep getting into "arguments" with Shireen.. I don't know.. I got to keep myself quiet for a few days.. Maybe think around.. What I should do.. I'm afraid this would be my last entry.. Might be.. If things get better, then I would reconsider this blog.. Well, I hope so.. I'm sorry if I had hurt u sometimes, Shireen.. Sensitive huh.. You might be right.. Always thinking of negative things huh.. You might be right.. When u read this, you might think I'm bullshitting or talking nonsense.. You might be right.. Hahaha.. ;D I'm just writing down what I feel.. Some things could never be changed.. But time will heal it.. I'll see you all.. Goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109690085856098329?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109690085856098329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109690085856098329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109690085856098329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109690085856098329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/twinkle-twinkle-little-stars.html' title='Twinkle twinkle little stars...'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109681077976243727</id><published>2004-10-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:39:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 October</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had lottsa fun.. Firstly, I went to my grand-parents at Corporation Road at Jurong.. We prayed for our late great-grandmother.. I really missed her.. She used to take care of me when I was young.. After that, I had completely forgotten about my cousin's birthday.. Her name is Zafreena, but I call her Fina.. She's my closest cousin.. Well, I took her to Jurong Point to watch a movie first.. Haiz.. The Cool Guy.. Again.. I watched it before, with Shireen, but it was her birthday.. But, I really enjoyed watching it again.. Uh.. She was silly and spilled the pop-corn all over me.. Sheesh.. After the movie, we went shopping.. Again, it was her birthday.. So spent quite a sum.. After that, we bought some food before we headed back to my grand-parents place.. When we got back, Zafreena told everyone about the outing, and I felt shy.. But suddenly, everyone wants me to celebrate their birthday with.. Hehe.. SO funny.. Well, my parents went home first, coz my grand-ma wanted me to stay over.. She always spoils me.. Hehe.. I'm closer to my mother's side than my father's.. It's coz of my cousins.. Hehe.. Hrm.. That left me and Fina's family.. I really enjoyed their company.. They can really talk crap.. Hahaha.. Ard 4, they left, leaving me and my grand-parents.. We talked about RP and my studies, grades, etc.. I really love my grand-parents.. Ard 6, I left.. My grand-ma wanted me to stay over-night.. See..? She spoils me.. Haha.. She gave me food to bring home.. Lots of them.. And a comb of bananas.. She knows I like bananas.. Hehe.. &lt;strong&gt;Shireen, don't be sarcastic.. &lt;/strong&gt;Hehe.. I guess we're being friends again.. But I have to change myself first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109681077976243727?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109681077976243727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109681077976243727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109681077976243727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109681077976243727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/3-october_03.html' title='3 October'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109671555952635573</id><published>2004-10-02T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:12:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is.. Is it over...</title><content type='html'>I have failed..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109671555952635573?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109671555952635573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109671555952635573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109671555952635573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109671555952635573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-is-it-over.html' title='Is.. Is it over...'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109664480029647567</id><published>2004-10-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:33:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years are taken from my life everyday</title><content type='html'>Hrm.. It's been a tiring day today.. I went to play cs with my friends at noon.. It's been a long time since I played cs with them.. After that, I met up with Ash and went to school for the JA meeting.. 3 pedals were stolen.. I can't believe it either.. Well, after the meeting, me and Fauzie did some stock checking in the cupboards.. Quite untidy.. Reminded me of my spring-cleaning of my room the day before.. Hrm.. Well, after that me and Ash went town.. Met up with Shireen to watch a movie.. "The cool guy".. Quite a great story.. A korean one if u wanna know.. Hrm.. After that, we went home.. Something that Shireen said has made me thinking up till now.. Well, I'm kinda depressed right now.. Don't even know how.. Hrm.. Well, I gotta be strong.. if I could be that.. Haiz.. Oh.. There's another outing being organized.. But I don't think I would be coming even.. It doesn't make much difference whether I'm there or not.. So what's the point.. Haiz.. Well, i hope that I'm right.. Don't wanna make any harsh decisions.. Still thinking......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109664480029647567?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109664480029647567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109664480029647567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109664480029647567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109664480029647567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/10/5-years-are-taken-from-my-life.html' title='5 years are taken from my life everyday'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109643928614955762</id><published>2004-09-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:31:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 September</title><content type='html'>I am super bored rite now.. Kinda pissed off with one of my sec classmate... Asshole.. arhh.. I'm hyper pissed off.. Fcuk it.. Friends for a long time and being stabbed in the back.. Fcuk him lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109643928614955762?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109643928614955762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109643928614955762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109643928614955762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109643928614955762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/29-september.html' title='29 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109636734704801196</id><published>2004-09-28T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:30:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 September</title><content type='html'>Well, I have juz updated my blog as u can see.. I had nothing to do so what the heck.. I'll update my blog.. Well, nothing much has happened but I am very tired.. We went for an outing yesterday but I juz kept quiet.. haha.. That's me.. SO bored.. Oh.. And I haveto play a song in 2 weeks time for drums.. I thought of playing American Idiot by Greenday.. But I'm open to suggestions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109636734704801196?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109636734704801196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109636734704801196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109636734704801196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109636734704801196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/28-september.html' title='28 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109617618564510272</id><published>2004-09-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:23:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 September</title><content type='html'>Well.. It's been a long time since i have updated my blog.. My modem kinda broke down.. Haha.. My fault actually.. Bumped into it.. Duhz.. Well.. Nothing much has been going on lately.. Hmm.. Let me recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, me and Shireen went to Bukit Timah Hill.. She wanted to take pics of butterflies and nature.. I didnt know she was the "Mother Nature" type.. A lot of things happened there and it was soo funny.. If i remember correctly, she ran away from an old man who was staring at her actions.. She was actually trying to get a pic of a spider.. The old man was kinda curious and stared behind her.. When Shireen turned ard, she got spooked and ran away.. Haha.. She screamed too.. Duhz.. Ur such a kid, shireen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent the whole day helping a friend of mine to work on his presentation.. Hmm.. I realised that it was kinda easy for me.. Coz I was open to RPBL and daily presentations so it became a daily problem to me.. I would say it belongs to Cognitive Thinking.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going out again to help him on the last preparations on how to present perfectly.. (like me.. hahaha.. oops..).. Getting tired these few days.. And.. Lonely i would say.. Tomorrow there's an outing.. But im not sure whether i wanna go.. Coz.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109617618564510272?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109617618564510272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109617618564510272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109617618564510272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109617618564510272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/26-september.html' title='26 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109543221873626178</id><published>2004-09-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:43:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TA0402 Barbeque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wahh... It's a tiring 3 day chalet for me... I really like the untied bond between 0402... It's so strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me, Shireen and Wei Sheng got to the Costa Sands chalet first, followed by Ash a few seconds later... Beginning of a great time... We settled the food first... Keeping everything in place and later on, we started preparing for Sequeena's birthday... We blew balloons and decorated the chalet with (what's that called... the long shiny thingy...)... We were breathless when we finished it... Well.. Then me and Shireen went to White Sands to meet up with Ram and Edmund... They were bringing along the Otahs and Satay... I decided to meet up with them coz Ram had to travel to Wan's place also... So i decided to help him... So, Ram went off while me, Shireen and Edmund went to Costa Sands to get Sequeena's birthday present... We didn't know what to get for her, but in the end we got her a red wrist band... We then bought more balloons at NTUC... We went back to chalet before night fall... We did some last minute decorations while Ben, Ram and Wan came... Wan brought along his electric guitar and amp.. It was cool.. We planned to meet up with Sequeena at the bus stop first to get the guys prepare for her entrance... So, in the freezing rain, me and Shireen walked to the bus stop, drenched... Only to find out that Sequeena had reached.. Haha.. So we head back.. It wasnt raining... Strange.. Haha.. We kind of surprised Sequeena when we got there... Yun Ru, Sajini, Padmini and Jasmine came a moment later… We talked about our first impression of one another when we came to class for the first time… It was soo interesting… I was known as the stubborn guy… Shireen has bodyguards… Eng Hao and Chu Feng as gangsters… Whahaa… I can’t remember all…  Was kinda sleepy coz tired… During the night, there was a cockroach and everybody woke up… Even Chu Feng..!! He was sleeping so soundly and looked blur… Hahah… He didn’t know what was happening… Shireen wanted to hit it with Ash’s cd case… HAHA…  Had to squeeze to sleep…(Haha.. It was funny… Shireen would scold me if I reveal it…) I couldn’t sleep even though was sleepy… So watched Resident Evil with Ash and Eng Hao… Shireen woke up and watched it for a while before going back to sleep… At ard 5 in the morning, we went to see the “sunrise”… Haha.. It was too early…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shireen played the guitar early in the morning to wake everybody up… She’s quite noisy… Woops… Well, Eng Hao went to sleep coz he stayed up all night playing the PS2… I took a quick nap… At around 10.30, I went back home with Shireen to get the final barbeque stuffs… She went back home first… She missed her dog, Rigo… Met at about 4 and took a cab back to chalet… We found a milk bottle in the cab… Haha… After reaching and putting the things in the chalet, we went to meet up with Ben, Chu Feng, Ram, Pui Fun, Rachael, Wan and etc at the entrance of downtown east… We talked a bit about how to start the barbeque and then I sent Shireen to the MRT station for her bible study… Went back and started on the barbeque… Ash’s friends were there and we weren’t happy about it… But they left eventually… Sajini and Padmini left at around 6… Me, Wan and Ram went crazy in the chalet… Sang like idiots to the songs… Whaha… Ivan came later in the night… Looked like a big boy, with a small cap… Mr. Chang came and he REALLY helped in the barbeque… In fact, he was the only one barbequing… Sad rite..? Sequeena came along with Wallace… That dumby… So ready for the waterbomb fight… Mr. Chang talked about RPBL and I was shocked to see almost everyone listening to him… It was very interesting… Even Wallace was there… Well, he had a short attention span… Yun Ru was there too… Took out the birthday cake and I went back in the chalet to get the waterbombs… Woo hoo… I was so psyched up… Me, Ben, Chu Feng got ready… I took the first step… Wallace saw me and he walked away… No way you’re escaping from me…!! I ran as hard as I could… He’s a fast runner but I could keep up with him… The first two shots were on target… Hahah… Played for a while then grew tired… And I had to meet up with Shireen… Poor girl… She was tired… And there was no bus left… And we took the wrong bus… In the end, we had to walk a longer distance… When we reached, the atmosphere had changed… Pui Fun lost her phone… Oh man… I was so tired and this pops out… But I helped in spot-checking… My eyes were closing down as if gravity is acting on me alone… Wallace wanted to treat us for a game of bowling… But me, Shireen, Jasmine and Pui Fun stayed behind… After getting a shower, I slept… Wargh… Was so tired on this day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go jogging on this day… But Shireen followed me so we walked to the beach instead… Looked out for animals… We found crabs… Small ones though… Went back to chalet and told Sequeena and Ivan about it… We went back to the beach to capture some of the crabs… Ivan was the “kIng”.. HAhaha… He stayed up all night… We found a dead crab and played a prank on those who were sleeping… We shouted “crab!” and almost all woke up… I ate a lot of junk food before checking out… Ivan was going crazy… Haha… We cleaned up and left the chalet at around ten… We went to Burger King to get breakfast… Played a silly game there… Hahah… It was great fun with TA0402… Before going off, we did a last spot-check for Pui Fun’s phone but was fruitless… Moments later, we said goodbye to each other and went home… Ash’s brother gave me, Shireen and Chu Feng a ride and was grateful for it… After putting the stuff in my house, I sent Shireen to the interchange… Was so tired… She talked to my mom about me smoking… Duhz… Got back home and slept…. Zzzzzzz…………..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109543221873626178?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109543221873626178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109543221873626178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109543221873626178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109543221873626178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/ta0402-barbeque.html' title='TA0402 Barbeque...'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109486534096014461</id><published>2004-09-11T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T09:15:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 September</title><content type='html'>Hey.. Do u know that today is the Sept 11..? The Anniversary of the destruction of the Twin Towers in the US.. Wahaha.. Well.. It's a super tiring week for me.. So let me recall..&lt;br /&gt;The chalet is in 4 days time (Argh.. So fast..? I haven't completely prepare for it..) but i cant wait for.. Imagine all (well, not all of us.. but the facs are coming.. well, not all facs as well..) of us are coming today before we are to seperated.. I hope its going to be a GREAT time..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Talking about bbq preparations..&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;Well, mostly the food are organized by me and Shireen.. It's quite tiring.. On thurs, we went to the Forum IT mall to get her camcorder from Singtel.. Then we thought of going home.. But in the bus, Shireen brought up the matter of food ( she's always thinking of food) and we decided to go to the NTUC in Lot 1 to see the prices.. When we reached there instead, we thought that since we have the free time and juz looking and not shopping is not fun, we went to Sheng Siong Supermarket in Woodlands... It's quite hectic la.. But when it came to tidbits, she took this and that from the shelf and ask me, "Nice? Want?".. Oops.. In the end,we spent $78.75 altogether.. Expensive.. Nah.. When u see the receipt, u'll say it's cheap.. After that, we put the stuffs in my house and then send her home.. It was so tiring...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. There are some things that I shouldn't say here about the bbq.. Heex.. Im going out later.. To check on the chicken prices.. And meeting Shireen later to get the money from her.. And tomorrow.. Haiz.. Nvr md.. It's for the class bbq.. I hope that everyone will help one another during the bbq..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109486534096014461?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109486534096014461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109486534096014461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109486534096014461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109486534096014461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/11-september.html' title='11 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109456307087641896</id><published>2004-09-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:17:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 September</title><content type='html'>It's 9.15.. I'm not pissed off..I'm not angry.. But I'm crying.. I feel so hopeless.. I can't think straight right now.. My eyes are watery.. Don't ask me why I'm crying.. It's something personal and close to me.. I feel weird.. I'm crying.. I'm sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109456307087641896?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109456307087641896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109456307087641896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109456307087641896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109456307087641896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/7-september.html' title='7 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109412246857872449</id><published>2004-09-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:54:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 September</title><content type='html'>Ok ok.. I'll update, Shireen.. It's been a long time updating this blog.. Didn't have sufficient time to this this.. The final UT are coming up so I have to back up a lot for just 2 weeks.. Haiz.. A lot of things are going through my mind.. How am I going to do this.. Man, I feel so down after class today.. Ash and Wan fought in class juz now.. Not literally fight, but got angry at each other... I'm having a head-ache now.. Too much things going through my head even though when i'm doing something.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109412246857872449?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109412246857872449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109412246857872449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109412246857872449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109412246857872449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/09/2-september.html' title='2 September'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109361693662628037</id><published>2004-08-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:28:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 August</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I updated my blog. HAHAH.. No time..? Nahz.. Too lazy.. Wahaha.. Nothing much has changed.. Except that we are organizing a CLASS BBQ..!! First time hanging with the class outside the school.. I have to deal with the food.. And it makes me salivate.. Wahaha.. 2 more weeks left.. Must tahan a bit more and then.. ENJOY..!! Whaha.. I wanna learn the guitars.. WOoH.. The RONIN concert just now was awesome.. Really the best local band I have seen so far.. The singer was an albino, i think.. Really cool..  Wan was honoured to shake his hand.. But when he told me how he slide his hand when shaking his hand, he tought he was gay.. Whahah.. Nothing to write also.. Whahaha.. Class has problems le.. Can't cope with these problems already.. Argh.. Must help.. Must help.. Arghh.. Ash made me angry when gg home juz now.. Argh.. Stupid guy.. There's a remedial tomorrow and I don't know whether to go of not.. Got jamming practice later in the afternoon.. Argh.. So many commitiments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109361693662628037?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109361693662628037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109361693662628037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109361693662628037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109361693662628037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/27-august.html' title='27 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109309880306407754</id><published>2004-08-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:33:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 August</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling wasted now.. Still online but appeared offline in msn.. Didnt want people to bother and annoy me or else I'll get pissed off.. Shit.. I wish I could just.. Be heartless.. Or so that I won't be mocked at.. Or I couldn't care less about people.. Shit.. Y me.. I'm going out tomorrow.. Maybe calm myself.. If not, my classmates will be affected.. Bakabakashii (Stupid).. I wanna hide this feeling.. So, if anyone of u see me really pissed off on Monday, don't even try to msn/talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109309880306407754?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109309880306407754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109309880306407754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109309880306407754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109309880306407754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/21-august.html' title='21 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109248395635322439</id><published>2004-08-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T19:45:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 August</title><content type='html'>I felt really tired today.. Slept at 10 yesterday and woke up at 3 in the afternoon today.. Didnt feel like afternoon.. It was more of a morning to me.. I juz dl a new movie.. A korean and a japanese.. The Korean one is "My Little Bride" and the Japanese one is "Waterboys"... U may have heard it.. "My little bride" is very touching.. Seriously.. Its a great movie.. On the other hand, "Waterboys" is very funny.. Wanna watch..? Stay tune to next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109248395635322439?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109248395635322439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109248395635322439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109248395635322439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109248395635322439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/14-august.html' title='14 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109231195141835218</id><published>2004-08-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T19:59:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 August 2004</title><content type='html'>Juz finished playing soocer.. Blisters all over my feet.. I played bare-footed juz now... Didnt wear proper shoes for playing but it was ok.. Damm bored now.. And tomorrow there is a new fac for enterprise.. I hope he is a good fac.. Will miss Mike Tee though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109231195141835218?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109231195141835218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109231195141835218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109231195141835218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109231195141835218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/12-august-2004.html' title='12 August 2004'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109214222637880376</id><published>2004-08-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T20:50:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 August</title><content type='html'>Wahh.. So tired today.. My left leg got cramped juz now.. Walked like an uncle.. Late in the morning and had to walk to the otherside of the mrt station just to get a cab..  Science was ok juz now.. Had to really squeeze my head really hard to pry out the information.. Everybody becoming more lively in class and im happy of it.. During lunch, almost the whole class ate together.. Wasnt that great..? But couldnt understand chinese.. So.. Didnt get to understand what they were trying to say.. Presentation was ok with me and Pui Fun being the only ones presenting... HAhaha.... Edmund got scolded.. I tried to warn him.. But what's done is done.. YEAH.. Oh ya.. Tomorrow is my mom's birthday.. Happy Birthday MOM...! Got her a Baby Belly Oven... Used for baking.. And perfume.. Wah.. Really have to save man.. Kewl~.. Oh.. And its also someone's birthday too.. HAHAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109214222637880376?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109214222637880376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109214222637880376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109214222637880376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109214222637880376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/10-august.html' title='10 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109204432060096267</id><published>2004-08-09T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:38:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th August</title><content type='html'>Its National Day.. Duhz... I can't believe myself.. Practised the drums and I get hit by my own drumstick.. Lol.. Blisters on my fingers too.. Hehehe.. Gb's down and it's boring.. School tomorrow and i don't feel like coming.. Have to crack my head for science again.. Argh.. Not only that, before the start of the lesson, there's Enterprise UT as well.. My blog is really cool now.. NEAR PERFECTION, Shireen.... Lol.. I wish things would get better.. Haiz.. I'm always feeling down.. U guys may see me cheerful and playful and etc, but.. I'm exhausted and feeling wasted inside.... Kewl~.. What's kewl by the way..? Hehehe.. Cool word Ben always uses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109204432060096267?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109204432060096267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109204432060096267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109204432060096267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109204432060096267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/9th-august.html' title='9th August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109192997463341497</id><published>2004-08-08T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T09:52:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 August</title><content type='html'>Bad things have been popping out in class lately.. Hmm.. Should keep this to myself.. Tomorrow's national day but feel bored.. I wonder if anyone wants to watch the fireworks today.. Or I should juz sit at home.. Oh no.. It's getting late.. Gonna play soccer now.. C ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109192997463341497?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109192997463341497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109192997463341497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109192997463341497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109192997463341497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/8-august.html' title='8 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109171748693046335</id><published>2004-08-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:51:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th August</title><content type='html'>Wahhhhhhhhhhh.... SO tiring today.. Class was fun juz now.. It was Mike Tee's final lesson with us too.. Awww.. Feel so sorry for him.. Maybe the complaints got through... :( Shooted a lot of questions today since my team wasn't presenting.. Unlucky for those who were presenting.. Heheh.. Kept yawning a lot of times during class.. J.A. meeting was super boring... Had to be a committee member... Haiz.. Went back with Shireen.. She's was so tired... Awww... Hey.. Tomorrow is Edmund and Padmini's birthday... Yipee.. But I don't think there would be any cake.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109171748693046335?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109171748693046335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109171748693046335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109171748693046335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109171748693046335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/5th-august.html' title='5th August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109132968762566288</id><published>2004-08-01T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T11:08:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 August</title><content type='html'>Current mood : Sad...&lt;br /&gt;Didnt went to play soccer today. Some things are more important thant that.. My ex-girlfriend's granddad passed away today.. So I had to visit her house to pay my respect..&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;I hate moments when somebody passed away.. It's so quiet.. And... sad...&lt;br /&gt;Shoudn't be sad.. God will take care of them..&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109132968762566288?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109132968762566288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109132968762566288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109132968762566288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109132968762566288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/08/1-august.html' title='1 August'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109075380334750779</id><published>2004-07-25T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T19:15:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Person Who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in your bed:&amp;nbsp;My Cousin (totemo&amp;nbsp;kawaii) &lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry: My ex-girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;3. Made you cry: My Dad &lt;br /&gt;4. Spent the night with:&amp;nbsp;My Family &lt;br /&gt;5. You shared a drink with: My&amp;nbsp;Cousin &lt;br /&gt;6. You went to the movies with: My&amp;nbsp;Friends &lt;br /&gt;7. You went to the mall with:&amp;nbsp;My Friends again.. &lt;br /&gt;8. Yelled at you: My Dad &lt;br /&gt;9. You sent an email to: Friends &lt;br /&gt;10. You kissed:&amp;nbsp;.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Said "I Love You" and meant it:&amp;nbsp;Everybody does.. &lt;br /&gt;2. Gotten in a fight with your pet:&amp;nbsp;Ya. My Aunt's. Kept Sneezing. &lt;br /&gt;3. Been to New York:&amp;nbsp;No.. I wouldn't want to be in the airplane that crashes into the&amp;nbsp;World Trade Centre. &lt;br /&gt;4. Florida:&amp;nbsp;No&lt;br /&gt;5. California:&amp;nbsp;No.. But I would love to.. Great Scenery..&lt;br /&gt;6. Hawaii:&amp;nbsp;Nope.. But&amp;nbsp;Of Coz.. Which&amp;nbsp;Guy Doesn't? &lt;br /&gt;7. Mexico:&amp;nbsp;No. Too Hot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. China:&amp;nbsp;No..&lt;br /&gt;9. Canada:&amp;nbsp;No..&lt;br /&gt;10. Danced naked:&amp;nbsp;Why you wanna know..? &lt;br /&gt;11. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day:&amp;nbsp;Got such a&amp;nbsp;thing..? &lt;br /&gt;12. Wish you were the opposite sex:&amp;nbsp;Males are stronger.. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;13. Had an imaginary friend:&amp;nbsp;Ya.. When I was&amp;nbsp;3 years old.. I think.. &lt;br /&gt;14. Things you like in a guy/girl:&amp;nbsp;Fun, Honesty.. &lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone:&amp;nbsp;Yup &lt;br /&gt;16. What book are you reading now:&amp;nbsp;The Christ Clone Trilogy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worst feeling in the world:&amp;nbsp;When My greatgrandmother passed away..... &lt;br /&gt;2. What is the first thing you think when you wake up:&amp;nbsp;Do I&amp;nbsp;Have A Stomach-ache..? &lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal:&amp;nbsp;When I was small.. &lt;br /&gt;4. What's under your bed:&amp;nbsp;Monsters from Monsters Inc. &lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite sport to watch:&amp;nbsp;Pool and Billard.. Soccer has became boring.. &lt;br /&gt;6. Location:&amp;nbsp;Earth.. Duh.. &lt;br /&gt;7. Piercings/tattoos:&amp;nbsp;None &lt;br /&gt;8. Boyfriend/Girlfriend:&amp;nbsp;boo hoo..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1. Do you do drugs:&amp;nbsp;Not In My Life &lt;br /&gt;2. Do you drink:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not In My Life &lt;br /&gt;4. What are you most scared of:&amp;nbsp;Somebody passed away.. Especially the one&amp;nbsp;closest to me.. &lt;br /&gt;5. What clothes do you sleep in:&amp;nbsp;None? Duh.. Clothes la.. &lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you want to get married:&amp;nbsp;Venus &lt;br /&gt;7. Who do you really hate:&amp;nbsp;Pop singers &lt;br /&gt;8. Been in Love: Yup.. &lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a job:&amp;nbsp;Not at the moment.. &lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like being around people:&amp;nbsp;I guess so..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever cried over something someone of the opposite sex did:&amp;nbsp;Everbody does.. Sooner or&amp;nbsp;later.. &lt;br /&gt;2. Want someone you don't have right now:&amp;nbsp;Yes &lt;br /&gt;3. Are you lonely right now:&amp;nbsp;Nah.. My Friends Are With Me.. &lt;br /&gt;4. Ever afraid you'll never get married:&amp;nbsp;When The time Comes, yes.. &lt;br /&gt;5. Do you want to get married:&amp;nbsp;Too early to say.. &lt;br /&gt;6. Do you want kids: Yes.. Kids are the best..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE FAVORITE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Room in house:&amp;nbsp;Kitchen.. Always Hungry.. &lt;br /&gt;2. Type(s) of music:&amp;nbsp;Punk Rock &lt;br /&gt;3. Color:&amp;nbsp;Blue &lt;br /&gt;4. Month:&amp;nbsp;April..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. Stone:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Limestone?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried:&amp;nbsp;Yes.. My wrists was in terrible pain..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. Brought something: Yup.. That's y my wrists hurts..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten sick:&amp;nbsp;Does Stomach-Ache Counts..? &lt;br /&gt;4. Sang: Yes &lt;br /&gt;5. Said "I Love You":&amp;nbsp;NO &lt;br /&gt;6. Wanted to tell someone you loved them:&amp;nbsp;Hmm.. Yes.. &lt;br /&gt;7. Met someone new:&amp;nbsp;Nope.. &lt;br /&gt;8. Moved on:&amp;nbsp;Ya..&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;always walking.. &lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to someone: Yup &lt;br /&gt;10. Fought with your parents:&amp;nbsp;Luckily no.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109075380334750779?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109075380334750779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109075380334750779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109075380334750779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109075380334750779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/quizzy.html' title='Quizzy'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109072787961526069</id><published>2004-07-25T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T11:57:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 July</title><content type='html'>Regretted not going to polyclinic to check-up on my wrists.. It hurts now that I carried heavy things on my trip to the supermarket.. Gonna rest now.. Since tomorrow's Monday.. Science.. Hmm... Let's see what Wallace will do.. Having a headache too.. Argh.. Anybody knows anything about improving the blogs, plz inform me.. I'm dull.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109072787961526069?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109072787961526069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109072787961526069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109072787961526069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109072787961526069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/25-july.html' title='25 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109064545517171822</id><published>2004-07-24T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T13:04:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 July</title><content type='html'>VB has becoming relatively easy nowadays. Got some help from Eric by trading some stuffs to help us along.. Stayed back for sometime with Ben, Wei Sheng, Ash and Shireen.. We were the last ones left.. Ben had to leave for bowling while Ash stayed to jam later.. Funny things happened in the bus with Shireen.. Coudn't stop laughing when I recalled the incident.. LoL.. Sorry if it sounds harsh, Shireen. But it was great.. Gonna sleep early today.. Too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109064545517171822?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109064545517171822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109064545517171822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109064545517171822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109064545517171822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/24-july.html' title='24 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-109033055734085616</id><published>2004-07-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:35:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 July</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.. Felt sleepy in the morning though.. Heheh.. But gradually woke up.. Class was ok today.. My team members helped me a lot today.. I really appreciate all the help.. Thank you, all.. :) Presentation was ok.. Had theory lessons just now.. I tried to concentrate to what Bernie (the instructor) was saying.. But it was so noisy.. In the end, he flared up.. :( I understood his lesson juz now except for the various notes on the bar.. a,g,f,e, watever.. Hehehe.. Went back home with shireen, edmund and eric.. Hmm.. Eric had to go a long way.. Heheh.. But it was fun.. And I was afraid that shireen would send me the wrong way home by taking 187... Heheh.. But it was the rite bus.. Thanks, shireen.. :) I realized that taking the bus is far more relaxing than taking the train..&amp;nbsp;Read a book in the bus.. Hmm.. Have to study for ut on thursday.. VB... Hmm... Gonna be interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-109033055734085616?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/109033055734085616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=109033055734085616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109033055734085616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/109033055734085616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/20-july.html' title='20 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108997652569541229</id><published>2004-07-16T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:15:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 July</title><content type='html'>I dont feel good today. Shireen walked out of class after school. Been trying to contact her. I'm worried for her. Hope she's ok.. Argh.. I can't help but feel worried now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108997652569541229?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108997652569541229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108997652569541229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108997652569541229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108997652569541229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/16-july.html' title='16 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108987912387676308</id><published>2004-07-15T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T16:12:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 July (School)</title><content type='html'>Argh.. Problem was a headache today. It's so boring. Mike Tee.. Buketee.. I dont like him.. In fact, he's the only fac that i hate.. After eating lunch, I didnt feel well.. Felt like vommiting juz now.. Uweck.. Argh.. During team discussion, i was having a migraine.. Everybody talking so loudly beside me and the class is noisy too.. Couldnt concentrate on my slide.. I think I did badly on my slide.. Haiz.. Speaking of the ppt, Mike Tee shot our team with so much questions.. WHAT DOES HE THINK WE ARE!?!?!?! HIS ANSWERING MACHINE!!?!?!?! Hmph...! He didnt question the other teams much.. ARGHH..!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108987912387676308?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108987912387676308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108987912387676308' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108987912387676308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108987912387676308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/15-july-school.html' title='15 July (School)'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108969215820039553</id><published>2004-07-13T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:15:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July (Night)</title><content type='html'>Shireen, Edmund, Eric wanted to come over my house to visit me.. I was so touched.. I intended to go out to Causeway to meet them, but my mom forced me to stay indoors coz of fever, headache and my wrists..I think they wanted to give me bananas.. Ahahah... So sweet of them.. :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108969215820039553?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108969215820039553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108969215820039553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108969215820039553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108969215820039553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-july-night.html' title='12 July (Night)'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108963447717020062</id><published>2004-07-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:14:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July</title><content type='html'>Didnt go to school juz now.. Had an M.C.. Went to Woodlands Polyclinic in the morning.. There was a very long queue.. Fed up of waiting coz i waited for 2 hours untill I left the polyclinic.. The doctor couldnt confirm the xray so it had to be sent to the speacialist.. So serious..? Well, I had a fever and a headache juz now after returning home.. So I slept in the afternoon.. Fever's gone but the headache is still there.. I missed on catching the movie, Spiderman 2, with my friends.. Missed my friends.. Tomorrow, I'm gg to school to take UT.. After that, gg home... Having gastric sometimes coz of the pills.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108963447717020062?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108963447717020062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108963447717020062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108963447717020062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108963447717020062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-july.html' title='12 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108955568762328078</id><published>2004-07-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:21:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 July</title><content type='html'>In the morning, I played soccer with my old secondary friends at the futsal court.. I played as a goalkeeper since my legs weren't heal yet.. Things were ok.. Then, one catastrophe happened.. I stopped the ball wrongly with my bare hands.. I screamed in pain, u know.. The pain was unbearable.. I didnt continue playing so I sat down at the side.. I nearly fainted.. My friends saw that my face was growing pale.. Ahh.. I couldnt move my wrists at all.. Then, went home.. On a bike!! Difficult to control it with only 1 hand.. After changing and ate lunch, my mom forced me to go to the clinic.. I was reluctant to go but she forced me.. Haiz.. After the consultation with the doctor, got a 2 days M.C, I went to the library to meet shireen, edmund and ronnie.. Haha.. I didnt talk much coz i was feeling dizzy and i was having a fever.. So while shireen and edmund studied, i tried to sleep..(which was impossible coz of edmund) Then, we had dinner together at Burger King.. Had difficulties eating.. Ahaah.. Took neo-prints together.. And my head-ache was getting worse and i couldnt stand the fever.. Went home at around 9.10.. Took medicine already.. Having gastric coz of the pills.. Arghh.. Not my lucky day, i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108955568762328078?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108955568762328078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108955568762328078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108955568762328078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108955568762328078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/11-july.html' title='11 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108936031686630114</id><published>2004-07-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:05:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 July</title><content type='html'>So pissed off at my brother.. Spoilt my guitar.. Gonna get a whack from me.. Today was aneasy day.. No presentation, no quiz.. And the test was easy too.. Almost lost contact with shireen in school.. I guessed I really spoilt her mood.. Shireen, if ur reading this, I'm terribly sorry for my attitude.. I'm running out of mood too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108936031686630114?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108936031686630114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108936031686630114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108936031686630114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108936031686630114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/9-july.html' title='9 July'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108912176146870131</id><published>2004-07-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:52:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body Needs Serious Attention..</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's with me. Everytime I play soccer nowadays, I seem to pick up my old injury again. Been wearing sandals this few days.. And I realize that it's not safe.. People stepped on it.. Shireen laughed when she stepped on my foot. I was in pain and she was laughing.. HAhaha.. Argh... Drum lesson was so BORING..!!! Teach how to hit the snare and the bass pedal.. I'm thinking of not going for the lessons.. Juz set-up a band and play our own type of music.. Eric is having the same idea.. Oh.. Eric is a friend of mine and is also my guitarist.. Plays the guitar really good.. Feel tired this few days.. Not much sleep, i guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108912176146870131?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108912176146870131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108912176146870131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108912176146870131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108912176146870131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-body-needs-serious-attention.html' title='My Body Needs Serious Attention..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108885642299946214</id><published>2004-07-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T20:15:34.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Talk About...</title><content type='html'>School has becoming a little difficult nowadayas. Especially the changing of facilitator of Enterprise Skills. His name is Mike Tee. When I entered class, he was taking attendance. He expects us to do GIT. That's ok la.. But he walks around and checks our GITs like a bloodhound. Can't even see the other collumns in the GIT. Ben came in late and he said, "I won't think I will be marking you present." Me and Ben were like hotheads already in the morning because of him. I prefered Ms Tan. I'm sure everybody agrees. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108885642299946214?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108885642299946214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108885642299946214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108885642299946214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108885642299946214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-to-talk-about.html' title='What To Talk About...'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108852015273906573</id><published>2004-06-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:42:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout?</title><content type='html'>Wah... At around 10++, there was a major blackout accross Singapore.. I was in the unlucky sectors which got hit by the blackout.. I can't see anything in the dark and i kept banging on the wall.. Have 2 blue-blacks already.. Owww.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108852015273906573?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108852015273906573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108852015273906573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108852015273906573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108852015273906573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/06/blackout.html' title='Blackout?'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108851982825511843</id><published>2004-06-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:37:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th June. And It Is Only The Second Day Of School.</title><content type='html'>I was so pissed off in class juz now.. Up untill the afternoon break, i was left alone to read the resources, first meeting template and part of the powerpoint slides. My team members were so... (Can't even decribe them). Edmund and Ash were playing computer games and I can't stand when Ash shouts. Made me so mad! The other 2 team members were so quiet. At least they were quiet, but I had no idea what to do and they kept quiet and were glued to their laptops. Everybody in class could see that i was really pissed off and fumming in anger.. Pui Fun, Yun Ru, Rachael, Ivan, Nasri.. They saw me doing all the work.. I raised my voice at Edmund juz now.. And he can't even hear me..! I was like holding on to my wrists when working out the presentation.. Halfway through when everybody was looking at my laptop to do the presentation, i simply walked out of the room and went to the canteen. Rachael followed me down.. So did Nasri and Ivan.. They calmed me down.. Not actually la.. But they're good friends.. During the presentation, i juz kept quiet.. I was already having a migraine.. Shireen came only for vb ut.. I think I got angry becoz she wasn't there, I think.. When she came into class, i felt slightly relieved only.. Juz don't know how to put up with my team during Cognitive.. Think i'll... Dont know wat to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108851982825511843?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108851982825511843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108851982825511843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108851982825511843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108851982825511843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/06/29th-june-and-it-is-only-second-day-of.html' title='29th June. And It Is Only The Second Day Of School.'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108842954027733013</id><published>2004-06-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:32:20.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has Restarted.............</title><content type='html'>Wahhh...... So tired...... I think I walked 4 km around the school juz now.. School was so fun juz now.. Reunited with my friends.. SO happy to be with them again.. Juz now we did basic science. And I'm proud to say that i enjoyed today's lesson. Y? It's the first time I had contributed the most to my basic sci team.. Even pui fun asked me questions and i could actually answer them.. Normally, i would ask her wat to do or how to do.. But today, it was different. Hehe.. I guess i shouldn''t be too proud of that.. Some of the guys never change.. Always play cs or games in the internet.. I deleted those programs in my com so that i could concentrate more in helping my team. Oh.. And Jim Tan is leaving us.. Awww... It was so sad.. Couldn't see ivan's twin again.. He's a great fac btw.. Yew Lee presented his team's presentation and i was sorry that i laughed at him.. At the end of the day, i was so tired that i couldn't feel my legs.. Arghh.. So tired.. Even so, i managed to drag myself to the saloon to have a haircut.. The saloonists didn't how to use a cash-card when i presented her mine to pay the hair-cut.. Haiyo.. But managed to do it in the end.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108842954027733013?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108842954027733013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108842954027733013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108842954027733013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108842954027733013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/06/school-has-restarted.html' title='School Has Restarted.............'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287358.post-108807928478027937</id><published>2004-06-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T20:18:59.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Class..</title><content type='html'>I'm in class TA0402. A list of my classmates (if i can remember all of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ru, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Sequeena, Sajini &lt;br /&gt;Angeline, Pui Fun&lt;br /&gt;Nisa, Padmini&lt;br /&gt;Rachael, (I wanted to add Shireen here, but she's a lady monkey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan, Ash, Farhan &lt;br /&gt;Ivan, Ram, Kai Liang&lt;br /&gt;Eng Hao, Edmund, Chu Feng&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Wei Sheng, Yew Lee&lt;br /&gt;Ash, Daniel, Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7287358-108807928478027937?l=yukazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/feeds/108807928478027937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7287358&amp;postID=108807928478027937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108807928478027937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7287358/posts/default/108807928478027937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukazi.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-class.html' title='My Class..'/><author><name>Eman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193964390171518825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1121/640/past.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
