<?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-1606656184777422244</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:24:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we are perfect. Perfect in our own ways...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5300299289309379295</id><published>2010-06-19T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:30:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step forward</title><content type='html'>migration of the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sightwalk.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://sightwalk.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5300299289309379295?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5300299289309379295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5300299289309379295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-forward.html' title='Step forward'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4954885671423870119</id><published>2010-04-09T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:32:04.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Sharp and Sweet</title><content type='html'>following a whole week of workload, i'd have to say my week didn't turn out as bad as expected&lt;br /&gt;instead, it ended on a pretty high note&lt;br /&gt;with God's grace, i've managed to sail through the week&lt;br /&gt;so, here are the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the humanities week, or i would like to call the "inhumane week"&lt;br /&gt;i was slapped in the face with tons of work to be settled&lt;br /&gt;starting with my SEA history project&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, my presentation, which was expected to suck since there was probably a mere 20 words in total, was being postponed&lt;br /&gt;then, in preparation for the main events on wednesday, countless of decisions had to be made in minutes&lt;br /&gt;like the rental of clothes to dress up a classmate for the "masquerade competition" (it costed around $50)&lt;br /&gt;as well as the distribution of work, the last minute settings of all things required&lt;br /&gt;really had to squeeze dry my brain&lt;br /&gt;crashing at the sofa for consecutive days, waking up to realise that there's a whole pile of shitload to be settled&lt;br /&gt;but it all paid off this morning when my class was announced as the winners of the competition, as well as $80 worth of swensens vouchers!&lt;br /&gt;that was, after a few seconds of wondering why i was being pulled out from the class early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(being called out by teachers give me the creeps everytime)&lt;br /&gt;but now, it's just a matter of time before the good taste of swensens food lands in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the few hours that has just passed, it was pretty much satisfying&lt;br /&gt;catching up with your friends, the lil kiddies&lt;br /&gt;(I'M IN JC! I'M A BIG BOY, BAYBEH!!)&lt;br /&gt;as well as your past teachers, some whom you'd speak to, and others who give you the worst of stares that forces an involuntary smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;well, at least we acknowledge each other's presence&lt;br /&gt;so, the awards nite wasn't as grand as one might think&lt;br /&gt;like a failed remake of the prom night in a school hall&lt;br /&gt;well, at least some of the food was delicious&lt;br /&gt;(AAAAHHHH~!!! I LOVE THE FAJITAS!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;so throughout most of the event, my ears were practically attacked with words that are desperately coughed out to kill the silence&lt;br /&gt;it only equates to one thing: boredom&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i still got to go up on stage to receive my cert and $30 borders gift card&lt;br /&gt;and to add on to that, mdm nora handed me a handwritten well-wishes card and $50 kinokuniya vouchers&lt;br /&gt;so it's now 80 and 80 worth of vouchers and gift card&lt;br /&gt;but i don't even know what to buy at bookshops&lt;br /&gt;music magazines, perhaps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all that, i've come to realise that i haven't really thanked my teachers for what they've done&lt;br /&gt;being a relatively shy guy, i hope the teachers already know that this previous student of theirs really appreciate what they've done&lt;br /&gt;despite everything else that happened which is not necessary to talk about&lt;br /&gt;still, i do feel bad not doing so&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to do so, i'd expect questions on why i took a long time to just say thanks&lt;br /&gt;then again, i didn't really perform well enough to make them proud and think that they deserve a token of appreciation&lt;br /&gt;my appreciation might not even have any meaning&lt;br /&gt;ah, well, i'm not going to do so anyway&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope they won't fret about this&lt;br /&gt;they're suppose to be mature people after all, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4954885671423870119?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4954885671423870119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4954885671423870119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-things-sharp-and-sweet.html' title='All Things Sharp and Sweet'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1820680477404814364</id><published>2010-04-03T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:28:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;it's been some time since i've posted something here&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm abandoning this blog or anything&lt;br /&gt;but as a jc student... (you should know how to end this statement)&lt;br /&gt;but with the ounce of motivation by my GP teacher, i've decided to blog this week&lt;br /&gt;a little review on life, a mix and match of all things possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some, or perhaps everyone may know, i've already bought a new phone&lt;br /&gt;after years of persuasion and two weeks of finding money,&lt;br /&gt;which got very annoying at some point of time&lt;br /&gt;finally came the time where i would no longer have to dwell about getting a phone&lt;br /&gt;i've rejoiced, and now i'm enjoying this hassle-free life (communication-wise, perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;till now, i still haven't really explored my phone much&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't know how to use wi-fi at home nor add songs to my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also the class outing which came up a day or two after i bought my phone&lt;br /&gt;one month is definitely a long time without meeting my classmates&lt;br /&gt;(and we still stick to the prisoner numbers as the class name)&lt;br /&gt;it was a great time to catch up with them, on all things crappy and necessary&lt;br /&gt;despite the absence of some, it was still a joyous occasion&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i do hope at least almost everyone would be able to make it the next time&lt;br /&gt;(the last time almost everyone attended a class event was probably the class camp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the hockey 4-a-side carnival&lt;br /&gt;my team, made up of only jc1s, literally got down and dirty during the matches&lt;br /&gt;the allocated pitch was pretty much like a pigsty&lt;br /&gt;(you can check the photos on facebook for a more detailed view on this)&lt;br /&gt;though we lost most of the matches against the poly teams as well as cjc,&lt;br /&gt;we managed to produce a win against MI through a 20-minute penalty shootout&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it was a good exposure to the game&lt;br /&gt;and a note to self: the padang, though sounds very grand, is NOT how you think it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the jc life&lt;br /&gt;fffffFFFFFFFFF~~~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if there are any answers that we haven't searched for&lt;br /&gt;just type in your code and say a prayer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1820680477404814364?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1820680477404814364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1820680477404814364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4845443259984721533</id><published>2010-02-19T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:03:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sheep Comes In Second. (Define "F_____d")</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lies.&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live a life of lies.&lt;br /&gt;wasted years.&lt;br /&gt;worthless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheap trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeky smiles.&lt;br /&gt;cheated feelings.&lt;br /&gt;choking back the tears from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;miserable.&lt;br /&gt;indigestible.&lt;br /&gt;incorrigible.&lt;br /&gt;unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gullible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moment of self-realization.&lt;br /&gt;the highly-emphasized question: why?&lt;br /&gt;to open my arms. my head. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a strong believer.&lt;br /&gt;faith. trust. love.&lt;br /&gt;and letting moments define us, reality answers undesirably.&lt;br /&gt;everyone turns against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my humble giving to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you. all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lent you my eyes, my ears, my words, my time, my head, my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i lent you me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but appreciation was never a universal characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;you abused all that i gave you.&lt;br /&gt;where have all the years of knitting this social fabric gone to?&lt;br /&gt;what have i ever been?&lt;br /&gt;what have you ever seen in me?&lt;br /&gt;am i such a despicable figure?&lt;br /&gt;a frivolous piece of matter?&lt;br /&gt;what have i ever done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; in humour and desolation.&lt;br /&gt;yet, again and again, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall for it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i can keep this up. for there will never be an end to this.&lt;br /&gt;because it is out of my capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;the answer to it is out of question.&lt;br /&gt;and the more we speak, the more i give, the less i know.&lt;br /&gt;because every piece of my trust will only mask it further.&lt;br /&gt;until you break that mask.&lt;br /&gt;until you speak the truth.&lt;br /&gt;until you make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then i will be left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;then i will ask more.&lt;br /&gt;then everything will repeat once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being frank would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't tell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i would have locked myself away from you.&lt;br /&gt;i would have cried on a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;i would be left in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. the literal shit.&lt;br /&gt;taken in, as freely as can be.&lt;br /&gt;absorbing all that is desired.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring what is left behind.&lt;br /&gt;and thrown away. never to be seen. never to be noticed. never to be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;and a... person once said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"i don't regard you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i don't regard you as an acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;i don't regard you as...&lt;br /&gt;i don't regard you as..."&lt;br /&gt;and it would be clear what i was regarded as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, i will wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i will smile.&lt;br /&gt;and everything will repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;the face of lies.&lt;br /&gt;the state of having realized.&lt;br /&gt;because i am gullible.&lt;br /&gt;i am not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't find any other word to replace it because that's the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way i'll stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;and your perceptions of me won't change.&lt;br /&gt;i will change.&lt;br /&gt;in cycles. in repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;because it is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like counting sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4845443259984721533?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4845443259984721533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4845443259984721533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheep-comes-in-second-define-fd.html' title='The Sheep Comes In Second. (Define &quot;F_____d&quot;)'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8569348141233846197</id><published>2010-02-14T13:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:18:28.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeem What's Lost, Giving Away What's Mine</title><content type='html'>i have been convincing myself that i need to change&lt;br /&gt;change for the better&lt;br /&gt;and for changes to occur, sacrifices have to be made&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be my biggest sacrifice yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years, i've always tried to put others' interests ahead of mine&lt;br /&gt;spending my time to be with them&lt;br /&gt;neglecting all of my other personal interests&lt;br /&gt;thinking that it was an act of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;and that i would be treated fairly well in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months, i've felt that my efforts were worthless&lt;br /&gt;i have not gained the love and respect i yearned for&lt;br /&gt;i plagued my mind with all things involving disappointment and rage&lt;br /&gt;this marks the start of my change, but in the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for weeks, i've tried to think everything out&lt;br /&gt;my life, my desires, my true commitments&lt;br /&gt;i sought advice from some of my fellow friends&lt;br /&gt;supportive they were of my intended move&lt;br /&gt;yet, i was still shrouded in uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i've observed the many people around me&lt;br /&gt;the close ones and the ones who are becoming close&lt;br /&gt;in my search for answers, i've realised that i was being foolish, selfish, and all the other related adjectives&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'll have to rethink my choices&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on my face, i know this time, it's not too hard to decide what i want and what i will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i tried keeping this post simple and easy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know where i'm going&lt;br /&gt;but i'm bound to see&lt;br /&gt;what i'm capable of being&lt;br /&gt;if the world's taking me&lt;br /&gt;and i know, he knows, she knows, we know&lt;br /&gt;can't change history, but history is what's changing me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8569348141233846197?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8569348141233846197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8569348141233846197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/02/redeem-whats-lost-giving-away-whats.html' title='Redeem What&apos;s Lost, Giving Away What&apos;s Mine'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1006169559183444442</id><published>2010-01-11T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:17:47.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Calls</title><content type='html'>an unfortunate victim, i thought i was&lt;br /&gt;getting whipped by mistake&lt;br /&gt;laid on the floor, bearing the pain&lt;br /&gt;rage pulled me up, i gave him a chase to the living room&lt;br /&gt;struck a few hits on his back&lt;br /&gt;he strafed left, towards the gate&lt;br /&gt;managed to push him out a little, retaliation&lt;br /&gt;i got pushed all the way to the door of the master bedroom&lt;br /&gt;jerked him back, put him off balance&lt;br /&gt;tripped him backwards, he slipped off the carpet&lt;br /&gt;laying on the floor motionless, with eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;and fire was lost in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. oh fuck. oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;he was hardly breathing&lt;br /&gt;no! wake up! wake up! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WAKE UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;a nightmare. of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;he who just took the trouble to take care of the sick me last night became an enemy in mind.&lt;br /&gt;he is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;how did i ever end up dreaming of this?&lt;br /&gt;a sign for me to give him a little extra appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but that was terribly wrong...&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;i pray that it wouldn't occur to me.&lt;br /&gt;and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my results, it was far worse that expected&lt;br /&gt;despite spending solemn days on work and minimal sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i find it rather depressing not to achieve what i aimed for&lt;br /&gt;now i find myself on the lower ground&lt;br /&gt;i know i did things wrongly&lt;br /&gt;now i have to make up for it&lt;br /&gt;i must get rid of 'lazy'&lt;br /&gt;look back and learn how to adopt the subtle habits of my fellow classmates who've achieved glory&lt;br /&gt;"be the best that you can be." - ms. tan siew piang (i don't know how this got in my head)&lt;br /&gt;and the tracks will be replaced once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and this is not what i hoped for&lt;br /&gt;wake, wake up&lt;br /&gt;wake, wake up..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1006169559183444442?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1006169559183444442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1006169559183444442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/01/wake-up-calls.html' title='Wake Up Calls'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-573433990328912808</id><published>2010-01-07T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:48:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennui</title><content type='html'>homesick? or sick of home?&lt;br /&gt;day by day, driven out of the house due to boredom or obligations&lt;br /&gt;i'm not living how i want to live&lt;br /&gt;my sole purpose of living becomes lost as i get stuck in this physical world&lt;br /&gt;grabbing hold of everything i consider being able to give me 'life'&lt;br /&gt;seize the moment? yes.&lt;br /&gt;living life to the fullest? a definite no.&lt;br /&gt;a self-taught knowledge gets rewritten over and over, but practising it only comes occasionally&lt;br /&gt;i've put it to sacrifice, but restoration has minimal outcomes&lt;br /&gt;as i write this, i've come to notice&lt;br /&gt;am i fretting because i lack appreciation??&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep moving before my time runs out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you lost everything in a moment, would you notice?&lt;br /&gt;could you rebuild something so hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;are you hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;and when you wake alone, with no one left to hold,&lt;br /&gt;you won't need to know all the things i know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-573433990328912808?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/573433990328912808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/573433990328912808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2010/01/ennui.html' title='Ennui'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3528823392184418500</id><published>2009-12-22T23:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:36:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscow Was In Singapore</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, i've been spending most of my days out of the house&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the only day i stayed at home was, errm, yesterday i think&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the best two days were the weekends&lt;br /&gt;went to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;CLOSURE IN MOSCOW&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;i bet anyone reading this got no freakin' idea who they are, but it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting this for myself anyway&lt;br /&gt;(it's MY BLOG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on saturday, went to see them at *SCAPE The Lab&lt;br /&gt;a kind of small room for small gigs i suppose&lt;br /&gt;got to meet them up close and personal!&lt;br /&gt;but before that, i have to tell you, my journey should have only five minutes&lt;br /&gt;instead, i took 45 minutes to get there&lt;br /&gt;i was highly confident of myself that i knew the way&lt;br /&gt;i keep remembering the straight road in the map&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, my route led me straight to Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT IS SOOOO NOT THE WAY TO *SCAPE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent most of my time walking from Plaza Singapura to Istana Park, and back again&lt;br /&gt;with my dying handphone, i managed to send a message to marilyn, asking her for directions&lt;br /&gt;(guys, when you don't know the directions, drop your ego and ask for directions!)&lt;br /&gt;well, getting a reply might not mean anything to most people&lt;br /&gt;but i regarded the reply as heaven-sent&lt;br /&gt;so, with the much needed help, i made my way towards Orchard Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;on the way, i asked for more directions from a kind carpark attendant&lt;br /&gt;it was already past 5pm then&lt;br /&gt;made a frantic dash to the skate park, searched for a map, went further to reach my destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time of arrival: 5.15pm&lt;br /&gt;i missed their first song!!!&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived, Closure In Moscow was already playing their second song, Pony&lt;br /&gt;(it's a cover, and it's kinda horny, but catchy)&lt;br /&gt;as i entered, i walked past the two caucasians, oblivious to the fact that they were the band members&lt;br /&gt;yeah, how silly&lt;br /&gt;had a little Q&amp;amp;A session, listening to the bands past and their progress in making it this far&lt;br /&gt;all the joy and laughter was marred by the foolish words of a poser&lt;br /&gt;whenever the band mentioned a few other band names, he would diss them&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the fact that everyone else was jeering at him&lt;br /&gt;the band then wrapped it up with two other songs, A Night At The Spleen and Deluge&lt;br /&gt;(a night at the spleen makes a really great song for a night filled with partying and dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the session, they were kind enough to stay for a moment and took a hell lot of photos with everyone&lt;br /&gt;i somehow managed to sneak into one of the pictures&lt;br /&gt;actually, they just invited everyone to take a photo together&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i got into one of the photos with the band&lt;br /&gt;then i realised my phone battery was flat.&lt;br /&gt;_____(feel free to add in any vulgarities here)&lt;br /&gt;once again, had to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;i went to a lady who was part of *SCAPE's committee&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, she was undeniably cute)&lt;br /&gt;despite being busy, she gladly directed me to the phone at the reception&lt;br /&gt;so, i helped myself to it and called my bro, met him, blah blah blah, end of story here&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i had to give their night time performance a miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, went to the last day of performances with ilham&lt;br /&gt;drank a few cups of 7-up revive&lt;br /&gt;yup, freeloaders&lt;br /&gt;watched Tacit Aria (local band) perform a song&lt;br /&gt;then there was this bunch of idiots trying to open up a mosh pit, but no one else joined them&lt;br /&gt;so they started jumping around like retards&lt;br /&gt;if you can imagine kids jumping non-stop while punching their hands in the air, you can certainly imagine them&lt;br /&gt;then the host advised that we don't get ourselves injured, so no moshing&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;then, went off for a while, walked around cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;after that, we returned for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;CLOSURE IN MOSCOW&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, before that, i went to ask for autographs by three of their members&lt;br /&gt;nothing to sign on, so i just allowed them to sign on my shirt, hehe&lt;br /&gt;if only i was wearing the band's tee, it would be more meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;then there was this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FREAKING LUCKY GIRL WHO WON AN AUTOGRAPHED GIBSON REVERSED FLYING V GUITAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUS!!! but well, congrats to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on to their performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitar riffs were superb, and Chris (singer) didn't went off key at all&lt;br /&gt;it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HELL OF A PERFORMANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with A Night At The Spleen, then Vanguards&lt;br /&gt;then in no particular order: We Want Guarantees... Not Hunger Pains, Here's To Entropy, Kissing Cousins, Dulcinea&lt;br /&gt;and they sealed it off with Jewels For Eyes&lt;br /&gt;then, they came back for an encore&lt;br /&gt;personally one of the best songs of 2009: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SWEET#HART&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an awesome ending to the event&lt;br /&gt;Ilham was also convinced that they were really awesome, hehe&lt;br /&gt;so, that was pretty much how i spent my weekends&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's the end of my post...&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, i think i'm gonna post a few pics for once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SzMH5xm_kJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/00DB_QhAy1s/s1600-h/cim6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/12/moscow-was-in-singapore.html' title='Moscow Was In Singapore'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SzMH5xm_kJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/00DB_QhAy1s/s72-c/cim6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7005770418012353217</id><published>2009-12-16T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:44:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Compass</title><content type='html'>it seems obvious that there is nothing much for me to do right now&lt;br /&gt;after madrasah (religious class/school??) exams, i'm back to no business&lt;br /&gt;despite having borrowed three books and two comics last week, i'm still as bored as hell&lt;br /&gt;actually, i haven't really started reading the books&lt;br /&gt;my long list of holiday agendas is probably lost somewhere in my head&lt;br /&gt;haven't even started writing songs&lt;br /&gt;nor have i brushed my guitar skills&lt;br /&gt;nor did i go jamming, in which, there is a very small likelihood of it&lt;br /&gt;bandmates are too busy with work, while i'm rotting at home&lt;br /&gt;nah, not really rotting, i head to the gym quite often nowadays&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i just remembered about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-to-becoming-ironman.html"&gt;http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-to-becoming-ironman.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a loooong time ago, but i'm still as skinny&lt;br /&gt;and my weight's stuck at 52kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, besides my attempts to buff my body, yeah, nothing much&lt;br /&gt;haven't planned on how to customize my shoes&lt;br /&gt;oh, i now suck at drawing as well (did i tell you about this before??)&lt;br /&gt;so, what good am i now??&lt;br /&gt;besides being able to help my mom with some housework&lt;br /&gt;now, i need ideas&lt;br /&gt;ideas on what to do, ideas on what to draw, ideas on what to play on the guitar&lt;br /&gt;so, any suggestions left on the tagboard would be much appreciated&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i hope you guys enjoy the new songs on the player&lt;br /&gt;pray hard that the player doesn't fail this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i awoke, only to find my lungs empty&lt;br /&gt;through the night, so it seems i'm not breathing&lt;br /&gt;and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;and i'm breaking down, i think i'm breaking down..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7005770418012353217?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7005770418012353217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7005770418012353217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-compass.html' title='Broken Compass'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1841835589232368841</id><published>2009-12-04T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:27:34.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, it's raining outside at the moment...</title><content type='html'>two-thirds of a month gone, and i haven't really done anything productive&lt;br /&gt;so far, after the prom, life has been, well, lifeless&lt;br /&gt;in and out of the house, eating up on my parents' money&lt;br /&gt;so aimless i am that i might just go over the ledge this next moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, i'm not into suicides&lt;br /&gt;besides, like what switchfoot sang&lt;br /&gt;"we were meant to live for so much more"&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm very reluctant to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;everything i planned to work on is here, so i myself am uncertain why i should go out&lt;br /&gt;besides finding a job, that is&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to meet my 4/7 mates often&lt;br /&gt;however, i cringe whenever i hear about some of my fellow classmates already getting a job&lt;br /&gt;yet, it is a motivation for me to get one myself&lt;br /&gt;but things haven't really been going my way&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, it gets kinda stressful&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've started to become more lazy to go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm discouraged by this momentary failure&lt;br /&gt;yet, i don't think i'm the kind of guy who is easily marred by such setbacks&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i should be getting mad and tire myself out at the gym&lt;br /&gt;so why is my ass still stuck on this chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life is taking much of a beating&lt;br /&gt;yet, if things don't go my way, what am i suppose to do??&lt;br /&gt;stop and stare? or punch the wall?&lt;br /&gt;leave your suggestions at the tagboard while i find a way  to overcome this problem,&lt;br /&gt;and study for my religious class exams&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i won't give you no money, i always pay&lt;br /&gt;na-na, why don't you get a job?&lt;br /&gt;say no way, say no way ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;na-na, why don't you get a job?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1841835589232368841?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1841835589232368841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1841835589232368841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-its-raining-outside-at-moment.html' title='Yeah, it&apos;s raining outside at the moment...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2947930250654173743</id><published>2009-11-22T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:16:17.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ropes won't turn to threads when we have internet and handphones</title><content type='html'>hmmm... i actually wanted to post something about the prom yesterday (it's already sunday)&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot to talk about really&lt;br /&gt;the food, the atmosphere, the joy of meeting your friends again before we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;kuang shao's supreme manoeuvre which caught everyone by surprise&lt;br /&gt;the finest finale in which almost everyone flocked to the dance floor, dancing their hearts out&lt;br /&gt;the countless photos taken&lt;br /&gt;the walk to the singapore river (was it the singapore river?? i never went there before)&lt;br /&gt;actually there was a plan to go somewhere, but due to unforeseen circumstances, we ended up just sitting by the river&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i for once was able to be there&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually at a loss for words&lt;br /&gt;i can't really express myself much regarding that special event&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is i that i appreciate the times we had, and i hope we'll stay in touch for as long as possible, before the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;so till then, keep answering your calls and reply to your messages cuz we'll keep in touch for sure peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look to the past&lt;br /&gt;and remember and smile&lt;br /&gt;and maybe tonight&lt;br /&gt;i can breathe for a while&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the scene&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;but then all that it means is&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be dreaming of you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2947930250654173743?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2947930250654173743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2947930250654173743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/11/ropes-wont-turn-to-strings-when-we-have.html' title='Ropes won&apos;t turn to threads when we have internet and handphones'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-356545615192096261</id><published>2009-11-14T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:30:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like any other graduate would... or perhaps should...</title><content type='html'>hmm... i don't really know how to put this...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was the end of a gruelling three-week stint in sitting for our big 'O's&lt;br /&gt;it didn't really end the way i expected&lt;br /&gt;whereby everyone would be ecstatic and going wild in celebration, some maybe even crying tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;none of it happened.&lt;br /&gt;the only special thing that i noticed was the two cakes sitting on the table in front of the library&lt;br /&gt;thank you anyone who tried to make it special&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed stolid and  weren't really making much ruckus&lt;br /&gt;except when they were in front of the staff room, approaching mdm asmida for their prom tickets&lt;br /&gt;perhaps everyone had their systems jammed at 'zombie mode'&lt;br /&gt;or they were fearful that they wouldn't do well for the seemingly tough chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;or no one had the intention to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;and as a member of 4/7 '09, i had the feeling that someone would give the call for a celebration&lt;br /&gt;and once again, no one did.&lt;br /&gt;then again, it would be highly demanding, and stupidly selfish, of me to ask for anyone of us to do it, and not attempting to do it myself&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm hoping that the prom night would be something spectacular&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna make it happen&lt;br /&gt;because we're gonna make sure that our $70 doesn't go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the seemingly dreary morning, my afternoon turned out to be, well, interesting&lt;br /&gt;had a little conversation with this, erm, australian girl, who is, erm, yeah, definitely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;actually, she was the one who approached me after noticing my freaking long name&lt;br /&gt;after much spamming on each other's wall, i noticed that there was actually a chatroom&lt;br /&gt;so, we started chatting&lt;br /&gt;being the shy and conservative me, i just said a little 'hi' and from there, we started&lt;br /&gt;actually, she was the one who started asking me questions&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i'm a total loser when it comes to girls)&lt;br /&gt;however, she wasn't really the usual blonde and pretty girl one would expect&lt;br /&gt;she was, well, something unique&lt;br /&gt;and she made me feel special too&lt;br /&gt;a very interesting sort&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i should stop here&lt;br /&gt;i suppose no one is really interested anyway&lt;br /&gt;well, till then i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when we're together, it's elation i've never known&lt;br /&gt;when we're together i've got so much to give"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-356545615192096261?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/356545615192096261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/356545615192096261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-any-other-graduate-would-or.html' title='Just like any other graduate would... or perhaps should...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3560414293190083430</id><published>2009-10-09T21:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:05:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ties; I'll have this accessory for life</title><content type='html'>so, i guess i've broken a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;why?? because i'm blogging, when i should be shifting my ass on the chair on my left and start studying (i'm now on my bro's laptop and in his seat)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should just take some time to express myself as i, as well as many others, reach the final chapters of secondary life&lt;br /&gt;also, this is a good time to brush up on my english that is fast deteriorating after weeks of abandoning my blog&lt;br /&gt;in addition, this is something to be remembered, so i'd certainly have to blog about it, for i am unable to remember all these as time passes&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does sound seemingly stupid to graduate before taking your final exam&lt;br /&gt;yet again, probably it's ok, because it's called GCE 'O' Level Examinations, and not Secondary School LEAVING EXAMINATIONS&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the last day of school, we see the predicted&lt;br /&gt;we laughed, we smiled, we cried, and we said our goodbyes (but it ain't the final one!!!)&lt;br /&gt;we said our farewell speeches, and once again, i failed to fully express myself&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i seemed sincere in the eyes of many, but i did say all those things with a heavy heart, though i did not cry, for i have forgotten how&lt;br /&gt;it is certain that on days like these, we wouldn't see any emotional deviations, but everyone would definitely have different ways of expressing them&lt;br /&gt;the years i've shared with the class is truly an experience of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of days being spent together were full of meaning, and the joy of it can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;though there were times where we fell apart, with the help and support of each other, we all managed to pull ourselves together&lt;br /&gt;and like i said, though this class is not perfect, i would be lying if i didn't say that this is what i perfectly wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't goodbye. there is no goodbye when you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i turn into another&lt;br /&gt;dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;sing this song&lt;br /&gt;remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;when everything else is gone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3560414293190083430?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3560414293190083430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3560414293190083430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/10/ties-ill-have-this-accessory-for-life.html' title='Ties; I&apos;ll have this accessory for life'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5457924046628159804</id><published>2009-09-06T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:26:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No rest</title><content type='html'>thursday's booster session was, well, a real booster for me&lt;br /&gt;helped me get back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps for once, i got on my feet&lt;br /&gt;with the ever-joyous andrea shooting out hundreds or thousands of words per minute&lt;br /&gt;i was left with only vague memories of the session, but lots to do and think about&lt;br /&gt;went back home smiling throughout the journey, yet gritting my teeth, fearing that i won't succeed&lt;br /&gt;also got really inspired to do mindmaps&lt;br /&gt;even went to purchase some fanciful-coloured pens just now&lt;br /&gt;just hoping that time remains on my side&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm the one who should make a move and stay on time's side&lt;br /&gt;besides waking me up from my slumber, the talk also helped me in detailing my targets&lt;br /&gt;i know it might be insane to many, but i'm aiming a 6&lt;br /&gt;God knows where i'm headed to, but i'm certain i desire to achieve that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, friday broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;my head was at its closest to willingly bang on the wall&lt;br /&gt;my L1R5 was 18.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i was just starting to climb the ladder when it toppled over, again, leaving me lying face down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;school is a head-maker, yet a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's the teachers, most of them who pretty much defines motivation as fear to boosts the spirits their students, but are actually draining the motivation instead&lt;br /&gt;"and the plane goes down, again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time i let operation Faust takes its place&lt;br /&gt;i might be on hiatus, well, from posting on this blog of course&lt;br /&gt;but being utterly weak in resisting the urge of the worthless short-term desires that merely bring joy, i doubt that the blog will be free from new posts within the next two months&lt;br /&gt;but i'm determined not to end up on the wrong side of this operation and be an upset&lt;br /&gt;the pimples, the mucus and the puke won't make me falter&lt;br /&gt;kiss and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we don't know, where we're going&lt;br /&gt;but we know, that we're getting there!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5457924046628159804?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5457924046628159804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5457924046628159804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-rest.html' title='No rest'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8023045884073866122</id><published>2009-08-28T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:50:08.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell am i thinking??</title><content type='html'>i have a goal&lt;br /&gt;in order to reach that goal, i need to swim&lt;br /&gt;in order for me to swim, i need knowledge and skills&lt;br /&gt;as i learn, i feel myself more prepared to face the ocean&lt;br /&gt;with my confidence, i dipped my foot into the water&lt;br /&gt;that was the start of my journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my strokes, i propel forward, opposing the motion of the waves&lt;br /&gt;the waves vary by the day, so does the man&lt;br /&gt;success and glory, a milestone ahead&lt;br /&gt;failure and misery, no reason to regret&lt;br /&gt;the trident in my face, another point to prove&lt;br /&gt;claps of thunder shakes the sea, the outlook seems bleak&lt;br /&gt;but Conscious says the mist is made-believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in due time, i rest as i should, like every person would&lt;br /&gt;yet complacency delays my time to move&lt;br /&gt;as i tread the waters, i find myself drifting towards the vast unknown&lt;br /&gt;where the quitters lay dead, where the stench keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;plagued by laziness, reeked of complacency&lt;br /&gt;paralyzed i became, only the eyes surfacing the water&lt;br /&gt;fears flocked towards me during my final breath&lt;br /&gt;undesirable as it is, but is this the end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all hope seems lost, a short spasm stabs my back&lt;br /&gt;it is the calling, time to get back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prevent repetitions of such events, maybe it's time to just swim&lt;br /&gt;only aim should accompany, and nothing else should matter&lt;br /&gt;i think it's best that i replicate Faust now,&lt;br /&gt;but keeping in mind that everything's temporary&lt;br /&gt;my desire must be precise, the rest should be steered away&lt;br /&gt;this risk should release much burden, but it won't assure things&lt;br /&gt;in the crossroads, in the water i stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking, the heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;in this final sprint, the routes i shall question&lt;br /&gt;for what it's worth, is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"every skyline beats in my chest&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between love and sadness&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, this is our test&lt;br /&gt;we ride in the mouth of madness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8023045884073866122?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8023045884073866122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8023045884073866122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell-am-i-thinking.html' title='What the hell am i thinking??'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6252166472728977014</id><published>2009-08-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:22:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile, a grin, and another cloud comes in...</title><content type='html'>"people don't like you, is it??"&lt;br /&gt;never thought that a question so poorly constructed would sound so harsh&lt;br /&gt;my vision blurried, a probable jet black stare on the pages of the magazine&lt;br /&gt;i could almost imagine my heart being swallowed by darkness&lt;br /&gt;as i masked my inner feelings with a wry smile&lt;br /&gt;i could only helplessly think about the true opinions of my...&lt;br /&gt;well...companions...&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well don't talk about it;&lt;br /&gt;write it down but don't ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be honest with even myself.&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were...&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were...&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were somebody else?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6252166472728977014?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6252166472728977014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6252166472728977014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-grin-and-another-cloud-comes-in.html' title='A smile, a grin, and another cloud comes in...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3681498367768652682</id><published>2009-08-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:01:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead??</title><content type='html'>apologies to whoever who has been patiently waiting for another post to appear&lt;br /&gt;actually, nothing much really happened throughout the weeks&lt;br /&gt;except for consecutive days of meeting insects on weird occasions&lt;br /&gt;and a tuesday midnight in the toilet with a bloody big mosquito-like creature, about the size of my palm, which i squashed between a folded newspaper&lt;br /&gt;that creature was like some kind of mutated creature from the sink or something&lt;br /&gt;(think ninja turtles)&lt;br /&gt;its legs could not even support the weight of the body. how weird...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to pee, and that creature probably wanted to suck&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe opposites do attract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides than, been kinda busy during the exam period&lt;br /&gt;exam, sleep, eat, bro's laptop, study, sleep, repeat&lt;br /&gt;and that is life, people&lt;br /&gt;that is definitely life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least today marks the end of prelims&lt;br /&gt;which is a huge sigh of relief for us sec4 express unitians&lt;br /&gt;throughout the week, i kinda kept to myself most of the time&lt;br /&gt;early morning rituals of listening to some nasyid&lt;br /&gt;errm, i don't really know how to explain this type of music&lt;br /&gt;but it basically keeps me calm, so my mind would be free from unnecessary thoughts during the exam&lt;br /&gt;usually went straight home after the papers&lt;br /&gt;and probably the only girl i talked to was xinying&lt;br /&gt;and that was merely a few sentences on some of the days&lt;br /&gt;call me sexist, call me anti-social&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, that was what happened&lt;br /&gt;kinda creepy though, yet nothing to worry about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty much a good day&lt;br /&gt;played floorball to get rid of all the stress 'residues'&lt;br /&gt;then, went out for a moment, tried to find something for ibu for her birthday&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;well, at least d cake was bought, by sis&lt;br /&gt;dinner at around 8+, as usual&lt;br /&gt;had a whopping feast&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti, roasted chicken, keropok lekor which my eldest sis bought from terengganu&lt;br /&gt;the strawberry ice-cream cake&lt;br /&gt;tummy filled to the brim, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was pretty much my day&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday ibu!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all that you've ever done for the family&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;and also, happy birthday mally's mom!&lt;br /&gt;(mally's mom, has got it goin on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is finished right on midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3681498367768652682?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3681498367768652682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3681498367768652682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead??'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6251670653190991048</id><published>2009-07-11T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:33:45.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn... another gun is pointed at my face...</title><content type='html'>school life's getting a little more miserable these days&lt;br /&gt;the pressure that is exerted on me is getting a little out of hand&lt;br /&gt;teacher's are getting much more unreasonable these days&lt;br /&gt;well, they've always been this way&lt;br /&gt;work's piling up and my ass won't stay on my chair for long&lt;br /&gt;the chair isn't that comfortable anyway&lt;br /&gt;worksheets being propelled into the face of our tables&lt;br /&gt;marker ink jets out of its cartidge and onto the whiteboard on the side,&lt;br /&gt;exposing a series of numbers and alphabets which instantly weakens our defence&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, we half-heartedly fight back with our pens, foolscap papers and a whole lotta brain juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we can say "this is life"&lt;br /&gt;or we can say "fuck life"&lt;br /&gt;or we can lambaste the teachers and singapore's education system&lt;br /&gt;but it's not gonna change anything&lt;br /&gt;what matters is whether we can last till they cease fire at the end of the 'o' levels&lt;br /&gt;and then we're gonna face another breed of soldiers the next year, and so on&lt;br /&gt;everyone's got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;and for us singaporean students, it's a road war&lt;br /&gt;whoever gets shot gets left behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6251670653190991048?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6251670653190991048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6251670653190991048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-another-gun-points-at-my-face.html' title='Damn... another gun is pointed at my face...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-9130979505202695007</id><published>2009-06-28T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:16:56.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's wrong. It's what i wanted. Well, no regrets then.</title><content type='html'>well, talk about wrong timing...&lt;br /&gt;went shopping just now, when most of my work is still left undone&lt;br /&gt;also spent pretty much all the money i had&lt;br /&gt;well, it was probably the only time possible, so i had to risk everything else for this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to novena with bro&lt;br /&gt;bought an adidas jacket for $61&lt;br /&gt;finally got what i wanted, and needed&lt;br /&gt;then headed to orchard, to far east plaza&lt;br /&gt;bro bought two tees, one for $24, another for $25&lt;br /&gt;i bought one Threadless(brand name) tee at $25, which was necessary to fill my closet as i'm experiencing a wardrobe malfunction&lt;br /&gt;bro persuaded me to buy because he said that even if i finished my money, i'd be satisfied with what i'm doing with the money&lt;br /&gt;which was pretty much true&lt;br /&gt;no regrets buying it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now i'm losing time&lt;br /&gt;got a hell lotta work to do, not enough time&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's my choice after all, so i'm gonna face my own consequences&lt;br /&gt;no more going out for you, boy&lt;br /&gt;focus, focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time we don't have, but has been given"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-9130979505202695007?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9130979505202695007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9130979505202695007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-wrong-its-what-i-wanted-well-no.html' title='It&apos;s wrong. It&apos;s what i wanted. Well, no regrets then.'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2669150054129440171</id><published>2009-06-18T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:18:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly better...</title><content type='html'>was at my uncle's house in johor from sunday to tuesday&lt;br /&gt;well, this time, i had a bit more fun than usual&lt;br /&gt;at least there was something to do this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;reached there at around 11am&lt;br /&gt;breakfast, ate 3 and a half pieces of prata which was way bigger (and cheaper) than what you can usually find&lt;br /&gt;took a nap, then headed to the nearest 7-11 store&lt;br /&gt;actually, i did nothing much on this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;had bbq at night&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stuff in much, i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;this day was much more fun&lt;br /&gt;went to the river at gunung berlumut&lt;br /&gt;a long 2+ hour ride&lt;br /&gt;the place was actually closed, yet people are still allowed to go in&lt;br /&gt;it's because the contractors fled and abandoned their renovation project&lt;br /&gt;and it's been 1 and a half years&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to the river&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FREEZING COLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;yet it was pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;threw some pebbles, and mine skipped 4 times!&lt;br /&gt;hehe, kampung boy&lt;br /&gt;baby ammar was also enjoying himself&lt;br /&gt;(he's my cousin's son, which makes him...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad's it called...)&lt;br /&gt;no pics of d cute lil' him, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;so, left the river shivvverrring, change clothes, went off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were heading to restoran my friend&lt;br /&gt;everytime i heard my father say that name, i kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;"my father has a friend who owns a restaurant here??"&lt;br /&gt;"who's this friend??"&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived, i laughed hysterically&lt;br /&gt;standing proudly on a pole, the board bears the name in neon pink and blue,&lt;br /&gt;'RESTORAN MY FRIEND'&lt;br /&gt;WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;had a hefty dinner&lt;br /&gt;tom yam, sambal stingray, tofu in oyster sauce, sambal squid, kangkong (though i hate veggies, i find this quite irresistable, and delicious as well)&lt;br /&gt;at night, headed to kip mart, adults did a last minute shopping&lt;br /&gt;when we left, i realized everyone hadn't stocked up on bubble/chewing gum supply&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;headed back home at around 11, reached home around 12.30&lt;br /&gt;slept, slacked the rest of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed gym session today&lt;br /&gt;excuses:&lt;br /&gt;-woke up late&lt;br /&gt;-no one to tag along with&lt;br /&gt;-was feeling a bit sick in the morning&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2669150054129440171?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2669150054129440171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2669150054129440171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/slightly-better.html' title='Slightly better...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6436172697649135352</id><published>2009-06-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:32:34.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices by Saosin</title><content type='html'>I miss the part, when we were moving forward now&lt;br /&gt;(On our way down)&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday, I'll be something more than love&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;(Through the clouds)&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing parts, now that you've told me everything&lt;br /&gt;(On our way down)&lt;br /&gt;And I was blessed and I've forgotten how to love&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;(Through the clouds)&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even I will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We say these things to know they're real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the one's we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know they're real. Real.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6436172697649135352?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6436172697649135352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6436172697649135352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices-by-saosin.html' title='Voices by Saosin'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3303435598394585383</id><published>2009-06-11T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:00:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then, a hyena. Now, a lone wolf.</title><content type='html'>went to the gym with thahir this morning&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i reached late&lt;br /&gt;did my normal routine, except for running on d treadmill&lt;br /&gt;replaced it with cycling instead&lt;br /&gt;cuitian came soon after&lt;br /&gt;her presence and cheeky smile kinda made it harder for me to push myself&lt;br /&gt;thahir on the other hand, kept doing bicep curls&lt;br /&gt;and then there was that gym girl again:D&lt;br /&gt;this time, she wasn't sitting down at the counter&lt;br /&gt;instead, she turned up in a black adidas tee n the standard fbt shorts for girls, along with a friend&lt;br /&gt;and i juz realised that she wore specs&lt;br /&gt;hahax, so cute! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;woah woah woah, i seem like a stalker&lt;br /&gt;ah, i remember the day she smiled at me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, heading to the gym is a lot less fun&lt;br /&gt;i've lost much of my will to look as good as ______(fill in any names of guys with hot bods)&lt;br /&gt;my willingness to wake up early in the morning have gone to rest&lt;br /&gt;things no longer look as good as they used to be in the gym&lt;br /&gt;gone were the days that the three musketeers/bujang lapok/do re mi set off to the gym weekly without fail&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, there would be more company, such as cuitian or some of my other classmates&lt;br /&gt;the days where i was always the weakest one, yet it never deterred me to get stronger&lt;br /&gt;the days whereby equalling faiz's biceps and irwan's chest was a goal in life&lt;br /&gt;the times where we would smack each other with our towels in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;the times where i would say "eh, cute ah" upon seeing the girl on the wall after every gym session&lt;br /&gt;these days, irwan does his thing with his dumbbells at home, while faiz is pretty much occupied with his obligations to his silat team, his injuries and all&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i'm pretty much a one-man army running his own mission by his own means&lt;br /&gt;well, no one's to blame for this&lt;br /&gt;i've got no control over anyone's lives except mine&lt;br /&gt;yet again, this is a sad truth for me&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just have to get stronger for myself, by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmm...now what about my studies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chances thrown&lt;br /&gt;nothing's free&lt;br /&gt;longing for what used to be&lt;br /&gt;still it's hard&lt;br /&gt;hard to see&lt;br /&gt;fragile lives, shattered dreams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3303435598394585383?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3303435598394585383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3303435598394585383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/then-hyena-now-lone-wolf.html' title='Then, a hyena. Now, a lone wolf.'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6055256165316993617</id><published>2009-06-09T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:26:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four hours</title><content type='html'>a group of 8, a perfect mix of boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;awkwardly surrounded by the sight of people dining, cleaners and fishes floating above our heads&lt;br /&gt;a simple request by a friend turned to a life lesson learned for all&lt;br /&gt;a mere conversation in such an environment that can never be deemed as a conducive place to open up about life matters, managed to cause tears to well up in the eyes of the ever soft-hearted girls&lt;br /&gt;(one and half packet of tissue gone due to the wasteful manner of using each sheet)&lt;br /&gt;as for the hard-faced boys&lt;br /&gt;it was a matter of whether their strong will prevented them from crying&lt;br /&gt;or it was simply because the tears had been dried up by history&lt;br /&gt;as the dearest, innocent little one rests her head on the table,&lt;br /&gt;she allowed her ears to seep in every word said&lt;br /&gt;perfectly hiding behind everyone's oblivion&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for banging the table countless of times that u had to move away from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the short meeting among nature's inhabitants produced some distinguishable moments&lt;br /&gt;the ever happy and outgoing bee couldn't bear the pain of it's own sting&lt;br /&gt;but time allowed it to recover, slowly, but surely&lt;br /&gt;the giant sequoia tree withered its leaves, yet it manages to grow its leaves once more in a matter of seconds&lt;br /&gt;the smiling sun was overshadowed by purple clouds which rained as soon as they were formed&lt;br /&gt;in spite of that, the sun manages to shine again, much like the way everyone preferred&lt;br /&gt;finally, the elegant flower opens its petals&lt;br /&gt;to everyone's horror, it reveals a sight of disgust, one that is kept hidden so long that it was beyond anything anyone would expect&lt;br /&gt;yet, it never lost its respect&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the flower became one to look up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presumptions, perceptions, all mentioned after a day's work&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to mend each others' flaw&lt;br /&gt;a new hope, a new appreciation, a new resolution to strive for&lt;br /&gt;all in a matter of four hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all right!&lt;br /&gt;this is from our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;sincerity over simple chords&lt;br /&gt;we've made some mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;we've made some mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but it's a long time coming when you've given it everything"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6055256165316993617?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6055256165316993617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6055256165316993617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-hours.html' title='Four hours'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1847720611648106119</id><published>2009-06-07T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:57:28.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The star fell from the sky, towards... me.</title><content type='html'>Unity Sec 10th Year Anniversary Fun Fair&lt;br /&gt;went horribly wrong for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, let me just talk about the haunted hospital thing&lt;br /&gt;i feel very bad for leaving the class throughout most of the fun fair&lt;br /&gt;i was more caught up with my street soccer game and that horrendous performance&lt;br /&gt;and i am truly sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;well, i have to say i am glad that the hospital thingy turned out quite well&lt;br /&gt;though there's always some faggots who just can't stop ruining the game for others&lt;br /&gt;the class got truly fucked up about this problem, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;and to our dearest Mrs Chan&lt;br /&gt;you told me that you did not want it to be too scary for you&lt;br /&gt;when you entered, you yapped your way out of fear&lt;br /&gt;and when it didn't turn out scary for you&lt;br /&gt;you dare ask for a refund!!! even your daughter agreed with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;what a great role model to us students, and to your child as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, the street soccer competition&lt;br /&gt;though we won the first two games, my performance in every game sucked&lt;br /&gt;stumbling became all too common, couldn't even dribble the ball well&lt;br /&gt;moreover, we should have made it in the semi finals already&lt;br /&gt;if not for the poor management of the competition&lt;br /&gt;teams entered last minute, some teams re-entered even after they lost&lt;br /&gt;everything went haywire there&lt;br /&gt;despite our 1-0 loss in the third game, it was good to see that we were all smiles&lt;br /&gt;that loss meant that the team (me, hafiz, nicholas and faris) will no longer have to think about the competition anymore, and be more focused on the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, the stage performance&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;the long-awaited moment turned out to be a bloody disaster&lt;br /&gt;haziq's guitar somehow died, had to borrow clare's guitar&lt;br /&gt;haziq's strumming could hardly be heard, while mubin's guitar overpowered everything else&lt;br /&gt;irwan's attempt to keep the crowd alive was utterly useless&lt;br /&gt;his singing was not in sync with the music&lt;br /&gt;the songs were played so slowly&lt;br /&gt;we've got the hopeless crew and the bullshit sound system to blame&lt;br /&gt;during rehearsals, one guy showed up, knew about our problem, promised to settle it the next day&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a new line up appeared, that previous guy was nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;nothing could be fixed&lt;br /&gt;despite that, the band itself was also to be blamed&lt;br /&gt;what's with the sour faces on stage??!!&lt;br /&gt;we are performers, we can't just sulk because something did not go as planned&lt;br /&gt;save it till we leave the stage, what's so hard about that?!&lt;br /&gt;even jesslyn agreed with this&lt;br /&gt;the perpetual lack of confidence was still present&lt;br /&gt;and irwan, please, please understand&lt;br /&gt;if we already suck, get off the damn stage!!!&lt;br /&gt;your lame jokes are just another hopeless redemption&lt;br /&gt;because of all this, we're now everybody's fool&lt;br /&gt;half the crowd was gone after our performance&lt;br /&gt;great job gang!!!&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of effort&lt;br /&gt;a waste of my saliva trying to lift your spirits&lt;br /&gt;a waste of money spent on jamming,&lt;br /&gt;a worthless attempt trying to put our songs into perfection&lt;br /&gt;eyes on corona?&lt;br /&gt;more like staring dead at the eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that was pretty much how the event went for me&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, this day came only on the 10th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;who knows, maybe in another 10 years, someone's gonna repeat history&lt;br /&gt;let's just wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1847720611648106119?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1847720611648106119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1847720611648106119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-fell-from-sky-towards-me.html' title='The star fell from the sky, towards... me.'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2285562184634745565</id><published>2009-05-23T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:06:02.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving forward, but where's 'up'?</title><content type='html'>hmm, quite some time since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, i'm running out of fuel&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing the drive to excel in my Malay Language&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty is gaining up on me&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer confident in answering questions&lt;br /&gt;i mean, when doing papers&lt;br /&gt;my vocab is getting worse&lt;br /&gt;it's getting harder to translate from English to Malay&lt;br /&gt;i am getting lazier in doing my Malay homework&lt;br /&gt;i got poor results for my mock test (45/70)&lt;br /&gt;and the best part&lt;br /&gt;'O' LEVELS IS JUST A FEW DAYS AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;c'mon kiddo&lt;br /&gt;u can't afford to lose yourself at a time like this&lt;br /&gt;just one last push dude&lt;br /&gt;when it's done, u can enjoy&lt;br /&gt;though it's only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i may be feeling a little friendlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why, but i'm loosening my fist&lt;br /&gt;i have some mixed feelings about this&lt;br /&gt;it is a good sign, but i can't let my guard down&lt;br /&gt;need too stay cautious&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford to befriend an enemy...&lt;br /&gt;...or am i just another victim of paranoia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i got abandoned by mubin!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEAN!!! u left ur good ol' pal for a girl who isn't attractive to you???!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was really convinced that you've forgotten about your flirting habits&lt;br /&gt;but i was dumbfounded&lt;br /&gt;fortunately for you, i can forgive my friends&lt;br /&gt;it's understood that we can't run away from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;no man is regarded as perfect&lt;br /&gt;but one can always make up for it by changing and not repeating their mistakes&lt;br /&gt;you've once asked me why girls tend to avoid talking to you these days&lt;br /&gt;my question to you: have you not changed yourself?&lt;br /&gt;answer this, and you'd have answered your own&lt;br /&gt;oh, and thanks abi, azri and kaixin for your concern, for standing up for me&lt;br /&gt;but please don't overreact again, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think that's it&lt;br /&gt;there might be some things that i'm just keeping for myself&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just share with a few people&lt;br /&gt;because i don't think it's necessary&lt;br /&gt;moreover, my sister reads my blog, so that means i'm losing a little privacy here&lt;br /&gt;(hi sis!)&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2285562184634745565?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2285562184634745565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2285562184634745565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-moving-forward-but-wheres-up.html' title='I&apos;m moving forward, but where&apos;s &apos;up&apos;?'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6393615071585012384</id><published>2009-05-09T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:01:37.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of one, death of another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; MP3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;REVIVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, after the fall, it was only the battery that died&lt;br /&gt;no idea how, but that's how it was&lt;br /&gt;yeah, silly me. i know.&lt;br /&gt;wasted a whole week dissecting half of my mp3, inspecting it&lt;br /&gt;when the real problem had always been staring in my face&lt;br /&gt;well, life lesson learnt: always look at the big picture before it's details&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally got my music back&lt;br /&gt;no more listening to the lifeless sounds of seven in the morning&lt;br /&gt;welcome back 1/4 of my life&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'll be questioning myself once more&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to get a phone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6393615071585012384?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6393615071585012384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6393615071585012384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/revival-of-one-death-of-another.html' title='Revival of one, death of another'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4165188291627286864</id><published>2009-05-02T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:55:11.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cloud didn't hover over me, yet it rained...</title><content type='html'>yesterday, my day started off badly&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure whether i wanted to go for the 1/4-of-the-class picnic at botanic gardens&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;yet, i decided to go&lt;br /&gt;so, packed my barang2, headed to the mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the mosque...&lt;br /&gt;since i reached quite late, i was sitting under the scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;while the man beside me was sheltered&lt;br /&gt;so my whole body(yes, whole body) was left sweating&lt;br /&gt;my arms were wet, i felt sweat flowing down my face, my back&lt;br /&gt;so after prayers, had to went back home&lt;br /&gt;changed into another top&lt;br /&gt;(i realised that the inner shirt i was wearing was soaked in sweat)&lt;br /&gt;just as soon as i left home, something very, very terrible happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DROPPED MY MP3!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two-year-old mp3 was busted&lt;br /&gt;now, 1/4 of my life is gone&lt;br /&gt;so, i headed to the gardens all alone, dejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with gabriel and azri at the place, went to search for the others&lt;br /&gt;due to our poor sense of direction, we walked around half of the area in search of them&lt;br /&gt;soon, we met up with them, thanks to the use of azri's hp&lt;br /&gt;(remember guys, u got hp, use it well)&lt;br /&gt;and also the fact that andy was dressed up like a boss&lt;br /&gt;so, the peeps present were me, azri, gab, yel, kian hwee, andy, clare, xinying, kaixin, eugene&lt;br /&gt;yes, eugene kua. i myself did not expect it but yeah, he came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, played twister&lt;br /&gt;the game was certainly not for those who intend to be a virgin for life&lt;br /&gt;we did all sorts of move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;and everyone wants each other to pose unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;even the girls were horny!!! and andy too!!!&lt;br /&gt;the first game already got me sweating, and my legs were all wobbly&lt;br /&gt;rested for a while, then played monkey with a volleyball after kian hwee left&lt;br /&gt;soon after, the girls played another game of twister&lt;br /&gt;since we guys kinda got them tangled and in all the wrong postures&lt;br /&gt;so, they did the same to the boys in our game&lt;br /&gt;started with me, azri, eugene and gabriel&lt;br /&gt;then, somewhere in the middle of the game, gab quit&lt;br /&gt;oi!!! got no balls ah?!&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, it was sudden death&lt;br /&gt;the 'outside' people juz positioned our body in all sorts of ways&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the game, eugene was flattened, half-dead&lt;br /&gt;azri was behind him, in an undesireable position&lt;br /&gt;i was across them, kind of hugging eugene&lt;br /&gt;you horny people!!!&lt;br /&gt;rested, then left the place&lt;br /&gt;and eugene realised he had shed off a few pounds as his pants were then loose&lt;br /&gt;kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we split up&lt;br /&gt;yel, kaixin, andy, eugene and myself headed to holland v&lt;br /&gt;it was probably my first time i think&lt;br /&gt;talked alot about being rich, house, future&lt;br /&gt;pretty much our perceptions of each other&lt;br /&gt;a few moments later, xinying, azri, clare and gab met up with us&lt;br /&gt;their plans to watch x-men was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;so, we ate, talked, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;then made our way home&lt;br /&gt;met two drunkards (i believe it stands for "drunk bastards") who puked at a bus stop&lt;br /&gt;they were lying on the bench, asleep probably, thankfully as well&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with these kind of people??!!&lt;br /&gt;for what sake do you drink?!&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy?! what do you enjoy when you live your life subconsciously?!&lt;br /&gt;you puke all over the place, with your rotten, putrid flesh lying around&lt;br /&gt;driving all the other people mad&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE!!! or might as well die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, overall, my day wasn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;at least 1/4 of the class helped to brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;well, now, i shall lead my life in misery&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my daily dose of music&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my darling mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my piece of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4165188291627286864?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4165188291627286864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4165188291627286864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloud-didnt-hover-over-me-yet-it-rained.html' title='The cloud didn&apos;t hover over me, yet it rained...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-783756100572962720</id><published>2009-04-19T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:57:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not about what makes a 'you', all that matters is what will become of you</title><content type='html'>another recap on life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, stayed in class after aep&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to finish doing my corrections for my e.maths papers&lt;br /&gt;copying is such a bothersome work&lt;br /&gt;blasted music in class throughout my work&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, the only peeps left were me, irwan, faiz, abi, kaixin and xinying&lt;br /&gt;crapped about a whole lotta stuff&lt;br /&gt;but what xinying said to me kinda got me wondering&lt;br /&gt;she said that my missing tooth is what makes me an 'Amirul'&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't seem to like the thought of me having braces or perfect-looking teeth&lt;br /&gt;well, i explained to her that i if i did not do anything about it, it will affect my speech&lt;br /&gt;and i won't look very presentable, especially if i were to find a job in the future&lt;br /&gt;then, i recalled what the missing tooth meant to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a scar&lt;br /&gt;a retribution for my sins, for the past mistakes that i have done&lt;br /&gt;a mark that proves i wasn't worthy of being given life&lt;br /&gt;with that mouth, i lied, i shouted, spat vulgarities, even to my mum when i was 10&lt;br /&gt;i was a sinner, a devil's puppet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i took the tumble, falling face first, i did not feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;because my heart was too cold to realise pain&lt;br /&gt;i raced to the toilet, looked at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;bared my teeth, and i could see a deep, dark hole&lt;br /&gt;i don't see myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the first pain i felt then was when gargling my mouth&lt;br /&gt;soon after, i took the bus home&lt;br /&gt;met my brother in the bus&lt;br /&gt;he too was freaked out by the sight of me&lt;br /&gt;blood and water smeared my uniform, i looked hideous&lt;br /&gt;he consoled me, regret started to cloud my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reached home, i kissed my mum's hand&lt;br /&gt;i broke her heart once more&lt;br /&gt;she'd never thought i'd return home different&lt;br /&gt;right on the eve of hari raya, the day of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;her worries spiked through my heart, i was a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take a bath&lt;br /&gt;turned on the shower, water landed on my head forcefully&lt;br /&gt;knocking some sense into my mentally-abused head&lt;br /&gt;then, i took a nap on my bed&lt;br /&gt;as i laid my head to rest, i recalled all my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;how could i be so stupid? what have i done throughout my life?&lt;br /&gt;i cried, i cried hard&lt;br /&gt;i spent the afternoon in bed, weeping, drowning in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;that was the last time i cried in sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is certain that if i remain like this, with this hole&lt;br /&gt;i would be telling myself that i still haven't made a change for the better&lt;br /&gt;that i still haven't learn my lesson&lt;br /&gt;i would still be a convict of my own crimes&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i would like to correct my teeth&lt;br /&gt;as a sign of forgiveness, to myself, to others&lt;br /&gt;i want to start anew, and leave behind the old, worthless me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-783756100572962720?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/783756100572962720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/783756100572962720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-not-about-what-makes-you-all-that.html' title='It is not about what makes a &apos;you&apos;, all that matters is what will become of you'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3781386681183419210</id><published>2009-04-11T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:21:45.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers are like water. Friendship is a river. Life is a water cycle.</title><content type='html'>back here once more to update on life&lt;br /&gt;because of demands, of course&lt;br /&gt;16 march doesn't seem that long ago, you know&lt;br /&gt;because time moves so fast these days&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is what happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, woke up at 10+&lt;br /&gt;feels like saturday&lt;br /&gt;but it's only a friday!&lt;br /&gt;went to prayers, was sweating heavily&lt;br /&gt;soon after, rushed to mrt station to meet bro&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, met the class first&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, only a handful turned up&lt;br /&gt;left off first with bro to city hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached city hall, headed to long john silver's first&lt;br /&gt;for once, he treated me to food! hehe&lt;br /&gt;because i think most of the time, i'm the one who bought for him stuff&lt;br /&gt;or bought the stuff that we share&lt;br /&gt;anyway, makan makan&lt;br /&gt;accidentally filled my tummy to the brim&lt;br /&gt;headed to bras basah&lt;br /&gt;fortunately i brought an umbrella, because the rain was kinda heavy&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at art-friend, bro bought some acrylic paints and paintbrushes&lt;br /&gt;i bought nothing.&lt;br /&gt;went to swee lee next&lt;br /&gt;toured around the shop as usual, target a few guitars&lt;br /&gt;bro picked up a guitar cable cuz ours were condemned&lt;br /&gt;then entered this room filled with music books, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;explored around the room, whereby only the cashier was present and no one else&lt;br /&gt;then, bro paid for the cable and some guitar picks&lt;br /&gt;i bought for myself a lucky-thirteen pick! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went off to orchard, bro to work at novena&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the fellow peeps at botanic garden&lt;br /&gt;hehe, picnic, in the rain&lt;br /&gt;we were ill-fortunate, helpless, yet we didn't care!&lt;br /&gt;met them, then played the "bom chi chi" game thingy&lt;br /&gt;which i had no idea how to play, but it looks kinda unique, like a dance&lt;br /&gt;then makan a bit, fooled around with truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;but we kinda parted quite fast, or maybe i was just too late&lt;br /&gt;ok, skip a few chapters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, at night, at orchard, the ones left behind were me, andy, kaixin and cuitian&lt;br /&gt;a very unlikely quad&lt;br /&gt;did a little planning somewhere by the side of house of condom&lt;br /&gt;wasn't i right andy? everyone will certainly take a look at shops like that&lt;br /&gt;and the littlest thing that they'll do is shift their eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the shop&lt;br /&gt;actually, that was what i learnt from ilham&lt;br /&gt;and cuitian was caught doing so, hehe&lt;br /&gt;travelled by foot all the way to dhoby ghaut mrt&lt;br /&gt;i was banging into andy throughout the journey, who was happily singing about bras basah&lt;br /&gt;which i had no idea why&lt;br /&gt;well, that is mr.oh-so-random-andy to you&lt;br /&gt;made a few stops along the way, adjusting my socks, checking on my bleeding finger, received 'magic bottles'&lt;br /&gt;talked about possibly the most random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mrt, me, andy and kaixin were chatting about our future basically&lt;br /&gt;education paths, future life, travelling, friendship&lt;br /&gt;learnt a few things about andy and kaixin&lt;br /&gt;the conversation was, well, heartening, yet heartbreaking at the same time&lt;br /&gt;especially when looking at the dark night outside, with some lights and a few stars&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i believe the stars might represent us&lt;br /&gt;when they're together, they'll form constellations, like friends, which is such a beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;even so, for all we know, each of them stands alone&lt;br /&gt;they will shine only for themselves&lt;br /&gt;and when they die, they will be forgotten, as always&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess kaixin's right&lt;br /&gt;friendship is such a pathetic thing&lt;br /&gt;all we do is make empty promises, hopeless wishes, and it will all go to waste&lt;br /&gt;yet, we yearn for more&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because we humans are capable of believing&lt;br /&gt;and we are free to make choices&lt;br /&gt;thus, that is what keeps us going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's a matter of your choice&lt;br /&gt;whether you would want to believe in the pitiful facts of life, much like a pessimist&lt;br /&gt;or believe in hopes and dreams, and lead your life as an optimist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeC0AU5od5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/C9maO_56jNk/s1600-h/51.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeC0AU5od5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/C9maO_56jNk/s200/51.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323452677255362450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeC0AI_yATI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lQE1hHK7fnc/s1600-h/161.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeC0AI_yATI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lQE1hHK7fnc/s200/161.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323452674059927858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeCz_5ma3KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1kpUEaIKNm4/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeCz_5ma3KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1kpUEaIKNm4/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323452669927021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3781386681183419210?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3781386681183419210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3781386681183419210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/04/brothers-are-like-water-friendship-is.html' title='Brothers are like water. Friendship is a river. Life is a water cycle.'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SeC0AU5od5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/C9maO_56jNk/s72-c/51.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5317669997717748211</id><published>2009-03-16T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:09:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No faces, only masks (and all that matters is believing)</title><content type='html'>it has never been a surprise that someone describes the world as cold, cruel, bitter and so on&lt;br /&gt;because the world has always been that way, and it will never change&lt;br /&gt;for there is a spot of darkness present in every heart&lt;br /&gt;causing every life to be marred and scarred with time&lt;br /&gt;causing fear to take control of the body&lt;br /&gt;in turn, causes people to drug themselves with lies, fake smiles and catching flies&lt;br /&gt;making them unaware of their ever-masochistic behaviour&lt;br /&gt;which i believe proves to be a futile effort at reviving hopes&lt;br /&gt;because time never heals, it only kills, including itself&lt;br /&gt;yet still, it is always amazing to see the drug in action&lt;br /&gt;for the good, the bad, the unreal&lt;br /&gt;convincing every man to think that their life is oh-so-beautiful&lt;br /&gt;telling them to do the best they can in life&lt;br /&gt;when they can't even define it&lt;br /&gt;such a pity that these facts apply to everyone, including myself&lt;br /&gt;no wonder life seems so short...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5317669997717748211?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5317669997717748211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5317669997717748211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-faces-only-masks-and-all-that.html' title='No faces, only masks (and all that matters is believing)'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-588703969558224048</id><published>2009-02-06T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:35:38.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which road did i travel?</title><content type='html'>guys, i managed to overcome my dilemma&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up buying a pair of earphones&lt;br /&gt;but it's not skullcandy, it's CrossRoads&lt;br /&gt;haven't heard of it? not to worry&lt;br /&gt;i only heard of it when i started becoming some sort of budding audiophile&lt;br /&gt;the model is MylarOne Bijou 2 (what a cute name...)&lt;br /&gt;bought it for $70 at an audiophile hideout, hehe&lt;br /&gt;and it came bundled with a pair of amplifiers&lt;br /&gt;(earphone connect to ---&gt;amp---&gt;hp/mp3)&lt;br /&gt;it kinda pumps up the volume, and sound quality&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this pair of earphones managed to burst my eardrums&lt;br /&gt;the bass is, well, i dunno what to say&lt;br /&gt;if i were at least 70, it might kill me in a matter of seconds&lt;br /&gt;truly astounding, heart-pounding too&lt;br /&gt;tried on killswitch engage's 'holy diver' (metal song, the usual 'my kinda stuff')&lt;br /&gt;almost got the juices out of me, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for bob, he bought an audio-technica&lt;br /&gt;aww, fuck the common sight!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...is audio-technica another fad waiting to be a disaster?&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;till then, do not bother me when i'm listening to my music&lt;br /&gt;because music is as important as breakfast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-588703969558224048?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/588703969558224048'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;i knelt down before it...&lt;br /&gt;[hey kid, shut your melodramatic shit!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let me get to the point&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a pair of skullcandy headphones&lt;br /&gt;ones that cost $80+&lt;br /&gt;yes, i can afford it, but then would mean spending all my money on it&lt;br /&gt;and my second option is, just get a pair of earphones,&lt;br /&gt;probably those under $50&lt;br /&gt;however, i've been waiting for more than half a year to get this baby (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;once, i couldn't sleep 'cuz the thoughts of owning it kept lingering in my head&lt;br /&gt;and now's my chance&lt;br /&gt;but still, should i lose myself to my own selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;(like what i did on many other occasions,&lt;br /&gt;such as the concert, and class camp, whereby i disappointed my parents)&lt;br /&gt;i know i should not walk the path that desire has led me to&lt;br /&gt;but if i don't get them soon,&lt;br /&gt;they might end up as another mainstream bullshit&lt;br /&gt;and regret not buying them when they're still not known to many&lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately, this time, i can't tell myself that "regret is not an option")&lt;br /&gt;someone help me pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;only your time and words will prove to be my salvation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1238367438202449733?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1238367438202449733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1238367438202449733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7948252948606597546</id><published>2009-01-16T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:51:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery for the miserable sons...</title><content type='html'>as they walk, their rotten feet lands on the ground&lt;br /&gt;a miasma hangs around their putrid flesh&lt;br /&gt;they reek as they speak&lt;br /&gt;everything is bland as they taste&lt;br /&gt;and as they reach out,&lt;br /&gt;they stain everything they touch&lt;br /&gt;for they have been poisoned out of their own stupidity&lt;br /&gt;they ended their dilemma with a suicidal plunge&lt;br /&gt;one that they won't see as they die&lt;br /&gt;for they think they're life's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, the bitch is their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you find a cure for your itch?&lt;br /&gt;the help that you seek?&lt;br /&gt;for my lips shall no longer speak&lt;br /&gt;and my arms shall no longer reach&lt;br /&gt;my tireless efforts have proven to be worthless&lt;br /&gt;as you shoved me aside with your caustic words&lt;br /&gt;you kept your eye on the devil&lt;br /&gt;wanting, waiting to fulfill your desire&lt;br /&gt;your addiction&lt;br /&gt;your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday, you'll tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;but all you see, is my back facing towards you&lt;br /&gt;all your cries will fall on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;so, if you still care,&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7948252948606597546?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7948252948606597546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7948252948606597546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2009/01/misery-for-miserable-sons.html' title='Misery for the miserable sons...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5586243864196513406</id><published>2008-12-31T21:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:02:31.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping over to CHAPTER FOUR</title><content type='html'>so, we're entering a new year&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i survived another year&lt;br /&gt;(once in a while i get terrified of death)&lt;br /&gt;well, life has been good this year&lt;br /&gt;hell lotta thrills and spills&lt;br /&gt;going through thick and thin with my class&lt;br /&gt;building new relationships, goin out with new maytes&lt;br /&gt;looking out for more people to hate, hehe&lt;br /&gt;growing each day&lt;br /&gt;physically, mentally, emotionally&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, i've forgotten a whole lot that had happened this year&lt;br /&gt;maybe i might remember if someone talks about them&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened, no regrets guys&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, entering a new year, we're gonna have a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;(in fact, each day is a new beginning)&lt;br /&gt;even so, i'm satisfied with the friends i have now&lt;br /&gt;damn... everytime the word 'friends' pop out,&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking about what's gonna happen when we part&lt;br /&gt;fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;so guys, let's make the time we have left for each other be worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since we're entering a new year, here are some of my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;-to work hard and achieve my targets in terms of education&lt;br /&gt;-be a stronger kid (in whatever possible ways)&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy another good year ahead of me with my fellow friends and family members&lt;br /&gt;-to save enough money and get either one of these items:&lt;br /&gt;[a new electric guitar]&lt;br /&gt;[a handphone] (okay, laugh all you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't know who made this all come true&lt;br /&gt;but now while you're here&lt;br /&gt;you just gotta do what you gotta do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is life&lt;br /&gt;what a fucked up thing we do&lt;br /&gt;what a nightmare come true&lt;br /&gt;or a playground if we choose&lt;br /&gt;and i choose..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5586243864196513406?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5586243864196513406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5586243864196513406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/flipping-over-to-chapter-four.html' title='Flipping over to CHAPTER FOUR'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-427246796142389516</id><published>2008-12-21T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:38:14.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;weekends are always great, no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;well, for this weekend, my family had to babysit Ammar&lt;br /&gt;fat and cute little, or big, baby&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to explain, but i'm somehow his uncle&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday, i didn't really give him as much attention&lt;br /&gt;sorry dude, i just don't know how to approach babies!&lt;br /&gt;but he will always look at me everytime i pass by him&lt;br /&gt;especially when i'm with my headphones&lt;br /&gt;and, errm, he farted at my leg!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrgghhh!!! my leg is intoxicated!!!&lt;br /&gt;during lunch, he crawled under the dining table, but couldn't get out, hahax!&lt;br /&gt;silly little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, he came again!&lt;br /&gt;but today, he came with another baby, a YAMAHA GUITAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! thanks Abang Fahmi for lending the guitar for the day&lt;br /&gt;dark green, 2nd hand, but still in perfect condition&lt;br /&gt;he bought it for $400, but it initially cost $600+&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this time, Ammar got more attention&lt;br /&gt;carried him around, fooled around&lt;br /&gt;the baby very manja, always want me to carry, hahax&lt;br /&gt;managed to make him sleep once when carrying him, hehe&lt;br /&gt;so, had some fun with both babies, hahax&lt;br /&gt;errm, so yeah, that kinda concludes my weekend&lt;br /&gt;well, due to the fact that i don't have a phone&lt;br /&gt;(hahax, i'm not as pampered as you guys! i know![optimistic opinion])&lt;br /&gt;pics are not uploaded&lt;br /&gt;actually, took pics with bro's phone, but he got no data cable nor an adaptor&lt;br /&gt;(kau ni, mangkuk lah...)&lt;br /&gt;so, let's start on homework!&lt;br /&gt;(i'm a hopeless douchebag, i know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shoe colour: black, with some white to make a 'snowy' effect. plus, purple laces. how's that for a spray painting experiment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-427246796142389516?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/427246796142389516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/427246796142389516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-babies.html' title='Two babies!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2033214740385857928</id><published>2008-12-19T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:57:43.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The class camp...</title><content type='html'>ok, just a lil post on the class camp&lt;br /&gt;even though it's kinda late, but who'd give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;sorry i came only on the 2nd and 3rd day&lt;br /&gt;had to sacrifice the 1st day for something important&lt;br /&gt;not only to me, but to my family&lt;br /&gt;well, that's life&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices must always be made&lt;br /&gt;the camp was, well, kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;although it wasn't really what i expected&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun, while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;damn, i missed d bbq n games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i realised a few things during the 2 days at camp&lt;br /&gt;one, my teacher ain't really a total b***h after all&lt;br /&gt;she's actually kind lah&lt;br /&gt;but maybe bcuz of maths,&lt;br /&gt;or the environment of the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;she turns out differently during lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two, a yellow topman shirt really brightens up your day&lt;br /&gt;whether rain or shine, you can still feel great!&lt;br /&gt;(and you think i look comical in a yellow tee?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three, my class can handle things really fast&lt;br /&gt;only that, it's a matter of choice&lt;br /&gt;thus, this proves our great teamwork and cooperation!&lt;br /&gt;kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four, midnight is the best time to exercise, topless&lt;br /&gt;you'll sweat, but you won't feel any heat&lt;br /&gt;you'll be able to last longer than in the day&lt;br /&gt;it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe this is silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotta thank the class for organising such a great camp&lt;br /&gt;even though i only saw half the class&lt;br /&gt;and ms chua for being bearable, for once&lt;br /&gt;and faiz for the little  bit of training (and soreness in my quadriceps)&lt;br /&gt;and maybe also the school, for allowing us to have this camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's get back to reality&lt;br /&gt;and do your homework, young man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2033214740385857928?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2033214740385857928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2033214740385857928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-camp.html' title='The class camp...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7465701691627627316</id><published>2008-12-09T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:56:14.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Haji</title><content type='html'>ok, so, a lil update on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;started off the day by going to the mosque, early in the day, prayed&lt;br /&gt;pity those who had to pray in the rain&lt;br /&gt;the rain stopped for a moment after my arrival&lt;br /&gt;but it rained again during the prayer&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned home,half wet (even though i had an umbrella)&lt;br /&gt;do final house cleaning&lt;br /&gt;then, at 12 noon, an accident happened at the road facing my house&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really serious, just a lil bump on each car&lt;br /&gt;the cars were (from front to back) silver, silver, red&lt;br /&gt;the formation was a --/-- kinda formation (each line represents a car)&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing was, it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the front car was driven by a Malay woman with his husband and child,&lt;br /&gt;followed by a young Chinese guy, and then, a botak Indian guy, arnd his 30s i think&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to bring all of us together!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fortunately there was no huge quarrel&lt;br /&gt;hahax, never thought i'd see a crash like that, and at a great time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, arnd 3+ i guess, first family came&lt;br /&gt;but i took a nap sometime between 4pm-5pm&lt;br /&gt;hehe, too tired&lt;br /&gt;then woke up, watched a Bon Jovi concert on tv, hehe&lt;br /&gt;yapyapyap&lt;br /&gt;day ends at 11+, all guests had left&lt;br /&gt;still quite a lot of food left, but nevermind&lt;br /&gt;i attended to that, hehe&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, i guess that's about it for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and it's such a pity that today, which is suppose to be my parent's anniversary&lt;br /&gt;well, my dad had to leave to taiwan&lt;br /&gt;haiz... hopefully the year won't get any worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read "the sandman" comics!!! they're awesome!!! (very mysterious, and confusing too, hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7465701691627627316?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7465701691627627316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7465701691627627316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-raya-haji.html' title='Hari Raya Haji'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5066775329726844688</id><published>2008-12-06T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:53:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>just taking some time to post some of d A7X concert pics i found, hehe&lt;br /&gt;i know it's quite long ago&lt;br /&gt;but hey, their precious, priceless memories&lt;br /&gt;after all, the best thing to spend on is on special occasions&lt;br /&gt;those that bring you special memories&lt;br /&gt;like this one! my first concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM9xq6AeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de4VUbA4m-I/s1600-h/crowd+wif+bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM9xq6AeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de4VUbA4m-I/s200/crowd+wif+bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276684906351165922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd... huge, and some, brutal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM9a0exwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kFAhUguxqfU/s1600-h/a7x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM9a0exwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kFAhUguxqfU/s200/a7x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276684900217308930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the beginning, cuz M.Shadows is still wearing his jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM-LCeF-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/QuWTdsXbk3k/s1600-h/m.shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM-LCeF-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/QuWTdsXbk3k/s200/m.shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276684913160886242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.Shadows(vocals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM-EMA2RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ATb4BmJtxc/s1600-h/syn+gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM-EMA2RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-ATb4BmJtxc/s200/syn+gates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276684911321864466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synyster Gates(lead guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqPqszwe9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/NP5eBwhQPMA/s1600-h/zv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqPqszwe9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/NP5eBwhQPMA/s200/zv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276687877163482066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky Vengeance(Guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM99RUh1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/FDsMTKFzXzs/s1600-h/johnny+christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM99RUh1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/FDsMTKFzXzs/s200/johnny+christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276684909465077586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ(bass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNH6nMe2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/SLkQwE38bqI/s1600-h/the+rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNH6nMe2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/SLkQwE38bqI/s200/the+rev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276685080550210402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev(drums)[he's wearing awesome headphones!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNH0N6xHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3ue7CCiP3ds/s1600-h/zv+and+syn+gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNH0N6xHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3ue7CCiP3ds/s200/zv+and+syn+gates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276685078833579122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhh... just like brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNIebhQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8NCF5cLKMqE/s1600-h/zv+and+syn+gates2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqNIebhQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8NCF5cLKMqE/s200/zv+and+syn+gates2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276685090164917106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one! simply fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you can ask me, "what's with those fancy-pansy names?"&lt;br /&gt;beats me! i've got no darn idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've truly forgotten that monday is Hari Raya Haji...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5066775329726844688?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5066775329726844688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5066775329726844688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/STqM9xq6AeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de4VUbA4m-I/s72-c/crowd+wif+bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5030153513640629052</id><published>2008-12-03T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:27.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The line of misery...</title><content type='html'>first up, my right eye&lt;br /&gt;initially, it was only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; on the inner part&lt;br /&gt;today, it's totally red&lt;br /&gt;and there's this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red bloodspot&lt;/span&gt; somewhere at the top&lt;br /&gt;and when i look from side to side, i realise that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; part of my eye (dunno what it's called) kinda like flaps open&lt;br /&gt;it's like there is an outer skin and it's loose&lt;br /&gt;it's irritating&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm in total fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I DON'T WANNA GO BLIND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, there is a huge possibility i'm gonna miss my class camp&lt;br /&gt;first, i had 2 persuade my dad 2 change the dates of his 2-day leave so that we will go to malaysia(uncle's house) on those days&lt;br /&gt;so, with that, i'll have a chance to go to camp, but arrive a little late&lt;br /&gt;but now, my dad suddenly needs to go to taiwan, and he can only make it on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;the camp days&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't want me to go to the camp cuz he claims it won't be fun if i don't follow&lt;br /&gt;(without me=no fun?)&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANNA GO FOR THE CAMP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS GODDAMN FRUSTRATING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if anyone can suggest something, i'd greatly appreciate it (if it works)&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of holidays if we don't enjoy it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5030153513640629052?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5030153513640629052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5030153513640629052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/12/line-of-misery.html' title='The line of misery...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-44374210415279569</id><published>2008-11-29T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:52:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it! i'm gonna buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the candy!!! with skulls!!! headphones!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;they're here~!!! but they're COSTLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL WORK HARD!!! I WILL!!! AND I WILL GET IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna go far, kid!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-44374210415279569?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/44374210415279569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/44374210415279569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/aaaaahhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5785418474986591350</id><published>2008-11-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:48:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do lah... it won't hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alright, since i'm bored, i'm gonna do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;as told by luqmaaaaan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The person who tagged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luqman Nur Hakim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends/suppose-to-be-bandmates-but-the-band-didnt-really-work-out-but-we're-still-together/farmer n goat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's one of the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's got a nice hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's surely as nerdy as me. look at the way he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a what-the-hell-do-i-care-about-others-i-do-what-i-want kinda guy. in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must be an emo...(sorry, just my first impressions of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Errmm... talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) The most memorable thing that he/she had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Errr... nothing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IF it happens... well... RUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) If he/she becomes your lover, he/she will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(maybe) He will say "will you maaaarry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait for him... attack only when necessary(like when you're about to get attacked). i'm sure this won't have to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stole his girl. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm... FOR him... this is hard... oh yeah. pass to him the Guitar Pro 5 software (if only i have a thumbdrive to fit it in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dude, you're downright silly. and i like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12) How you think people around you will feel about you?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, they'll think i'm a fucked up idiot! so nerdy! that's what i think. if you wanna know, ask the peeps, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13) The characteristics you love of yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to hate myself! (hate is my motivation to strive for success!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look down on myself. (i work for the better, not to maintain the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not perfect! hence, i'm just like all of you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think a lot about what i doubt others will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14) On the contrary, the characteristics you hate of yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got a poor memory...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got a broken tooth... (*BOOHOO!*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait... in fact... according to what was written earlier, i hate myself! so it must be everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15) The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16) For people who care for and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks a lot! i care for you and i like you too! even though i hate myself, but who gives a damn about that, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17) Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you. (actually, you can choose not to do if you want. i won't force you. anyway, some of these people might not have blogs, but i'll just fill in your name) (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafiz (Bob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alfi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafeeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azmee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;XinYing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18) Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;[Hafeeza] wait...what's his name... fhazrin? something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is no. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;[XinYing] Female. (man, what a great question...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;[Mubin&amp;amp;Hannah] Yeah, i guess. I'm sure they bear no grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;[HafizBob] Hacking into devices i guess. if not, then gothic literature. if not, he's not studying. he's just sleeping or slacking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)When is the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;[Faris] Just now! hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Azmee] He listens to anything nice to him regardless of genre. i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;[Faris] No way man! MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;[Mubin] HELL NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;[Alfi] Yes, and trying not to be, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;[Marilyn] Err...wait... is it Neo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What’s the hobby for no.4?&lt;br /&gt;[Alfi] Write stories with cheem words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;[Marilyn&amp;amp;XinYing] Yeah. like big sis n' lil sis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;[HafizBob] Unity Sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Say something casual about no.1:&lt;br /&gt;[Irwan] He's like a brother to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;[Azmee] Hell no... he's a guy, i'm no gay. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;[XinYing] Hahax! no idea at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What colour does no.3 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Faris] The latest is orange, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;[Marilyn&amp;amp;Irwan] Maybe not really the best of friends, but i guess they're still friends. and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;[Irwan] I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;[Mubin] Nope. not at all. the sexiest person should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;[Hannah] Praying goodnight? i heard she's a faithful christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's the end of this quiz&lt;br /&gt;let's just wait for a better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;wait, it's already past 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5785418474986591350?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5785418474986591350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5785418474986591350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-do-lah-it-wont-hurt.html' title='Just do lah... it won&apos;t hurt'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8595632590693126714</id><published>2008-11-27T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:49:23.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to becoming an IRONMAN!!!</title><content type='html'>ok, i'm kinda bored actually&lt;br /&gt;juz wanna jot this down as a reminder of those (people/events/things) who/which influenced me to get stronger&lt;br /&gt;me want muscle big big!&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm skinny and scrawny and i know you're gonna agree with me on this...&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and that ironman thing, i'm referring to the muscle2 men kinda ironman&lt;br /&gt;not the superhero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-big bro (damn, his arms are getting bigger by the day... too bad his tummy remains, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-family (you people have criticised me for far too long!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-mirror (stop showing me all that skin n' bones!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-faiz (just look at him! he's a volcano!!! all the lava flowing through his arms!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-irwan (founder of the wawasan, and one of those with the magic chest! no, boobs sounds better...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-mubin (another one with the magic boobs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Avenged Sevenfold (hell! look at their arms! no wonder the keep wearing sleeveless shirts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-humaira: "eh, amirul kurus eh..."(as told by hafiz during dance rehearsal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-yelicia: "eh, i can feel the bone at your shoulder. disgusting eh!" (during dance rehearsal... hell, this is by far the worst...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there are many others i left out&lt;br /&gt;cuz you know, me and my STM&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe this might help some of u guys out there who needs motivation&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll be working out to be a better me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i thought about a burning fire..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8595632590693126714?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8595632590693126714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8595632590693126714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-to-becoming-ironman.html' title='Road to becoming an IRONMAN!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4965649512481202821</id><published>2008-11-24T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:07:52.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few of them</title><content type='html'>haiz... i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;right now, currently sick&lt;br /&gt;anw, here are some of d pics from d camp&lt;br /&gt;you can get the rest at http://s456.photobucket.com/albums/qq281/interceptionseven/&lt;br /&gt;...man, i can still feel the wristband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDK4OCDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EoIqEcRwfCQ/s1600-h/DSCF0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDK4OCDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EoIqEcRwfCQ/s200/DSCF0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100167959579922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDghIS51I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CydkQdWNbMA/s1600-h/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDghIS51I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CydkQdWNbMA/s200/IMG_0432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100539718625106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDLlVQKeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uwKIZ7t0tSg/s1600-h/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDg2LuZOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K5SoOV1gaug/s200/IMG_0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100545370154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDK7crhsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s3t-hrcOH1E/s1600-h/DSCF0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDK7crhsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s3t-hrcOH1E/s200/DSCF0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100168826324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDKY5FeVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3IAjOSnEmws/s1600-h/DSC_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDKY5FeVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3IAjOSnEmws/s200/DSC_2473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100159550224722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDhOa0URI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h6uM2VMd8Ww/s1600-h/IMG_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDhOa0URI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h6uM2VMd8Ww/s200/IMG_0641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272100551875907858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4965649512481202821?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4965649512481202821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4965649512481202821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-few-of-them.html' title='Just a few of them'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SSpDK4OCDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EoIqEcRwfCQ/s72-c/DSCF0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5193568059206549674</id><published>2008-11-20T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:35:19.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My side of the story...</title><content type='html'>alright, this will be my story on the Student's Leadership Camp (SLC)...&lt;br /&gt;i assure you, this will be a long, detailed post...&lt;br /&gt;pics might be updated next time, after i get them from azmee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a slow start to d camp&lt;br /&gt;realised that there was only 3 sec4s in my group (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mac-Hine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;me, hazirah and marilyn&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind that&lt;br /&gt;ice breakers&lt;br /&gt;gave every1 their name tag and wristbands&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and it glows! (a little)&lt;br /&gt;attempted to bond with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;McMuffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only managed to play cling-cling with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to prepare for station games&lt;br /&gt;helped out with setting up the lanes on the field&lt;br /&gt;but it rained!&lt;br /&gt;end up having our 1st game in the sports hub&lt;br /&gt;took a long time to plan on the game with xiaofei and all&lt;br /&gt;managed to organise a race&lt;br /&gt;but before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AMIRAH!!! YOU ALMOST BLINDED ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes got filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;flour&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i panicked, asked some1 to blow away the flour (don't remember who)&lt;br /&gt;then went to wash my eye&lt;br /&gt;almost lost the right contact lens&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during the race, kinda dirtied the whole basketball court with flour&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;(seniors present... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that Alfi? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAAAAMMMNNN!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahax&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, you're not the hated, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, the lightning alarm thingy stopped&lt;br /&gt;so, had 2 plan activity on the field&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i became a messenger to xiaofei and hafizah&lt;br /&gt;headed from field to court again and again&lt;br /&gt;but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;got dirtied all over&lt;br /&gt;then, showered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, the nightwalk&lt;br /&gt;had a lot to talk about with hazirah&lt;br /&gt;pre-skool (same class), family, personal thoughts (not much about that though)&lt;br /&gt;only spotted by around 5 of our own group members&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to bed in the 'bunk' with irwan, azmee, zaki and hafiz&lt;br /&gt;hehe, far from the rest&lt;br /&gt;freezing cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning exercise&lt;br /&gt;then amazing race&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mac-Hine&lt;/span&gt; sure bonded quite well this time round&lt;br /&gt;i was well impressed&lt;br /&gt;however, everytime they ran, they neglected those who were injured&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, got this sort of reflection thing&lt;br /&gt;and a so-called 'voting session'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had telematch&lt;br /&gt;2 sec4 grps, 2 sec3 grps&lt;br /&gt;played a few games&lt;br /&gt;one of which we had to eat this mixed bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;noodles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;fruits,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;veggies,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;watery&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PUKE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought we had 'finished' our plate&lt;br /&gt;another one appeared!!!&lt;br /&gt;my second dig got me nauseous&lt;br /&gt;minwei!!! acip!!! you guys are outrageous!!!&lt;br /&gt;then played that caterpillar-chair-thingy&lt;br /&gt;we won! hahax&lt;br /&gt;siti was amazing (hey bean, i stood beside siti, hehe&lt;br /&gt;i took ur 'sister' away!)&lt;br /&gt;she could outstretch her legs like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;then, there was the drunken sailor game&lt;br /&gt;ran, twirled, managed to avoid flour that was thrown by yelicia&lt;br /&gt;too dizzy to notice how i dodged her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the night, had the gala night performances&lt;br /&gt;some of the groups performances was great&lt;br /&gt;some i couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind&lt;br /&gt;(i realised that the Power Rangers Wild Force theme song was like metal dude!!!)&lt;br /&gt;then, had to dance&lt;br /&gt;right in the front&lt;br /&gt;in the centre&lt;br /&gt;a slow dance at first for the HSM3 song&lt;br /&gt;not sure about the title, hahax&lt;br /&gt;but the situation wasn't really what i hoped for&lt;br /&gt;cuz' of the slightly noisy environment&lt;br /&gt;and everyone had their eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;next was the "all for one" from HSM2 i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREWED UP THE START!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax, me and yel then just twirled around somehow&lt;br /&gt;but managed to remember the other moves&lt;br /&gt;all of us sec4s got covered with sweat and smiles after that&lt;br /&gt;(i wonder how many kids got jealous when i danced with yel? hahahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the night, faris joined us in our 'bunk'&lt;br /&gt;joked around, laughed so hard i formed 8-packs!&lt;br /&gt;(exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;but the jokes were so hilarious we couldn't shut our eye (except zaki)&lt;br /&gt;faris was the main subject, hehe&lt;br /&gt;(hahax, tetek busok!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a morning hike&lt;br /&gt;and it rained after some time...&lt;br /&gt;soon caught up with group 8, dunno their name, hahax&lt;br /&gt;hafiz was happy he saw something &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low plunge, hahax&lt;br /&gt;then, d CCACs headed to AVA room&lt;br /&gt;nominations time&lt;br /&gt;for us sec4s, every post was the same, except UG I/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;FARIS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;(note that it is brown in colour, hahax)&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned and laughed my heads off when i heard his name&lt;br /&gt;we were just having a regular conversation, nothing really related to the nominations&lt;br /&gt;then, a little video on the camp&lt;br /&gt;soon after then, were were shoo-ed out of the school&lt;br /&gt;darn that stupid bird!!! (mr robin goh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope these memories will last forever&lt;br /&gt;it was simply the best camp i've had so far&lt;br /&gt;thrilled to bits, yet, hearts broken to pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from the bottom of my heart, i sincerely apologise to those whom i've hurt, neglected&lt;br /&gt;and to the girls whom i've accidentally touched the wrong part of your body!&lt;br /&gt;i'm truly sorry!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i forgot to thank marilyn for the nutella&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i guess no one realized that 2 bottles disappeared on the last day&lt;br /&gt;one for me, one for hafiz, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can still feel the wristband wrapped around my wrist&lt;br /&gt;i'm close to shedding tears&lt;br /&gt;but they won't spill&lt;br /&gt;for i see that there's more to life than just inches of memories..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5193568059206549674?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5193568059206549674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5193568059206549674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-side-of-story.html' title='My side of the story...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7778136135168164780</id><published>2008-11-15T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:25:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>imagine looking at a river in a valley&lt;br /&gt;it keeps on flowing&lt;br /&gt;just the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;it crashes onto the banks, the bed&lt;br /&gt;taking them on&lt;br /&gt;and bound to get dragged back&lt;br /&gt;will it flood the lands?&lt;br /&gt;if it does,&lt;br /&gt;all that matters before will no longer be&lt;br /&gt;missing out on all the remaining parts&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't,&lt;br /&gt;none of the things it faced will get left behind&lt;br /&gt;regardless of a heavy load,&lt;br /&gt;or a fine grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;it keep on flowing&lt;br /&gt;despite whatever it takes along with it&lt;br /&gt;till it reaches the sea&lt;br /&gt;where the sea takes the flow away peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, are the river&lt;br /&gt;your life is just like the flow&lt;br /&gt;the daily obstacles of life you encounter&lt;br /&gt;they slow you down, trying to take the best of you&lt;br /&gt;will you give up? take your life away?&lt;br /&gt;and forget about future... everything that usually matters...&lt;br /&gt;forget about attaining joy at the end of the road...&lt;br /&gt;or will you persevere? strive till your last breath?&lt;br /&gt;taking along with you&lt;br /&gt;all the sweet memories and bitter regrets&lt;br /&gt;only to know that despite all you've been through&lt;br /&gt;the story will end on a happy note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone faces the same challenge over and over again&lt;br /&gt;but the bigger challenge is making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;many have pulled through&lt;br /&gt;many others trying to pull through&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, some pulled out&lt;br /&gt;which one will you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i was perfect, then this would be easy&lt;br /&gt;either road plausible, or both i could drown..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7778136135168164780?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7778136135168164780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7778136135168164780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5391308009177025793</id><published>2008-10-29T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:31:31.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my stand...</title><content type='html'>well, this is a story during Deepavali at Tamil's house...&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BRIYANI WAS DELICIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was, hell's flames in heaven!!! (referring to d spicy chicken curry n sambal prawns)&lt;br /&gt;then, watched tv, there was the music awards show&lt;br /&gt;and the opening act was Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;the girls were like critics&lt;br /&gt;saying tt Steve Tyler was old, etc.&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!! Steve Tyler is one of the best!&lt;br /&gt;have u seen any other singers hitting high notes like he does?!&lt;br /&gt;have u seen any other singers opening their mouths wider than the head of their mic?!&lt;br /&gt;and i like his singing style!!&lt;br /&gt;anw, had to whisper to Irwan about it&lt;br /&gt;but even so, we juz took it easy&lt;br /&gt;well, it's better to have these girls talking trash than getting myself thrashed by their words&lt;br /&gt;(their words were spicier than the sambal prawns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess my class have to be more open to music&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i'll keep some of the doors shut&lt;br /&gt;bcuz some artists seriously do not know how to define 'music'&lt;br /&gt;and i think i still won't turn on the radio&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i'll turn it on occasionally&lt;br /&gt;why? bcuz in my opinion, the quality of mainstream music that is being played on local radio stations is simply getting worse&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it doesn't get any worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5391308009177025793?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5391308009177025793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5391308009177025793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-my-stand.html' title='Just my stand...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7260745845730340474</id><published>2008-10-27T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:56:56.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE NIGHT ONLY!!! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>*have you read the previous two posts?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i continue with my story, i need to tell you this...&lt;br /&gt;i still ended up behind Malay girls even after searching for hadi&lt;br /&gt;haiz... getting bored of the same old same...&lt;br /&gt;now, back to story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Unholy Confessions, dearest Mr. Syn Gates played a random solo&lt;br /&gt;a totally radical one!&lt;br /&gt;it was a build-up from a slow start, to a rapid ending&lt;br /&gt;a great mixture of tremolo picking, dive bombs and squealies&lt;br /&gt;(refer to wikipedia or something to find out what they mean)&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, saw Zacky by the side of the stage, talking to a stage crew while drinking his beer (glass bottle, not can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was another random song they played as a band&lt;br /&gt;except this time, it was more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;metal-lish&lt;/span&gt; and it was instrumental&lt;br /&gt;another hell of a random song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAT COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Matt started saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"he who makes a beast out of himself..."&lt;/span&gt;, everyone started screaming, knowing that it was Bat Country&lt;br /&gt;one of the best tracks as it made them famous&lt;br /&gt;they also won quite a handful of awards with this song&lt;br /&gt;jumped so freely to the song, felt like i was being lifted by an angel&lt;br /&gt;or maybe bats, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the song, Matt had a little chat with us fans&lt;br /&gt;and he asked, "So, is rock 'n roll bigger than hip-hop here in Singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMS!!!*&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah you're right, M. Shadows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUNSLINGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first song i knew about when A7X announced that they were gonna release a new album&lt;br /&gt;actually, it just has the nicest title, so that's why i remember it&lt;br /&gt;in this song, the intro, which sounded like some country singer's guitar, was actually Syn Gates guitar!&lt;br /&gt;and in this song, Zacky used his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;golden ZV&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;this is another one of the slow songs,&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, more jiwang-y (sentimental)&lt;br /&gt;Matt could change his voice pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;from a slow singing one to a sudden scream&lt;br /&gt;not like the screamo ones, i mean like the grungy voice (somewhere in the intro)&lt;br /&gt;surely i didn't jump on this song&lt;br /&gt;why would i jump on a sentimental rock song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST EASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"(Matt, on the ego-riser)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"(fans)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not insane!"&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!! a killer track on their self-titled album&lt;br /&gt;it was one of their singles, in fact, the first from that album&lt;br /&gt;Syn Gates really burnt his guitar with the stunning guitar licks (solos)&lt;br /&gt;even though it's already black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this song, Matt said "Thank you very much!", and they immediately left the stage&lt;br /&gt;everyone were shocked&lt;br /&gt;then, we all shouted "ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!"&lt;br /&gt;"WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!"&lt;br /&gt;soon, noticed a pair of bermudas heading towards the drumset&lt;br /&gt;heard some drums being played, kinda like the teaser which was played before the concert&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, an orchestra playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRAZILY SCREAMING*&lt;br /&gt;the longest track on their self-titled album&lt;br /&gt;and yet, the most addictive!&lt;br /&gt;Zacky now played using a silver ZV guitar&lt;br /&gt;(dude, you are one hell of a guitarist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"EAT IT! EAT IT! EAT IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Let's have a wedding! (have a wedding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Let's start the killing! (start the killing!)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the whole band laughed, lust like how it sounded on the album&lt;br /&gt;it was so freaky, so, devilish, so, awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;and what i realised was,somewhere at the end of the song, whereby there was this very deep-voice in a so-called solemnization, it was actually Zacky's voice&lt;br /&gt;he said it while facing to Matt, who said "yes, i do" in a very spooky, sly manner&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRGGGHHH!!! i love that song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the song ended, A7X thanked us once again, saying that we have been one of the best fans around&lt;br /&gt;(hell yeah we are!!!)&lt;br /&gt;then, they threw some picks and drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHH!!! throw only at the front!!!&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, at least i enjoyed the concert!&lt;br /&gt;then, they took their leave at 2210 hrs, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it was only a 1hr 10 min performance by A7X, the whole occasion was still worth the&lt;br /&gt;$78!!! (inclusive of that, fee)&lt;br /&gt;had a ball of a time!!!&lt;br /&gt;(i know, i got two, don't get so horny, will ya?!)&lt;br /&gt;now, some of the ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups:&lt;br /&gt;-stunning performance!!! thanks for the great belated b'day present A7X!!!&lt;br /&gt;-there were not really much matreps, mostly were just metalheads&lt;br /&gt;-i was filled with euphoria throughout the whole concert!!! in fact, i still feel it!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Matt called us "one of the most wicked fans in the world"&lt;br /&gt;-they made me forget about food! they were my ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;-what i said in the previous post, about the queueing (obviously, there was no queue)&lt;br /&gt;-i got a perfect front view of the drum! i only didn't know where the third bass drum was placed&lt;br /&gt;-i saw a few people losing their shoes! and a few flying ones too!&lt;br /&gt;-the music and singing was very crisp and clear&lt;br /&gt;-i was close enough to see the tattoos on Matt's, Zacky's and Syn Gates's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downs:&lt;br /&gt;-A7X played only for 1hr 1omin&lt;br /&gt;-the opening act almost busted my ears&lt;br /&gt;-i got very close to the mosh pits. during the opening act, the left crowd was pushed forward and back, not sure why. and the mosh pits caused people to move back.FUCK YOU ASSHOLES!!! I CAME TO THE CONCERT TO SEE A7X, NOT YOUR STUPID GODDAMN FIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;-the asshole europeans/eurasians just slithered through forward as if they had our respect. FUCK OFF LAH!!! YOUR OWN COUNTRY ALSO GOT THE CONCERT LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;-they didn't play songs from 'Diamonds in the Rough', their B-sides, and the song 'To End The Rapture', the perfect song to end any concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all in all, would you think that the negative things would outweigh the positive ones?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i noticed:&lt;br /&gt;-Zacky and Syn Gates are like brothers! especially when they play back-to-back in 'Beast And The Harlot', during the post-chorus (or maybe it was 'Bat Country", somewhere in the bridge. AAAHH!!! i hate having a STM) it's great to have a band with right-handed and left-handed guitarists!!! any lefty guitarists in school? hehe&lt;br /&gt;-Syn Gates and Johnny are like close friends! when there was a bass solo, Syn Gates kinda like pointed to Johnny with the thumb, you know, that point towards your back&lt;br /&gt;-some Singaporeans just don't know how to clean up their mess. maybe these people don't even wash their hands after peeing or digging 'gold'. or they've never heard of the term 'flushing'&lt;br /&gt;-most of the crowd were Malays&lt;br /&gt;-most A7X shirts worn were counterfeits, can be easily spotted&lt;br /&gt;-Syn Gates and Johnny used the same guitar and bass respectively throughout the concert&lt;br /&gt;-Matt did not wear any bandanas nor shades, and Syn Gates did not put on his trademark fedora&lt;br /&gt;-The Rev always spins his drumsticks before a hard hit on his drums. a great trademark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't think i'll be posting any pics now&lt;br /&gt;what i got from hadi were all, well, almost shit&lt;br /&gt;so, i think i'll wait for those taken by his cousins, hehe&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we've all been more than eager to sin,&lt;br /&gt;and it feels alright, 'till we pay the price..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7260745845730340474?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7260745845730340474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7260745845730340474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-night-only-part-2.html' title='ONE NIGHT ONLY!!! (Part 2)'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3973508588360635373</id><published>2008-10-26T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:26:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE NIGHT ONLY!!! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>*have you read the  previous post?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprinted my way towards the crowd&lt;br /&gt;positioned myself somewhere on the middle-left side of the hall&lt;br /&gt;ended up, behind a Malay girl, again.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes glittered at the sight of at least 8 huge speakers being placed together,&lt;br /&gt;forming a convex shape&lt;br /&gt;on both sides of the stage&lt;br /&gt;however, upon realising that i was somewhere right beneath those speakers,&lt;br /&gt;i got a little scared&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA GO DEAF!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, the stage set-up was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;the picture at the back of the stage was a skeleton on a throne, with a sly-looking face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, everyone entered&lt;br /&gt;then, a bunch of five in red tees hit the stage, the opening act for the concert&lt;br /&gt;they were, well, probably Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;THEY SUCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;the drum was too loud! my whole chest was thumping furiously!&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer was screaming nonsense! couldn't understand anything he screamed!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't hear the guitars and bass!&lt;br /&gt;but actually, they were quite ok lah&lt;br /&gt;at least they managed to get the audience's attention&lt;br /&gt;and got us jumping, for a few seconds, hehe&lt;br /&gt;but when they said that they were going to sing 2 MORE songs,&lt;br /&gt;us A7X fans jeered them, booed them off the stage&lt;br /&gt;i laughed hysterically, couldn't control myself&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, they left the stage at around 8.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searched for hadi n his cousins&lt;br /&gt;they were somewhere in the centre of the hall,&lt;br /&gt;facing right in front of The Rev's drum set&lt;br /&gt;waited for another 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;lights out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRITICAL ACCLAIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best opener for any concert!&lt;br /&gt;everyone sang along with M.Shadows (in fact, everyone sang every song)&lt;br /&gt;during the post chorus, Matt twirled around thrice while swinging his mic stand&lt;br /&gt;on the third time, he threw it somewhere off stage, not really sure where it went&lt;br /&gt;who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;and The Rev truly sang while playing his drums!!!&lt;br /&gt;even when he had to hit both bass drums with his feet while hitting the rest of the drums!&lt;br /&gt;oh, Zacky Vengeance (guitarist) was in one of his Vengeance University shirts (his own label)&lt;br /&gt;with ripped sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Matt in a leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;Synyster Gates (lead guitarist) in white, with ripped sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ (bassist) in white&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Gates, what wax or gel did u put on your hair? it was spiking like crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;and The Rev in a black tee and bermudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTERLIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt that they would sing this song&lt;br /&gt;loved it when Matt stood on the ego-risers and sang the verse while turning left and right&lt;br /&gt;(ego-risers are the raised platforms at the front of the stage; term only used by A7X&lt;br /&gt;they have no idea what they are called, and neither do i!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that song, Matt greeted his fans, us&lt;br /&gt;then, he opted to remove a leather jacket to reveal a black Guns N' Roses tee, sleeveless&lt;br /&gt;(their arms were big, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAST AND THE HARLOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zacky changed his golden ZV guitar to his old cherry red one with the initials 6661&lt;br /&gt;the song got me jumping non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;Syn Gates proved that he was truly the best guitarist with his perfect shredding&lt;br /&gt;oh, and at that time, he too, was on an ego-riser&lt;br /&gt;the inlays of his guitar is wicked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky, back to the gold ZV guitar&lt;br /&gt;there were no sexy dancers this time, unlike the one in the Live in the LBC dvd&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;i like it when the first chorus ended&lt;br /&gt;Matt stood on an ego-riser, gave the crowd a stare and twirled his mic inwards!!!&lt;br /&gt;so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was a song that they claimed they had made it an hour earlier&lt;br /&gt;Zacky was the singer, and Matt took a little breather&lt;br /&gt;it sounded very, well, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;something like 'La Bamba', if you've heard of that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZE THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first slower paced song they played for the concert&lt;br /&gt;Zacky with an acoustic now&lt;br /&gt;even when the song is sang live, it's still heartwarming&lt;br /&gt;this time, Syn Gates played the solo on the ego-riser in the middle&lt;br /&gt;(in the music video, he played it on a coffin while it was being lowered)&lt;br /&gt;in the ending part, everyone was singing what the rest of the members sang&lt;br /&gt;however, i sang what Matt sang (hehe, odd one out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNHOLY CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only song from the Waking the Fallen album that was played&lt;br /&gt;however, it was certain that Matt wouldn't scream like how he used to&lt;br /&gt;Zacky used his 6661 guitar&lt;br /&gt;the song got everyone jumping and screaming&lt;br /&gt;no doubt about it, as this was one of the songs that brought them fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued, again...&lt;br /&gt;(sorry lah, com lagging ah&lt;br /&gt;and apologies for not posting any pics, the quality of the photos hadi took were,&lt;br /&gt;too dangerous for your eyes...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3973508588360635373?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3973508588360635373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3973508588360635373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-night-only-part-1.html' title='ONE NIGHT ONLY!!! (Part 1)'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2458772810834064439</id><published>2008-10-25T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:25:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE-NIGHT STAND!!!</title><content type='html'>*before you read this, i advise you that you exit this blog if your mind is still pure, or if you puke at the sight of male-female contact. everything which would seem horny in the following&lt;br /&gt;post was truly unintentional. please do not have any negative thoughts about me after reading&lt;br /&gt;the post. and please, please, please do not call me any names in relation to this post. anyway, just so you know, this is quite a lengthy post. pictures might be of poor quality. hell no, don't blame me, blame hadi. i didn't have a camera at that time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzplmnldI/AAAAAAAAADc/EHoVLmTO2tY/s1600-h/24102008138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzplmnldI/AAAAAAAAADc/EHoVLmTO2tY/s200/24102008138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105579260614098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzqLVCL9I/AAAAAAAAADk/An2Dl9gGhr8/s1600-h/PIC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzqLVCL9I/AAAAAAAAADk/An2Dl9gGhr8/s200/PIC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105589387407314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzqUX4fsI/AAAAAAAAADs/j9F2xXOOhQY/s1600-h/PIC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzqUX4fsI/AAAAAAAAADs/j9F2xXOOhQY/s200/PIC_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105591815274178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzrMgVBKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7HP2sVc273Q/s1600-h/PIC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzrMgVBKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7HP2sVc273Q/s200/PIC_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105606883083426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"SEVENFOLD! SEVENFOLD! SEVENFOLD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousands of fans gathered in front of the door, chanting, cheering,&lt;br /&gt;anxiously waiting to walk through it&lt;br /&gt;as i waited, i looked at everyone present, observing their looks, expressions and behaviours&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, everyone started singing some of Avenged Sevenfold songs&lt;br /&gt;Critical Acclaim, Afterlife, Almost Easy, Bat Country, Unholy Confessions, Chapter Four...&lt;br /&gt;on certain occasions, there were some who went, "peep, peep, pee pee peep, pee pee pee peep"&lt;br /&gt;and everyone replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"BUTOH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;(dick)&lt;br /&gt;some were laughing their heads off, and that includes me&lt;br /&gt;as for the ang mohs, they were clueless of what we Singaporeans were saying&lt;br /&gt;some even sang a Hari Raya song, which got me chuckling&lt;br /&gt;people continued their antics as i waited humbly for the crowd to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7 pm, the doors opened.&lt;br /&gt;the whole crowd charged forward in anticipation to get through the gates as fast as possible&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me (or maybe fortunately), i could not move my left hand&lt;br /&gt;it was stuck in between my thighs and a girl's... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;hahax, she even had a boyfriend, but they both seemed no older nor taller than i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, the crowd pushed forward again&lt;br /&gt;this time, my dick was by her ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;and she didn't seem to bother!!! hahax!&lt;br /&gt;as they chatted, the girl occasionally swung her head around&lt;br /&gt;on one occasion, her head hit my jaw&lt;br /&gt;she quickly turned her head around to apologise, and i just replied with a giggle and an 'ok'&lt;br /&gt;then, two chinese girls tried to move out of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;one of them had her&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;boobs&lt;/span&gt; sliding past my right arm and back, hahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the crowd moved forward slowly, i realised that hadi and his cousins were far behind!&lt;br /&gt;and i was surrounded by girls from all sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ANK YOU GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahax&lt;br /&gt;in front of me were two &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;gothic-looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ang mohs,&lt;br /&gt;and when i turned left, there was a girl in tudung (Malay/Muslim women's headdress)&lt;br /&gt;i was, well, surprised, and maybe thankful as well&lt;br /&gt;we moved, and moved, and moved, and when i was close to the gates,&lt;br /&gt;i made a last gasp dash, as well as those around me&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to enter before they allowed people from another side to enter&lt;br /&gt;*phew!*&lt;br /&gt;but it felt kinda special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i headed for the security table where the guard rummaged through my bag&lt;br /&gt;and he took out my water bottle and a bag of chips&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! i forgot to have my dinner!!! my lunch was at 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;then, i moved on, had a portion of my ticket ripped off by this wonderful lady&lt;br /&gt;finally! air-con!&lt;br /&gt;amazed at the size of the inside of the building,&lt;br /&gt;i walked and then jogged towards the stage,&lt;br /&gt;oblivious of my surroundings, only to get my spot in the stands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2458772810834064439?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2458772810834064439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2458772810834064439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-night-stand.html' title='ONE-NIGHT STAND!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/SQMzplmnldI/AAAAAAAAADc/EHoVLmTO2tY/s72-c/24102008138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2849127185371524344</id><published>2008-10-20T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:08:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18: sakura, 19: influenza, 20: bonanza!</title><content type='html'>first off, 18 October&lt;br /&gt;went to Sakura at some place in orchard (1st time!)&lt;br /&gt;came quite late actually, wif irwan, hafiz n yelicia&lt;br /&gt;(chill yel, we're gentlemen, not assholes)&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed well-dressed&lt;br /&gt;and the food was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;won't talk much about tt, juz gotta taste it 4 yourselves&lt;br /&gt;n thx class 4 singin d bday song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, headed 2 THE heeren, window shopped&lt;br /&gt;then to plaza sing&lt;br /&gt;wanted 2 watch Max Payne but went to arcade 1st&lt;br /&gt;then, me, irwan n eugene went around d mall cuz we couldn't stand d lights n sounds&lt;br /&gt;aftr tt, watched d movie, which was quite ok&lt;br /&gt;but d storyline wasn't tt great&lt;br /&gt;only mark wahlberg's acting was good&lt;br /&gt;there was one part where he growled, then got up and limped&lt;br /&gt;i was laughin my ass off cuz i suddenly pictured bean in d scene (sry dude, juz couldn't stand it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, juz nw, i read d Berita Harian,&lt;br /&gt;saw an article which says tt 2 ppl were attacked tt nite at 10pm&lt;br /&gt;woah, we left at arnd 8+&lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;must be d work of d matreps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, 20 October&lt;br /&gt;my bday!&lt;br /&gt;thx to all those who wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;too many to list down, but i remember amirah wishing me the earliest&lt;br /&gt;a be-early bday, or wadeva u call it&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;passed amirah her belated bday present (sry 4 d confusion&lt;br /&gt;dun worry amirah, i enjoyed my search 4 ur present&lt;br /&gt;in fact, going out alone rocks!!! met some great peeps, hahax)&lt;br /&gt;n got 1 for myself&lt;br /&gt;then, celebrated bday n ate dinner at home&lt;br /&gt;Ibu's nasi ayam!!! woots!!! awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having dinner wif ur family&lt;br /&gt;anything can happen, anything can appear on d table, anything can be shared&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, ANYTHING CAN BE EATEN!!! (maybe excluding veggies for me)&lt;br /&gt;ahh, rite now, i'm bloated to the max&lt;br /&gt;dunno when i'll change my blogskin... (hahax, no link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2849127185371524344?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2849127185371524344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2849127185371524344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/18-sakura-19-influenza-20-bonanza.html' title='18: sakura, 19: influenza, 20: bonanza!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4248975105017354947</id><published>2008-10-09T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:12:41.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake leg</title><content type='html'>yeah, free at last!&lt;br /&gt;exams are over, and the concert is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;actually, quite a handful of birthdays coming up&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not mistaken, there's amirah, jian xin, xinying, siddiq 4/4...&lt;br /&gt;anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess i'll be spending a lotta time jamming at home&lt;br /&gt;(aaahhh... my beloved guitar...)&lt;br /&gt;and also build some muscles (i noe, i'm DAMN skinny)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i don't blow my money too fast&lt;br /&gt;actually, i've already spent arnd $20 juz now&lt;br /&gt;n there's a lotta stuff 2 be bought...&lt;br /&gt;haiz... money come, money go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4248975105017354947?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4248975105017354947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4248975105017354947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/10/shake-leg.html' title='shake leg'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7377843966688306938</id><published>2008-09-27T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:12:53.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!!!</title><content type='html'>ATREYU IS COMING TO TOWN AS WELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;aww man!!!&lt;br /&gt;why did the Rockstar Taste of Chaos tour had to reach here??&lt;br /&gt;haiz... 8 nov... hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well, for now, just have to focus on the exam&lt;br /&gt;then raya, up my fulus (money)&lt;br /&gt;then b'day, hopefully get more fulus&lt;br /&gt;then concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, are merchandises sold during concerts??&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'd like to buy a shirt, despite knowing that my parents disapproves of those skulls n skeletons&lt;br /&gt;then hide the shirt in my closet, hehe&lt;br /&gt;(surely i wouldn't want to buy those cheapskate band tees at peninsula)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, how much money should i bring??&lt;br /&gt;and, err, max pavilion...&lt;br /&gt;where's d backstage?? i'd like to try and sneak in and meet mr. syn gates&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, focus, exam ain't done yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7377843966688306938?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7377843966688306938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7377843966688306938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-no.html' title='oh no!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7967441366067115634</id><published>2008-09-21T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:23:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe, 4 days after...</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I BOUGHT A TICKET 4 THE AVENGED SEVENFOLD CONCERT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, first came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AV&lt;/span&gt;ril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;now here comes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AV&lt;/span&gt;enged sevenfold!!!&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who i should thank:&lt;br /&gt;my mom, aka ibu (she was d one who allowed me 2 go n told me 2 borrow from sis)&lt;br /&gt;my dad, aka ayah (for not opposing, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;my eldest sis, aka kakak (thx for d $50!!! and also for telling me tt sistic was at lot1)&lt;br /&gt;hafiz/bob (for helping me consider my decision, even though i didn't do as suggested)&lt;br /&gt;marilyn (for telling me tt a7x is coming n also for helping me consider)&lt;br /&gt;hadi (for telling me tt u were going as well, hence, i know that i'll be accompanied)&lt;br /&gt;the woman at the sistic counter (for giving me the ticket, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, juz gotta work hard for EYE&lt;br /&gt;PASS A.MATHS! PASS E.MATHS! PASS PHYSICS! GET A FOR CHEM!&lt;br /&gt;GET A FOR MALAY! GET B FOR ENGLISH! A FOR COMB. HUMANS! B FOR GEOG!&lt;br /&gt;then, enjoy after EYE&lt;br /&gt;after that, celebrate b'day, as well as amirah's, xinying's n alvin's)&lt;br /&gt;then concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, everyone, plz remind me to go straight back home on the eve of hari raya&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna break another tooth&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back home, kiss ibu on d cheek&lt;br /&gt;wait for ayah to come back home, kiss him on d cheek&lt;br /&gt;and end my one month of fasting perfectly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7967441366067115634?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7967441366067115634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7967441366067115634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/09/hehe-4-days-after.html' title='hehe, 4 days after...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-9116214164135788201</id><published>2008-09-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:49:02.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my overloaded head</title><content type='html'>imagine if you're creative&lt;br /&gt;you have a vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;you're artistic&lt;br /&gt;you express your feelings through art&lt;br /&gt;you are passionate about art&lt;br /&gt;but what if your creativity stains your artwork?&lt;br /&gt;what if your ability, your weapon,&lt;br /&gt;becomes your greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;the mark left behind by the tip of your pen&lt;br /&gt;becomes the mark that chases you&lt;br /&gt;the mark that binds you, bathing you in cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;you poison yourself with every moment of thought&lt;br /&gt;all because your mind is corrupted&lt;br /&gt;decaying, rotting&lt;br /&gt;due to your sickest imagination&lt;br /&gt;how do you get rid of this sickness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-9116214164135788201?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9116214164135788201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9116214164135788201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-overloaded-head.html' title='my overloaded head'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6690230934239983983</id><published>2008-08-17T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:15:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ntuc weekend...</title><content type='html'>yesterday&lt;br /&gt;clad in a purple t-shirt, black jeans n purple sneakers&lt;br /&gt;i walked around lot 1 with an NTUC plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;juz now, in d afternoon&lt;br /&gt;stranded in limbang (due to heavy rain), with an NTUC plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;perfect weekend, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6690230934239983983?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6690230934239983983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6690230934239983983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/08/ntuc-weekend.html' title='ntuc weekend...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3358683300374455541</id><published>2008-08-15T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:39:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus - Dig</title><content type='html'>Title: Dig&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Album: Light Grenades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We all have a weakness&lt;br /&gt;But some of ours are easy to identify.&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And ask for forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make a pact to never speak that word again&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;We all have something that digs at us,&lt;br /&gt;At least we dig each other&lt;br /&gt;So when weakness turns my ego up&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll count on the me from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another&lt;br /&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is gone.&lt;br /&gt;We all have a sickness&lt;br /&gt;That cleverly attaches and multiplies&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we try.&lt;br /&gt;We all have someone that digs at us,&lt;br /&gt;At least we dig each other&lt;br /&gt;So when sickness turns my ego up&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll act as a clever medicine.&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another&lt;br /&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song!&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh each other....&lt;br /&gt;When everything&lt;br /&gt;Else is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3358683300374455541?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3358683300374455541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3358683300374455541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/08/incubus-dig.html' title='Incubus - Dig'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1769045081039335015</id><published>2008-08-15T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:46:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winning relationships...</title><content type='html'>hmm, yesterday, another workshop&lt;br /&gt;i always expect workshops to be damn boring&lt;br /&gt;but since it's by tt company again (dunno d name), tt particular mindset disappears&lt;br /&gt;it's strange how these peeps manage to make workshops so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;(ok, i found tt ppr...d company's called High Achievers Training Consultancy, i tink)&lt;br /&gt;anw, d same coach is wif us 37 n 38, coach sabrina!!!&lt;br /&gt;n she's wif dis new coach, coach madeline&lt;br /&gt;hmm, mubin, gabriel n me r interested in her, hahax!!!&lt;br /&gt;cute face, check.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful eyes, check.&lt;br /&gt;nice, long legs, check.&lt;br /&gt;nice booty, check.&lt;br /&gt;the upper section...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;hahax, ok, dis is getting sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;emily's gonna slit gills thru my neck if she reads dis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, d workshop is abt winning relationships&lt;br /&gt;hw 2 make good relationships, so n so&lt;br /&gt;mainly abt friends&lt;br /&gt;friends...&lt;br /&gt;they come, n they go&lt;br /&gt;but they will surely leave an impression, a memory&lt;br /&gt;without them, nobody is able to get past the obstacles of life&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;even a man like hitler had friends, one of which he killed&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i realized how much these friends of mine have helped me&lt;br /&gt;you know why i spit all d hatred from within me only on the blog?&lt;br /&gt;cuz these friends cheer up my life&lt;br /&gt;regardless of whether they're close to me or not,&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely appreciate what they've done&lt;br /&gt;n wif that, i'm gonna change my blog song&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'll change it to Dig, by Incubus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1769045081039335015?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1769045081039335015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1769045081039335015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/08/winning-relationships.html' title='winning relationships...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4527209205518816940</id><published>2008-07-31T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:10:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so lucky, so cursed, so fucked up...</title><content type='html'>unbelievably insane&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure whether i should be happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;cuz i've juz lost power&lt;br /&gt;ms seah made a decision that i respect, but one that she will regret&lt;br /&gt;thahir remained as captain, and hadi (you know, that &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-haired HADI) took my place&lt;br /&gt;as vice-captain&lt;br /&gt;hey, i can't deny that it hurts deep inside&lt;br /&gt;but then again, what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, ms seah blew some fucking false words from the back of her head&lt;br /&gt;she claimed that i hadn't given my fullest&lt;br /&gt;she said that i had SLACKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;in my head, i was like, "what the fuck??!!"&lt;br /&gt;"i see you only giving 50%..."&lt;br /&gt;"you've gotta do better..."&lt;br /&gt;then what the hell does she think i'm doing in the pitch??&lt;br /&gt;it's not the loss of my position that had enraged me,&lt;br /&gt;but it's d accusations that she made&lt;br /&gt;i can bet all my money that the whole cricket team would disagree with her&lt;br /&gt;(cuz i'm d one who has been doing the screaming n shouting all this while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i still got myself to blame too actually&lt;br /&gt;bcuz i dunno how to 'bootlick', hahax&lt;br /&gt;(dogs are better off licking)&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't have to lead a bunch of insolent assholes anymore&lt;br /&gt;and it's about time too&lt;br /&gt;cuz i've been thinking 4 a long time&lt;br /&gt;i wanna join PA club as my CCA&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn new skills, like how to handle the sound system&lt;br /&gt;my passion is brewing&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but i seriously wanna be part of the team&lt;br /&gt;goodbye passion for cricket!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and juz so u know, the blog song has been changed&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let Go by Deepfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three weeks grace dude&lt;br /&gt;if u can't prove that you're worthy,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be the one taking you down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4527209205518816940?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4527209205518816940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4527209205518816940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-lucky-so-cursed-so-fucked-up.html' title='i&apos;m so lucky, so cursed, so fucked up...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5216996980061417831</id><published>2008-07-28T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:37:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster ride...</title><content type='html'>today&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's yesterday, cuz while i'm typing this, it's already tue&lt;br /&gt;anw, i had 2 drag myself out of bed cuz i slept at 1+ am&lt;br /&gt;had my dose of heavy metal on d way 2 skool so tt i'll be awake&lt;br /&gt;reached skool, help out others, blah3&lt;br /&gt;(i didn't know tt d national anthem was being played, hahax)&lt;br /&gt;then, start preparing n all&lt;br /&gt;groomed myself 4 abt 30 mins or so (i'm becoming vain lyk alvin!!!)&lt;br /&gt;then, get ready, n BAM!&lt;br /&gt;the VIPs r here!!!&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't shift into emo yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;yapped my stuff, n realised d vp was there too&lt;br /&gt;then, marilyn left, n i was waiting 4 her 2 come back&lt;br /&gt;clare came, n left...ruban came, n left, n i quickly busted out of d hall&lt;br /&gt;search all arnd d hall, then, heard sth&lt;br /&gt;haiyo!!! they pangseh(spell correct?) me sia!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, nvm, cuz i dun reali wanna say thx or whatsoever 2 d VIPs&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather say "y d HELL do u guys come so early?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, played PE, go recess, makan as a whole&lt;br /&gt;go 4 maths lesson (suffocating!!!)&lt;br /&gt;history, got tt old hag again&lt;br /&gt;mt, nvr go for extra lesson, again (never been to any b4)&lt;br /&gt;aftr tt, prepare again, another round of presentation&lt;br /&gt;mainly 2 the upper sec (some were the usual bastards)&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make myself moody&lt;br /&gt;well, it was unexpected tt d sec 5s were d ones who paid attention d most&lt;br /&gt;finished at 3.45 arnd there&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;evrybody so happy together&lt;br /&gt;take pics many2&lt;br /&gt;(hey, i onli cute now is it? then evrytime at skool nt cute ah?)&lt;br /&gt;ms yeong bought 4 us donuts, but i doubt tt anybody ate tt&lt;br /&gt;all cannot wait 2 go swensens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home, withdraw money from 'bank'(my drawer)&lt;br /&gt;then gt financial assistance(my mom)&lt;br /&gt;headed 2 causeway pt&lt;br /&gt;met up wif them at swensens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH!!! 1st time go inside!!! so nice!!! (food also expensive!!!)&lt;br /&gt;i'm lyk, very... jakun (dunno hw 2 say in eng, i tink chinese is suaku or sth liddat)&lt;br /&gt;xiaofei started talking abt relationships n stuff&lt;br /&gt;asking abt crushes n all (so random, rite?)&lt;br /&gt;then, ordered 3 rice: chicken, curry chicken, fish&lt;br /&gt;shared among me , irwan n bean&lt;br /&gt;so delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why drinks were given twice...&lt;br /&gt;then desserts, got gold rush, dunno wad brownie, chocolate fondue!!!&lt;br /&gt;makes my heart melt!&lt;br /&gt;killer desserts!!! makes your teeth rot!!! don't eat too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;(service rating: excellent!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr that, went to the other table, chat wif kaixin, abi, mal n d other guys&lt;br /&gt;me n kx acted drunk, got yel laughing non-stop&lt;br /&gt;mal was sober, cuz she doesn't resort to drinking (but emily takes drugs)&lt;br /&gt;paid d $10 to ms seah (giv u money, juz take lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, all split up, some go watch movie, others go home&lt;br /&gt;took the train wif hafiz, bean, irwan, tamil, logaes, mal, kx&lt;br /&gt;talked crap all d way 2 cck, then home sweet home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5216996980061417831?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5216996980061417831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5216996980061417831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/07/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='roller coaster ride...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5575272501761124706</id><published>2008-07-26T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:06:28.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>man, time flies by like crazy&lt;br /&gt;really crazy&lt;br /&gt;one moment u were moody bcuz of d 1st day of skool,&lt;br /&gt;d next, your halfway thru term 3&lt;br /&gt;n my mom's bday is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;(no link, hahax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, on tue n thu, had training wif d faggots&lt;br /&gt;aka, d junior cricketers&lt;br /&gt;they've got no ears, no discipline, no respect at all&lt;br /&gt;i was shouting lyk, almost everytime&lt;br /&gt;if only i had d authority to smash a head&lt;br /&gt;(jab jab jab jab, hook, turn and elbow, charge, jump,  knee 2 d face, KO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;hey! i'm serious! u think i can't do so?&lt;br /&gt;nvr look down on a geeky kid in a pair of retro specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, set up d stuff 4 d encore(dun reali understand wad it means)&lt;br /&gt;of our learning fest presentation&lt;br /&gt;marilyn was...i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;out of her mind???&lt;br /&gt;found out tt avril's coming 2 s'pore&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly v.high&lt;br /&gt;ran around d skool dunno wif who&lt;br /&gt;when she returned, suddenly cry, then high again&lt;br /&gt;(i seriously can't look at ppl crying...am i too soft?)&lt;br /&gt;oh, set up my booth, went 2 ilham's place 2 get some mags&lt;br /&gt;i asked onli 4 music mags, NOT an FHM&lt;br /&gt;since i'm a clean guy, i passed it 2 faris (happy guy)&lt;br /&gt;xiaofei was lyk, "woah..."&lt;br /&gt;then she was the 2nd one 2 read it, hahax&lt;br /&gt;bitchy bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz now, continue setting up booth&lt;br /&gt;after finishing, walked around a few times&lt;br /&gt;picked up d litter around wif mubin since gt nth else 2 do&lt;br /&gt;n i'm reali starting 2 hate ms seah&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;we're d ones doing d work, so juz shut up!&lt;br /&gt;went back home, then off 2 penin&lt;br /&gt;send guitar 4 repairing&lt;br /&gt;haiz...nid 2 wait a few days&lt;br /&gt;now, i gotta borrow a guitar from some1 else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet's drying up right now&lt;br /&gt;and i still haven't saved up 4 mom's bday present&lt;br /&gt;wad am i suppose 2 do?&lt;br /&gt;any financial assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing blog song soon...again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5575272501761124706?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5575272501761124706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5575272501761124706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='it&apos;s just one of those days...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1458979417644683140</id><published>2008-07-13T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:31:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop this shit, will ya??!!</title><content type='html'>damn, my email is going crazy&lt;br /&gt;or somebody is trying 2 make me go crazy&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my whole email became chinese&lt;br /&gt;and i had no idea how 2 change d language back&lt;br /&gt;since i can't read chinese&lt;br /&gt;asked my neighbour 2 help, he can't read it well&lt;br /&gt;asked jiaqi, she said it was nt simplified, so she can't read it well&lt;br /&gt;managed 2 solve the problem after 1 week&lt;br /&gt;2nd prob, spamming&lt;br /&gt;damn fucking irritating&lt;br /&gt;continued for a month or so&lt;br /&gt;actually, now, still gt some messages sent&lt;br /&gt;but not as many as last time&lt;br /&gt;3rd, which recently happened&lt;br /&gt;all contacts were, errm, deleted&lt;br /&gt;half of them were blocked&lt;br /&gt;got back most of it&lt;br /&gt;only a handful left&lt;br /&gt;man, have these people lived long enough??&lt;br /&gt;then y not just go n die??&lt;br /&gt;no life at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1458979417644683140?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;back 2 skool, wear contact lenses, meet same faces&lt;br /&gt;morning ASS. lead in morning exercise&lt;br /&gt;hmm, eng, PE, etc.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, maths...&lt;br /&gt;ms chua said tt she didn't realise tt i was d so-called "cute and handsome boy" at d front&lt;br /&gt;during morning ass.&lt;br /&gt;well, u noe, d class will go "wooooOOOAAAHHH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;haiyo, so malu siak!!!&lt;br /&gt;new malay teacher is lyk...&lt;br /&gt;old hag&lt;br /&gt;well, whoever she is, d same goes 4 evry1&lt;br /&gt;respect is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;i dun tink anitin much happened&lt;br /&gt;except tt nick's sideburn is totally awesome (did it happen on tis day???)&lt;br /&gt;one was pointed sharp towards d front, d other 2 d back&lt;br /&gt;oh, at nite, chatted wif xiaofei&lt;br /&gt;nvr realised she was kinda lyk mal&lt;br /&gt;'horns within the halo'&lt;br /&gt;u should noe wad means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;hey! it's d very first time my conversation wif xiaofei lasted at least 15 mins!&lt;br /&gt;usually, when i talked 2 her, she would either answer in a word,&lt;br /&gt;or give me tt heck of a stare which strikes fear into ruban's heart, somehow&lt;br /&gt;tts a good sign, i hav improved on my social skills, i guess&lt;br /&gt;oh, then during english, gt another project i tink&lt;br /&gt;sth abt MTV or so, 7 peeps in a group,&lt;br /&gt;me, thahir, ruban, azri, mal, yel, xf&lt;br /&gt;thot of a song...&lt;br /&gt;(hey yel, i dun onli listen 2 metal songs, there's a whole lotta other genres tt i listen 2&lt;br /&gt;anw, u might hav also listened 2 metal as well&lt;br /&gt;guess what? lostprophets' genre is labelled as 'alternative metal')&lt;br /&gt;ended up chosing errm, wad's it called...&lt;br /&gt;tt soulja boy song, i dun remember (u noe, wif d superman, so n so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much (the usual me wif d STM)&lt;br /&gt;all i remembered was nt havin training&lt;br /&gt;then played street soccer&lt;br /&gt;2nd time in tt wk (first on wed)&lt;br /&gt;1st match, went against some sec4 peeps wif a bastard in their team&lt;br /&gt;once, i dun really noe wad happened&lt;br /&gt;i lifted my leg, then my mind went totally blank&lt;br /&gt;soon, i was on the ground, landed on my ass, bruised a lil&lt;br /&gt;then continued playin, unfortunately miskicked d ball&lt;br /&gt;then tt bastard said "aik? tendang angin?"(eh? kick wind ah?)&lt;br /&gt;man, blood totally rushed 2 my head, right 2 d brim of it&lt;br /&gt;he was fortunate cuz me n my bro's deadly rams didn't hit him&lt;br /&gt;pity 4 d keeper though (homaidi, one tt i would say d best n d most humble sec4 player)&lt;br /&gt;it was almost impossible 2 put d ball past him&lt;br /&gt;until siddiq went on d attack, scored 2 goals in d same way, end up winning&lt;br /&gt;(hey, i remembered quite a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;boring stuff, except 4 maths lesson turned rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;rehearsed 4 a song titled 'so happy together'&lt;br /&gt;sang wif mal n yel(who suddenly dragged me wif her when i was totally blur at tt time)&lt;br /&gt;sang in a lower pitch than them, without d distorted rock voice, of course&lt;br /&gt;if i were 2 go higher, it would either nt be heard or i would squeak&lt;br /&gt;then did a lil dance, snapping&lt;br /&gt;i liked it when i tagged along wif ruban 2 dance 2 d song&lt;br /&gt;wif some of the steps from michael jackson's music video, 'thriller'&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda nice, yet hilarious at d same time&lt;br /&gt;ruban looked v.cute, his head bobbing lyk a true professional&lt;br /&gt;but we were actually facing our arse towards d class (or ms chua perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;then continued on, d so-called stomp peeps doing their stuff&lt;br /&gt;y so-called? they were actually doin d wad i'd call 'machine pass'&lt;br /&gt;(passing of bottles round n round)&lt;br /&gt;i was thinkin tt they would make 3 types of music using junks or so&lt;br /&gt;one in d malay style (wif d drumming sounds lyk d kompang)&lt;br /&gt;one in d chinese style ( wif d crashing sounds lyk d cymbal)&lt;br /&gt;n d other in indian (which i tink must hav drums n jingling sounds)&lt;br /&gt;well, anw, it's their stuff&lt;br /&gt;tts juz my opinion of wad they shud be doin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, juz now, went 2 orchard wif ilham&lt;br /&gt;(bob, if ur reading dis, dun tik we're gay, even though i lyk purple)&lt;br /&gt;go 2 heeren, then far east, to our boss's shop&lt;br /&gt;somewhere on d 4th floor&lt;br /&gt;realised tt d shop was gonna move&lt;br /&gt;ilham bought a tie&lt;br /&gt;i bought straight cut jeans, $30, but boss give discount, $26, hahax&lt;br /&gt;(juz so u noe, tt boss is kinda cute, in specs, long hair, but face gt acne)&lt;br /&gt;then go bugis, ilham bought skinnies n cardigan&lt;br /&gt;(juz so u noe, i'm no trend follower)&lt;br /&gt;reached home arnd 7+&lt;br /&gt;lucky nvr get scolded&lt;br /&gt;now, gotta finish physics project&lt;br /&gt;chows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sure why&lt;br /&gt;but it's been a very long time&lt;br /&gt;i've always had a heart 4 girls who wear specs, t-shirt n jeans (n look cute too!)&lt;br /&gt;'how wonderful life is,&lt;br /&gt;if you're in the world'&lt;br /&gt;whoever, you're gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2978718427474761648?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2978718427474761648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2978718427474761648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-week-of-term-3.html' title='1st week of term 3'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1705059855557641573</id><published>2008-06-20T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:28:49.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pale...</title><content type='html'>Song: Pale&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems not the same,&lt;br /&gt;  though I know nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;  It's all my state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;  I can't leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;  I have stand up to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;  from the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;  Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;  I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;  have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;  Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;  in the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;  that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;  It'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know should realise&lt;br /&gt;  time is precious, it is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;  Despite how I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;  have to trust it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;  Have to stand up to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;   from the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;   Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;   I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;   have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;   Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;   in the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;   that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;   It'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, this night is too long.&lt;br /&gt;  I have no strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;  No more pain, I'm floating away.&lt;br /&gt;  Through the mist I see the face&lt;br /&gt;  of an angel, who calls my name.&lt;br /&gt;  I remember you're the reason I have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;   from the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;   Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;   I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;   have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;   Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;   in the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;   that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;   It'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1705059855557641573?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1705059855557641573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1705059855557641573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/pale.html' title='pale...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6816003476589524823</id><published>2008-06-20T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:00:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going in blind</title><content type='html'>oh dammit...&lt;br /&gt;i broke my specs this morning&lt;br /&gt;right before going 4 prayer&lt;br /&gt;i had no clue how it broke&lt;br /&gt;the right side of the frame suddenly split into 2&lt;br /&gt;went 2 the prayer partially blind&lt;br /&gt;'cuz all i could see was colours and imperfect shapes&lt;br /&gt;everything's so blurry, much worse than a vga camera phone&lt;br /&gt;thus, i had to 'zoom in' whenever i try 2 see an image clearly&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, right after d prayer, i went 2 get contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot how 2 put them on&lt;br /&gt;now, i gotta wait till next month before i can get a new spectacle frame, i think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6816003476589524823?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6816003476589524823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6816003476589524823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-in-blind.html' title='going in blind'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5958842649432735738</id><published>2008-06-14T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:01:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, i know, i'm a nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Musician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 77%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (&lt;-- That's you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 74%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 67%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 52%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 43%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 15%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 9%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result 4 d quiz i've taken juz now&lt;br /&gt;i'm a music nerd?&lt;br /&gt;hehe, maybe dat's true&lt;br /&gt;i do love my music, but my art is far below&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm nt juz meant 4 art&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!!! I DO ART!!! IT COLOURS MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;but music makes up 1/4 of my life&lt;br /&gt;drama nerd? i don't do dramas&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i usually end up in them&lt;br /&gt;anime? hmm, nowadays, seldom watch them&lt;br /&gt;gamer nerd is 4th... i'm no gamer, so y is it higher than artistic nerd?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, might nt be quite a reliable quiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5958842649432735738?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5958842649432735738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5958842649432735738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-i-know-im-nerd.html' title='yeah, i know, i&apos;m a nerd'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8435518151343066220</id><published>2008-06-12T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:47:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is dull&lt;br /&gt;even though there's a guitar at home&lt;br /&gt;and a computer&lt;br /&gt;and sis' laptop&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still exploring music&lt;br /&gt;still trying to find more bands to listen to&lt;br /&gt;however, i stopped downloading songs (waiting for this oncoming legal downloading software)&lt;br /&gt;and my mp3 has only 2gb of space (honestly, i think i need at least 16gb)&lt;br /&gt;thus, i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being impressed at all&lt;br /&gt;cuz' no one is attempting 2 impress me&lt;br /&gt;cuz' i'm not hanging out with anyone&lt;br /&gt;and this leads to a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;that i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8435518151343066220?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8435518151343066220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8435518151343066220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6636135108117339572</id><published>2008-06-01T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:09:25.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday...</title><content type='html'>well, yesterday, went 2 do cip(beach cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;met up wif d class at 12+&lt;br /&gt;they were lookin at me lyk some kind of alien lifeform&lt;br /&gt;what? u've nvr seen a goody2-geek-from-skool-turned-spiky-haired-rocker??&lt;br /&gt;BET U NEVER HAD!!! hahax&lt;br /&gt;den, realised gt onli a few boys, less than 10 i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed 2 east coast, i think&lt;br /&gt;2gether wif 3/8&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea where we were goin&lt;br /&gt;take train, bus, walk here n there&lt;br /&gt;then reached there, do work 4...15 mins?? hahax&lt;br /&gt;lepak2 wif d rest of d guys until 3.40&lt;br /&gt;nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;aviators&lt;/span&gt; u got there, jian xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then almost evry1 go 2 burger king&lt;br /&gt;wah, sit beside xinying can go deaf!!!&lt;br /&gt;her voice can even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;penetrate&lt;/span&gt; my loud music!!!&lt;br /&gt;some go makan, others lyk me juz observe, hehe&lt;br /&gt;soon, left wif d guys, 2gether wif cheryl n xinying, go cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;during d journey, mal seems so...pitiful&lt;br /&gt;sum more in d mrt, we all entered by 1 door n she entered d other&lt;br /&gt;she was struggling 2 breathe!!! luckily, she was still fine n got 2 get closer wif d rest&lt;br /&gt;when alighting d mrt, cheryl shout "EXCUSE ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahax, very loud n high pithced, got evrybody laughing&lt;br /&gt;makan at KFC dis time&lt;br /&gt;there's dis blonde by my back who keeps complaining abt d long wait n d queue&lt;br /&gt;SHUT D FUCK UP BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax, saw a couple smooching 4 i dunno how long&lt;br /&gt;one of 'em was i tink tt blonde's fren&lt;br /&gt;haiyo, so nt romantic, kissin at KFC, hahax&lt;br /&gt;there's also a bunch of rockers&lt;br /&gt;then there's dis awesome dude dressed in those gothic clothes,&lt;br /&gt;studded, wif rings n threads hangin here n there&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!! totally UNDERGROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's kinda funny when all these happens at KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arnd 7+, went out of tt building, talk2 4 some time b4 meetin some of d other girls&lt;br /&gt;hahax, xiaofei kas a very cartoony stare&lt;br /&gt;when she stares at xinying, she looks like...CYBORG 007!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax, den split up again&lt;br /&gt;went 2 heeren, window shoppin&lt;br /&gt;i nvr knew cheryl talks a lot! sum more v.high pitched&lt;br /&gt;entered newurbanmale, saw very funky shirts&lt;br /&gt;hahax, mr. fartface, pimp, etc.&lt;br /&gt;then there's a favourite...MR. MASTURBATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax, v.cute character, holding his dick!&lt;br /&gt;walk2 sum more, waste a lot of time, then head home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6636135108117339572?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6636135108117339572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6636135108117339572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4031710328927624757</id><published>2008-05-23T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:43:26.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened??</title><content type='html'>oh my...&lt;br /&gt;freakin' tired&lt;br /&gt;totally worn out after d camp&lt;br /&gt;my legs r still shaky&lt;br /&gt;almost lost my voice during d campfire night&lt;br /&gt;but it healed in a short while&lt;br /&gt;let's just say d camp was kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;despite the awesome toilet n food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, d class still had the camp spirit&lt;br /&gt;still cheering, shouting all around&lt;br /&gt;hehe, evry1 became each others' dogs&lt;br /&gt;as told by alvin&lt;br /&gt;when some1 starts, d rest all follow&lt;br /&gt;tt includes me i guess&lt;br /&gt;WOOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks teachers 4 d chocolates&lt;br /&gt;and kudos 2 faris 4 starting a...game?&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt sure, but a handful of ppl started turning around bottles, banging d table, etc.&lt;br /&gt;kinda cool ya noe&lt;br /&gt;co-ordination, teamwork, my class nvr lacks class spirit&lt;br /&gt;we're kinda united maybe&lt;br /&gt;dunno when tt 'game' started, but after spring cleaning, a bunch of ppl started playin 2gether&lt;br /&gt;tt includes amateur ms chua&lt;br /&gt;hahax, to her, it's more stressful than a.maths&lt;br /&gt;other classes came 2 visit n watched d performance&lt;br /&gt;were they distracted or enjoying it?&lt;br /&gt;tt, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, aftr prayer, went 2 d 4th floor, up 2 d 5th n down again wif ilham&lt;br /&gt;spotted faris n irwan wif d 5 pandemonium girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY! NVR GO PRAYER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched them 4 a while as they tried 2 make new beats&lt;br /&gt;then go lepak2 wif faris, ilham, hafiz n luqman in library&lt;br /&gt;hehe, no life&lt;br /&gt;went home arnd 3+&lt;br /&gt;inspected d guitar bro borrowed from who d hell&lt;br /&gt;looks lyk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;EPIPHONE JUNK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusted pickups n strings, missing knob, scratches all arnd&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;but d effects paddle looks nice&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;maybe 2moro gonna get slinkys aftr d ptc&lt;br /&gt;also wanna buy earphones&lt;br /&gt;heading 2 city hall&lt;br /&gt;any1 wanna follow? or i'll be headin there alone&lt;br /&gt;well, nvm&lt;br /&gt;i'm an outcast after all&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4031710328927624757?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4031710328927624757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4031710328927624757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happened.html' title='what happened??'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4795671019481923109</id><published>2008-05-17T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:42:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>times change, and people change with them</title><content type='html'>hey guys, juz changed my blog song&lt;br /&gt;hopefully u guys realise tt i've nvr blown ur brains with those headbanging songs&lt;br /&gt;this is also known as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hopefully u guys appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aniwae, have i been changing a lot lately?&lt;br /&gt;do i keep changing personalities?&lt;br /&gt;it's nt abt split personalities&lt;br /&gt;it's juz tt, self reflection made me realise a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, glories, problems n stuff&lt;br /&gt;however, i juz ponder, in search of no answers&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm still fine&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my mind is still intact by the time i reach 23...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4795671019481923109?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4795671019481923109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4795671019481923109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/05/times-change-and-people-change-with.html' title='times change, and people change with them'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4280768401099534441</id><published>2008-05-09T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:21:37.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living in a broken home...</title><content type='html'>read the title?&lt;br /&gt;i really mean it&lt;br /&gt;literally&lt;br /&gt;well this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week or two back, the sink in the room toilet burst out into flames&lt;br /&gt;i mean water&lt;br /&gt;well, i forgot who got wet&lt;br /&gt;i think it was my eldest sister&lt;br /&gt;the tap was somehow loose&lt;br /&gt;and my dad just recently fixed it&lt;br /&gt;a few days back i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, in the morning, it happened again&lt;br /&gt;now, its the kitchen toilet's turn&lt;br /&gt;that same sister of mine was in the toilet, again&lt;br /&gt;she got wet, again&lt;br /&gt;that caused a whole lot of trouble&lt;br /&gt;well, what luck!&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;we had to turn off the main water tap (the one outside my house)&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even bathed yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, at least there was enough water in the basin to bathe with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, after prayer, went home, then gombak to alter my jeans&lt;br /&gt;and i wore my so-called new purple Kappa sneakers for the first time&lt;br /&gt;went there with Ilham, then headed to ALIF restaurant&lt;br /&gt;haven't been there for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;oh, Bob came, then headed to his house&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero 3 was fun!!! but i sucked!!! totally!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'd be better of playing a real electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;then, played FIFA 08&lt;br /&gt;lost 4-2 to Bob. damn.&lt;br /&gt;first timer, hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i scored 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ilham was basically blur throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;thinking of something? or craving for something?&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home, but went 2 Lot 1 first&lt;br /&gt;when i reached NTUC, i realised i only had S$3 left&lt;br /&gt;hahax, nt enough money to buy hair wax&lt;br /&gt;bought Sunkist orange juice, cuz my nose was bleeding yesterday&lt;br /&gt;not enough vitamin Cs, as usual&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, outside Lot 1, saw some basketball girls&lt;br /&gt;actually, the whole bunch of them&lt;br /&gt;10, 11 people i guess&lt;br /&gt;man!!! what team spirit!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't even find any team spirit in my cricket team&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they can always win games&lt;br /&gt;oh, then, strolled home&lt;br /&gt;my life's kinda boring, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, now, arnd 9.20pm, my dad has fixed the tap!&lt;br /&gt;bravo!!! bravo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4280768401099534441?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4280768401099534441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4280768401099534441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-in-broken-home.html' title='living in a broken home...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3930709319926652528</id><published>2008-04-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:22:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain seeps into me too...</title><content type='html'>oh, you're so deceitful&lt;br /&gt;you told me lies to disguise&lt;br /&gt;your life-draining misery&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you tell me before?&lt;br /&gt;you're sick&lt;br /&gt;you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;you're infected&lt;br /&gt;but you're not helpless&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be there&lt;br /&gt;but you never seem to care&lt;br /&gt;that ego blowing up your head&lt;br /&gt;soon you'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;and you'll bleed&lt;br /&gt;and you'll reek&lt;br /&gt;of the ash&lt;br /&gt;that has seeped&lt;br /&gt;in your heart&lt;br /&gt;in your mind&lt;br /&gt;'cuz you thought you were just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every ounce that you take&lt;br /&gt;any moment i'll break&lt;br /&gt;into rage&lt;br /&gt;into tears&lt;br /&gt;'cuz i fear&lt;br /&gt;that you heard&lt;br /&gt;the devil's call&lt;br /&gt;that makes you fall&lt;br /&gt;just resist&lt;br /&gt;and persist&lt;br /&gt;face your back to the abyss&lt;br /&gt;of the corrupted, mislead and disheartened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this plead&lt;br /&gt;as a friend&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;i will take you out of this barren land&lt;br /&gt;to a place where the light never dies&lt;br /&gt;where the air is never grey&lt;br /&gt;and i will stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll end your plight&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll end your fight&lt;br /&gt;for only you can make it right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3930709319926652528?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3930709319926652528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3930709319926652528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-seeps-into-me-too.html' title='the pain seeps into me too...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6095931454890101034</id><published>2008-04-04T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:29:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRGGHHH!!! i'm juz a successful failure...</title><content type='html'>think abt it...&lt;br /&gt;if u were in this state...&lt;br /&gt;u, were skilled n passionate in sth&lt;br /&gt;it was the only thing tt u were best in...once.&lt;br /&gt;then, u've found some other things tt u fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;in fact, many other&lt;br /&gt;u would put every single ounce of blood, sweat and tears into them&lt;br /&gt;after some time, in fact, a long time,&lt;br /&gt;u decided 2 return 2 ur 1st love&lt;br /&gt;however, u were weak&lt;br /&gt;undesirably weak&lt;br /&gt;how would u feel?&lt;br /&gt;what would be ur reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another scenario...&lt;br /&gt;same story, skill n passion in sth&lt;br /&gt;then, somethin traumatic happened&lt;br /&gt;sth u would nvr hav expected 2 happen&lt;br /&gt;when u returned 2 doing tt same thing&lt;br /&gt;u became utterly useless. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;ppl look at u differently&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard u've tried, u r still a guaranteed failure&lt;br /&gt;how would u feel?&lt;br /&gt;what r u gonna do abt it?&lt;br /&gt;can u even do anything abt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6095931454890101034?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6095931454890101034'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;there is something tt u wanna 4get&lt;br /&gt;but then, it stays in ur mind most of d times&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, u 4get at it 4 a while&lt;br /&gt;then, u wonder...&lt;br /&gt;"how did i 4get abt it?"&lt;br /&gt;as u wonder, tt thing returns 2 ur mind&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;cuz u were thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;so how can u 4get something&lt;br /&gt;n NEVER remember it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe it's a mind thing&lt;br /&gt;well, it's a qn tt might not be solved&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a stupid qn&lt;br /&gt;but then again, u would still wonder, right?&lt;br /&gt;woah woah woah, wait...&lt;br /&gt;my mind is goin bonkers 4 d moment&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin crazy...&lt;br /&gt;well, wadever d thing is&lt;br /&gt;i guess evry1 must think hard&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we shouldn't be goin overboard&lt;br /&gt;dun kill ur brain, mind, n urself, orite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8519314991211376301?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8519314991211376301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8519314991211376301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/03/forget-abt-it.html' title='forget abt it...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-236736800492359981</id><published>2008-03-22T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:55:07.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what i say...</title><content type='html'>yozz peeps&lt;br /&gt;back 4 another update on life&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, as usual&lt;br /&gt;i dun even feel lyk i'm living animore&lt;br /&gt;keep on doing d same ol' same&lt;br /&gt;day by day, i try 2 get things in my head(which i can't)&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's unbearable&lt;br /&gt;in dis very position i'm in, i dun even feel lyk anything is happening...&lt;br /&gt;aahh shit, i'm gonna go learn another song on d "Great G"&lt;br /&gt;it's d guitar, by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad blogskin 2 choose dis time???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-236736800492359981?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/236736800492359981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/236736800492359981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-what-i-say.html' title='this is what i say...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3296539452303095862</id><published>2008-03-08T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:17:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>skools out peeps&lt;br /&gt;TIME IS MOVING DAMN FAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;nothin much 2 talk abt&lt;br /&gt;except tt i'm nt satisfied wif my results&lt;br /&gt;i failed a.maths terribly&lt;br /&gt;i'm also nt sure why i gt A1 for my physics&lt;br /&gt;errm, yay??&lt;br /&gt;and i'm such a disappointment&lt;br /&gt;i gt C6 for malay&lt;br /&gt;what a disgrace i am!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am sry my malay family/pals!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will try 2 make up for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, abt cca&lt;br /&gt;we won st. pat's, but lost 2 ping yi&lt;br /&gt;damn it...&lt;br /&gt;oh, d acs(i) match is postponed as well as d macpherson match&lt;br /&gt;however, d acs match will be played from where we stopped (understood?)&lt;br /&gt;and tt means we're gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;nth else 2 say abt tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday plans:&lt;br /&gt;go to australia(hehe, dream on)&lt;br /&gt;skool, skool...&lt;br /&gt;erm, busy on d 12th, gt sth v. important n confidential&lt;br /&gt;get bro's b'day present on d 13th&lt;br /&gt;15th gt outing (am i right??)&lt;br /&gt;dunno if gt go jamming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, most probably my wallet's gonna blow by d end of d hols&lt;br /&gt;haiz, gotta save more next term&lt;br /&gt;oh, i need help 2 put these things in order of importance (which is why i'm saving) :&lt;br /&gt;1)handphone&lt;br /&gt;2)electric guitar (dis is passion man!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3)ppl's b'day (ppl dun care abt me, y do i oways care abt dis??)&lt;br /&gt;4)clothes (i seriously dun hav enuf clothes)&lt;br /&gt;5)mp3/4 player (i nid 2 store more songs, 2gb ain't enuf 4 my life)&lt;br /&gt;6)headsets (earphones, headphones, etc.)(oh, n a speaker)&lt;br /&gt;7)cd albums&lt;br /&gt;8)watch (i seriously hav a problem if i dunno d time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't put skool bks/notes in d list&lt;br /&gt;they r wad i DON'T WANT, but i dun understand y dey call it a NEED&lt;br /&gt;hehe, wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3296539452303095862?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3296539452303095862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3296539452303095862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5789169104734833750</id><published>2008-02-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:12:56.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come n go...</title><content type='html'>haiz...&lt;br /&gt;time goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;dun hav enuf time 2 do evrytin i want&lt;br /&gt;basically, din do much 4 d past 2 days&lt;br /&gt;onli tt i went 2 play futsal at balestier&lt;br /&gt;hehe, my team won against bro's team&lt;br /&gt;although i'm rusty, i still scored a goal! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den juz now, in d aftrnoon, went 2 west coast wif fam&lt;br /&gt;rilek-1-corner, walk arnd, din do anitin much&lt;br /&gt;time ain't enuf in life&lt;br /&gt;well, wad 2 do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, another thing i did these days was playin d guitar&lt;br /&gt;hehe, learnt 1 more song, and still learnin another&lt;br /&gt;so, i think i can play arnd 5 or 6 songs oredy&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!! MARILYN!!! I'M GONNA ROCK BETTER THAN U!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, wtf, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'm nt tt good at playin chords...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5789169104734833750?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5789169104734833750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5789169104734833750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-n-go.html' title='come n go...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4400564777603843191</id><published>2008-02-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:46:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill...</title><content type='html'>woohoo! we lost in d group stages!&lt;br /&gt;no, THEY lost in d grp stages&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm nt in d team!&lt;br /&gt;take tt u stupid fat-ass coach!&lt;br /&gt;hehe, go pick ur fav player(darna) again&lt;br /&gt;win onli 1 out of 4 matches&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, on tt wednesday, didn't go 4 lessons!&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed 4 kallang 4 d competition&lt;br /&gt;15 peeps came, but onli 10 were in d team&lt;br /&gt;those who were left out were me, hadi, syafiqul, jasper n dexter&lt;br /&gt;n d coach led his team down in d dumps!!!&lt;br /&gt;he onli watched d 1st match they were playin&lt;br /&gt;den, he left. so supportive of him&lt;br /&gt;it was an 8-a-side tournament, wif 2 reserves&lt;br /&gt;n it was no surprise darna played all d matches&lt;br /&gt;oh well, tt shit n d coach oways think highly of themselves&lt;br /&gt;brag brag brag, yeah yeah, wtf&lt;br /&gt;evrybody's ears r closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i liked tt place&lt;br /&gt;there's a kfc on one side, n a mac on d other&lt;br /&gt;but kfc's better. FREE REFILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;went there during d break&lt;br /&gt;seriously bloated 4 some time&lt;br /&gt;den, somewhere arnd 5, me n hadi headed 2 mac, bought some ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda funny 2 see tt d team was dejected when we returned&lt;br /&gt;it's lyk, dey dun seem 2 noe wad dey're playin 4&lt;br /&gt;if i WERE to play, i'm sure tt i'm nt playin 4 d coach, i'm playin 4 other reasons&lt;br /&gt;n at tt time, d coach was nowhere 2 be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evrythin ended arnd 7, reached back at skool, almost 8&lt;br /&gt;thot of playin block catchin, den realised gt some kinda nite classes&lt;br /&gt;oh well, evry1 returned home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d next day, gt some kinda debrief&lt;br /&gt;onli abt 9 came, 5 of which r those who didn't play(me n me gang)&lt;br /&gt;coach spittin nonsense from his big tummy&lt;br /&gt;den, out of d stomach, he suddenly criticised me n hadi&lt;br /&gt;well, whaddya noe, he hates us&lt;br /&gt;n there was nt a single word abt darna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, my bro taught me sth yesterday&lt;br /&gt;he taught me how 2 calm down, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;i juz gotta prove 2 fat bastard tt i'm better somehow&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm juz gonna try n keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;chill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4400564777603843191?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4400564777603843191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4400564777603843191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/02/chill.html' title='chill...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8168968356661812782</id><published>2008-01-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:27:25.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2 heavens...</title><content type='html'>yozz&lt;br /&gt;wassup again peeps&lt;br /&gt;well, juz now, headed 2 queensway wif some of d cricketers&lt;br /&gt;had 2 find jersey&lt;br /&gt;pretty tough reali, since our jersey had 2 be white, n has a collar&lt;br /&gt;well, kinda hard 2 find wad we wanted&lt;br /&gt;tt means gotta try other places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda jealous actually&lt;br /&gt;my bro bought a pair of converse n 2 umbro jerseys&lt;br /&gt;den, return home wif empty pockets&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didnt return home straight aftr queensway&lt;br /&gt;headed 2 city hall, got a few guitar stuffs&lt;br /&gt;man, walking in peninsula alone is kinda scary&lt;br /&gt;all dis gangsters or look lyk gangsters kinda stare at u&lt;br /&gt;lyk dey wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;aniwaez, headed from excelsior hotel, 2 penin plaza,&lt;br /&gt;den 2 bras basah complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEE LEE IS HEAVEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;quite a huge store, n all d guitars, drums&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i took a hard time findin it&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find d map, so juz walk arnd in circles&lt;br /&gt;n wif tt, i found a few other guitar shops&lt;br /&gt;but it's fuckin embarrassin when u enter d shop wif no other customer in there&lt;br /&gt;well, at least there's d guitars 2 make u ignore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess someday i'm gonna step into swee lee again&lt;br /&gt;if i gt d pprs&lt;br /&gt;yeah, lights out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8168968356661812782?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8168968356661812782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8168968356661812782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-2-heavens.html' title='my 2 heavens...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-1069693170420339664</id><published>2007-12-31T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:14:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing...</title><content type='html'>oh, n juz so u guys noe, I'M NT EMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz sentimental, tts all&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i'm more into listenin 2 heavy metal, sentimental rock n goth rock songs&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll say it again...&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT EMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, n thx lishan 4 tellin me wen skool starts&lt;br /&gt;i almost tot tt it starts on d 3rd lyk wad happened dis yr&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be more silent...&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm an underground kid&lt;br /&gt;juz so u noe, i'll stay down below&lt;br /&gt;i dun giv a damn abt bein popular&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather keep my life 2 myself than showin it off 2 somebody else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1069693170420339664?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1069693170420339664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/1069693170420339664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8235722810134969192</id><published>2007-12-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:01:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thkool ith gonna thtart thoon...</title><content type='html'>hmm...&lt;br /&gt;skool is gonna start soon&lt;br /&gt;N I STILL HAVEN'T GOT A NEW TEETH!!!&lt;br /&gt;MY GRANDMA HAD JUZ REPLACED HER TOOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAD ABOUT ME???!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;tts y d title of dis post is liddat&lt;br /&gt;ur still gonna see tt beautiful smile of mine again nxt yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, aniwaes, went 2 popular at jurong east juz now&lt;br /&gt;had 2 exchange my bk 4 an ink cartridge&lt;br /&gt;i did not ask 4 a a.maths txtbk!!!&lt;br /&gt;n i had 2 pay an additional $24 for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 borrow d money frm ilham!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, tt was wad happened last sat&lt;br /&gt;so, juz now, wen tryin 2 exchange it, kinda lyk a havoc&lt;br /&gt;walked frm 1 counter 2 another&lt;br /&gt;den kinda stopped d queue 4 a while&lt;br /&gt;sry peeps!&lt;br /&gt;den returned ilham $30&lt;br /&gt;he was so relieved he had his $30 back, he even kissed it!&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, waited 4 my dad 2 arrive&lt;br /&gt;well, after waitin 4 more than 1 hr, den he arrived&lt;br /&gt;so much 4 d 3 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;he arrived at 3.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, headed 2 queensway shoppin centre&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd home!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, walked arnd 4 some time&lt;br /&gt;den decided 2 buy d same shoe i did as last yr&lt;br /&gt;hahax, except tt it's white dis time&lt;br /&gt;n WTF!!! it's $79!!!&lt;br /&gt;last time i bought it, it was $60+!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, i still decided 2 buy it, hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, my dad brought us (me, him, ilham, bro, ygr sis) 2 a hawker centre at queensway&lt;br /&gt;bought nasi ayam sambal&lt;br /&gt;so delicious!!! oh, n bought bandung as well&lt;br /&gt;such a tall cup, nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;den bought a plate of mutton chop&lt;br /&gt;shared wif bro&lt;br /&gt;so we both ate a total of 1 n a 1/2 plate of food&lt;br /&gt;hehe, 1st time eat tt much at a hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;den went home ler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8235722810134969192?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8235722810134969192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8235722810134969192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/thkool-ith-gonna-thtart-thoon_31.html' title='thkool ith gonna thtart thoon...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5030582114215014484</id><published>2007-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:09:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back...</title><content type='html'>yozz...&lt;br /&gt;back from my cuz's house in johor&lt;br /&gt;honestly, didn't do much&lt;br /&gt;spent most of my time wif my beloved mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;n evry1 tinks i'm listening 2 d songs too loud&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, oso listened 2 sum adult conversations&lt;br /&gt;work, problems, so n so&lt;br /&gt;well, now i'm back&lt;br /&gt;actually, i returned home arnd 12 nn, n not 12mn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...now, it seems tt some of my cuz's families hav problems&lt;br /&gt;well, my uncle(d 1 in mal) recently stayed in dis new terrace house&lt;br /&gt;but he's regrettin it cuz he has 2 pay 4 security n he doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;there4, my granma seems 2 be a lil frustrated upon his decision&lt;br /&gt;well, at least he's still livin&lt;br /&gt;n another 1 of my uncles is havin a house problem&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt sure y, but it's somethin 2 do abt house ownership&lt;br /&gt;well, tts all, i guess&lt;br /&gt;hmm...so boring SIAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;guess it's juz me, mp3 n guitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5030582114215014484?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5030582114215014484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5030582114215014484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/back.html' title='back...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5564904609571769253</id><published>2007-12-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:14:19.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr...</title><content type='html'>well, actually, i'm leavin tmr, n nt 2dae&lt;br /&gt;cuz my dad had 2 work&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y&lt;br /&gt;well, so, tts juz 4 ur info&lt;br /&gt;if u see me on9 rite now&lt;br /&gt;so, erm, yeah&lt;br /&gt;tts it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5564904609571769253?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5564904609571769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5564904609571769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/tmr.html' title='tmr...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-2235672864278774036</id><published>2007-12-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:34:12.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more boring days 2 come...</title><content type='html'>hmm...&lt;br /&gt;BORING...&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday, went 2 both my granny's house&lt;br /&gt;since it's hari raya haji&lt;br /&gt;well, seriously, it was kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;except when my dad cracked jokes, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, juz now went popular at lot1&lt;br /&gt;buy some sch books&lt;br /&gt;damn, they're expensive&lt;br /&gt;oh, but b4 goin there, i was havin a bad headache&lt;br /&gt;my body was damn heavy&lt;br /&gt;took a nap 4 a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, juz so u noe, i won't be here from tmr till d 25th&lt;br /&gt;go 2 cuz house at johor&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there's a flood there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i recently found out wad 'nookie' means&lt;br /&gt;hehe, fuck...&lt;br /&gt;wad d fuck...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WAD D FUCK MAN!!! WAD D FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-2235672864278774036?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2235672864278774036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/2235672864278774036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-boring-days-2-come.html' title='more boring days 2 come...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-3052858054973450313</id><published>2007-12-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:55:11.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats yulzzzzzz!!! u hav achieved somethin great!!!</title><content type='html'>yayz!!!&lt;br /&gt;i finally figured out how 2 play chapter 4!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, although i cant play it PERFECTLY, i still noe hw 2 roughly play it&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure many cant play it perfectly as well, hehe&lt;br /&gt;so, err...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, next song i'm gonna learn, limp bizkit's nookie&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt sure wad it means, but who cares, hehe&lt;br /&gt;omg!!! wes uses a 4-string guitar!!!&lt;br /&gt;change song!!! hahax&lt;br /&gt;try playin simple songs 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i hav a few targets at d moment&lt;br /&gt;1stly, gonna try n play better than ilham&lt;br /&gt;den, i tink it's mal&lt;br /&gt;den mubin, my bro(he learns way faster than me)&lt;br /&gt;den, i guess haziq will be my last target!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!! wif d passion, i'm confident i can make it&lt;br /&gt;watch out peeps! I'M COMIN UP BEHIND YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3052858054973450313?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3052858054973450313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3052858054973450313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/congrats-yulzzzzzz-u-hav-achieved.html' title='congrats yulzzzzzz!!! u hav achieved somethin great!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-5691557322832324781</id><published>2007-12-11T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:16:48.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainfall, football, n cockraches runnin around d wall</title><content type='html'>yozz!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, gonna talk abt yesterday&lt;br /&gt;well, too tired 2 post then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned 2 play futsal at east coast&lt;br /&gt;or west? i tink it's east&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it's east&lt;br /&gt;but me, bro, fadzil, ariff, farhan(ariff's fren) n nazali went 2 causeway point 1st&lt;br /&gt;met up wif akid, den eat at, err,&lt;br /&gt;wad's d restaurant at d last lvl?? i 4gt&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, went back 2 woodlands mrt,&lt;br /&gt;met up wif another farhan(ariff n fad's cuz), halid n irfan&lt;br /&gt;well, we're all related somehow&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, took bus 966 2 east coast&lt;br /&gt;err, it was drizzling then&lt;br /&gt;den, suddenly, it rained heavily&lt;br /&gt;farhan(d cuz) said tt it wasnt tt far&lt;br /&gt;we ended up rinnin in d rain 4 arnd 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;ain't tt far, lyk real&lt;br /&gt;well, at least ended up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, split into teams&lt;br /&gt;me, br, fad, farhan(fren) n nazali, 1 team&lt;br /&gt;d rest r d other team&lt;br /&gt;5 on 5, played 2 matches&lt;br /&gt;1 per hour&lt;br /&gt;actually, we onli booked for 1 hr, but we gt d next hr 4 free&lt;br /&gt;cuz nobody booked it&lt;br /&gt;well, my team ended up thrashing d other team, hehe&lt;br /&gt;den, we juz sat outside d pitch 4 some time&lt;br /&gt;cuz our clothes were still wet, n it was still rainin&lt;br /&gt;den, wen we were abt 2 leave, i was wearin my jeans on d bench&lt;br /&gt;since d ground had some kind of rubbery stones from d pitch&lt;br /&gt;dey were painful 2 step on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, akid was screamin wen he lifted up his bag&lt;br /&gt;he saw a cockroach in his shoebag&lt;br /&gt;hahax, den, another 1 came out of nazali's bag&lt;br /&gt;ariff stomped on 1 of it, den d other was still crawlin around&lt;br /&gt;wtf!!! it was dirtyin my shoe!!!&lt;br /&gt;den, ariff stepped on d other&lt;br /&gt;fadzil was so scared, he didnt dare 2 wear his clothes&lt;br /&gt;but he still ended up wearin them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we headed 2 Mac&lt;br /&gt;bleddy cold sia!!! since our clothes still quite wet&lt;br /&gt;den, took bus at somewhere near parkway parade&lt;br /&gt;den, mrt at eunos, went straight home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary ibu n ayah!!!&lt;br /&gt;my sis bought a cake 4 them, since we all forked out our money&lt;br /&gt;well, den go bath, happy eatin&lt;br /&gt;oh, i was abt 2 sleep, but my sis was playin d xbox&lt;br /&gt;siblings all in d room, started talkin crap&lt;br /&gt;den, my sis said 'self-praise is no praise' 2 my bro&lt;br /&gt;cuz he was praisin himself, dunno 4 wad&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i was lyk, singing, makin my own lyrics&lt;br /&gt;evrytin was juz poppin out of my head&lt;br /&gt;n d chorus was 'wad d hell am i singing?'&lt;br /&gt;hahax, kinda fun crappin wif my siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess tts it then...&lt;br /&gt;n i still havent change my blog song&lt;br /&gt;kinda lazy, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i'm currently drawn back into listenin 2 limp bizkit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. so sorry. your beauty is so vain.&lt;br /&gt;it drives me, yes it drives me... absolutely insane...&lt;br /&gt;I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-5691557322832324781?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/5691557322832324781'/><link 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almost evry blog i go,&lt;br /&gt;there is PSP on d person's wishlist&lt;br /&gt;PSP is currently corrupting ppl's minds&lt;br /&gt;includin me! hahax&lt;br /&gt;but i dun crave for 1&lt;br /&gt;well, at least 4 now&lt;br /&gt;oh, n i guess if these ppl will hav a PSP&lt;br /&gt;they still won't be speakin d same language as bob&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i can understand some of it, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll be changing my blog song soon&lt;br /&gt;d song is called...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6543062356601773233?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6543062356601773233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6543062356601773233'/><link 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losing my patience&lt;br /&gt;but must handle&lt;br /&gt;lyk no one has ever said before: "if u wanna be d fuckin best,&lt;br /&gt;den do ur fuckin best u bastard!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahax, wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speedpicking. speedpicking. speedpicking. speedpicking. speedpicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-768490393902063329?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/768490393902063329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/768490393902063329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/12/smash-your-mind-into-1000-fuckin-pieces.html' title='smash your mind into 1000 fuckin pieces!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-190528343885537472</id><published>2007-11-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:03:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ccac camp rawkzzz!!!</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;ccac camp was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;loike, totally!!!&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;oh, 1st day, errm...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;ok, i 4gt mostly wad had happened...&lt;br /&gt;aarrgghh!!! so stm!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, i juz remembered, my group, WHATEVER(can drink),&lt;br /&gt;we were each given a badge&lt;br /&gt;thx candice(group IC)!!!&lt;br /&gt;came up wif a silly cheer&lt;br /&gt;we were dancing around lyk monkeys, hahax&lt;br /&gt;oh, n we won d amazing race!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;we were running back n forth, headed 4 many parks&lt;br /&gt;den, we unscrambled all d clues 2gedder 2 find our finishin point&lt;br /&gt;which was d equipment room&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;played games, err, cheers, plannin 4 gala nite,&lt;br /&gt;n sum more games, cheers, n games, den more cheers, plannin&lt;br /&gt;oh, nite walk, hehe&lt;br /&gt;so basket&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s(dis yr sec3) told all dis nonsensical stories&lt;br /&gt;n tt was wad dey exactly did 2 scare us&lt;br /&gt;walked wif thahir, quite far&lt;br /&gt;gt scared once, but den ok2 lah&lt;br /&gt;i was lookin at a red chair in front of d ncc room,&lt;br /&gt;den Zul n dunno who popped out from behind d pillar n d wall&lt;br /&gt;i tink&lt;br /&gt;aftr tt, dey try scarin us sum more, but nt scared animore ah&lt;br /&gt;well, tts it 4 tt day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 d 2nd day, had PT&lt;br /&gt;quite tiring, but i lyk sprinting, hehe&lt;br /&gt;den aftr breakfast, gt workshop, dunno hw long&lt;br /&gt;den lunch, n continue wif d workshop&lt;br /&gt;d workshop was filled wif silly facilitators&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;especially d 2nd half of d workshop&lt;br /&gt;guys seperated from girls, den gt play games&lt;br /&gt;n we try 2 facilitate as well&lt;br /&gt;hahax, i dun remember d coaches name&lt;br /&gt;1 of them oways get a sotong clap&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, he was lyk daydreaming all d way&lt;br /&gt;we giv him sotong clap oso can say "huh, wad??"&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, obstacle course was fun3!!!&lt;br /&gt;gt dirty in d mud n all&lt;br /&gt;oh, n as usual, hehe, my group was 1st&lt;br /&gt;rawks on WHATEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;gala nite was oklah, kinda fun, but boring as well&lt;br /&gt;ermm, we did a skit based on our our group name&lt;br /&gt;had 2 scenes in which d word 'whatever' is involved&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i played my part in d 2nd scene wif Izzat&lt;br /&gt;u noe, d cute lil guy from 1/1&lt;br /&gt;we were d prata stall owners in a hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;well, Izzat did d talking, n we were makin prata lyk idiots&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i flip3, Izzat fry3&lt;br /&gt;den, wen d customers come, we had sum special way of serving&lt;br /&gt;wobbled our heads, den fingers goin in a twister&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;oh, WHATEVER was d best, once more&lt;br /&gt;ehem hem&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;den, gt exco election, errmm...&lt;br /&gt;d 5 exco members r Yelicia, Lishan, Hasif, Minwei n Azmee&lt;br /&gt;Chao Yan is no longer an IC&lt;br /&gt;so pitiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day(2dae), gt do cheers, played some games b4 telematch&lt;br /&gt;oh, telematch was exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;gt 3 games, errm dunno our positions,&lt;br /&gt;but Coca-cola won 2 out  of 3 games&lt;br /&gt;tt was faris's group&lt;br /&gt;den, area cleanin, debrief&lt;br /&gt;den, prize presentation&lt;br /&gt;really thot tt Coca-cole gonna win,&lt;br /&gt;cuz dey about 2 catch up wif us&lt;br /&gt;as in d total points&lt;br /&gt;but WHATEVER won!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;seems tt evry1 worked hard 4 it n we made it 1st!&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;best sec2 camper: Amnah&lt;br /&gt;best sec3 camper: Yelicia&lt;br /&gt;dey so d very d enthusiastic, d very d laugh-a-lot n happy-go-lucky&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wad happened 2 them wen dey were born&lt;br /&gt;did dey cry or laugh??&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, aniwaez, tts all i hav 2 tell&lt;br /&gt;yeah, guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i still dun hav my front teeth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-190528343885537472?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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enjoyed it while it lasted...&lt;br /&gt;for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat d same ol' fuckin mistakes&lt;br /&gt;fooled by d same ol' fuckin scam&lt;br /&gt;ur no longer 1 of d good guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless u change&lt;br /&gt;unless u make a difference in your life&lt;br /&gt;a difference where you'll have 2 suffer 4 a moment&lt;br /&gt;yet, it will all be worth d excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;cuz ur life won't be miserable anymore&lt;br /&gt;you won't have 2 hide anymore bad deeds from your friends&lt;br /&gt;your family&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...control yourself  before you control anybody else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-1012512523323161726?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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english, 'dry'&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i gt nt much money left&lt;br /&gt;ARRGGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm fuckin jealous bob!!!&lt;br /&gt;he bought 2 bloody awesome shirts!!!&lt;br /&gt;wad d hell??!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe d name bob has some kinda meaning&lt;br /&gt;Brother Of Bucks&lt;br /&gt;wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, since i'm broke&lt;br /&gt;my hopes of getting more A7X stuff is dashed&lt;br /&gt;well, lemme see&lt;br /&gt;i nid 2 get 3 more discs, n it would cost around...&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!! $90++&lt;br /&gt;damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;where am i suppose 2 get all tt money??&lt;br /&gt;all thx 2 d money-spending madness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-669218032861005899?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/669218032861005899'/><link 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stretched across my shame.&lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaked through and covered me&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have her to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream&lt;br /&gt;A song that no one sings&lt;br /&gt;The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catch in my throat choke&lt;br /&gt;Torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I won't, no!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6732025702716562852?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;well, i juz became interested in drawin wif pens&lt;br /&gt;cuz i hav been drawin wif onli pencils 4 a v. long time&lt;br /&gt;n now, i'm re-drawing my previous drawings wif pens&lt;br /&gt;n it's not juz any pen&lt;br /&gt;it's err, lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;Sakura Pigma Micron pens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RzvPiyzcziI/AAAAAAAAACA/E-BwFCJwtZw/s1600-h/sakura+pigma+micron+pen+0.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RzvPiyzcziI/AAAAAAAAACA/E-BwFCJwtZw/s200/sakura+pigma+micron+pen+0.8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132924396978884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;man, dey r excellent!&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'm addicted 2 drawin, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...n i still suck at playin d guitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8828376494988662169?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8828376494988662169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8828376494988662169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-draw.html' title='let&apos;s draw!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-3460050911082893703?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3460050911082893703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/3460050911082893703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/bothered.html' title='bothered...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4370204045215272869</id><published>2007-11-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:22:27.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe, me now...</title><content type='html'>yozz!&lt;br /&gt;i am now almost botak!&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;had a haircut dis aftrnoon&lt;br /&gt;well, decided 2 make my hair short&lt;br /&gt;cuz latr, somewhere in d early december,&lt;br /&gt;shud be long enuf 2 spike&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i oso wanted 2 make my hair all balanced&lt;br /&gt;as in they r of d correct length&lt;br /&gt;tt is, i wan d side n back 2 be much shorter than d top&lt;br /&gt;so, tts it 4 now, i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4370204045215272869?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4370204045215272869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4370204045215272869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehe-me-now.html' title='hehe, me now...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8854636759141712709</id><published>2007-11-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:52:54.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me class!</title><content type='html'>orite peeps&lt;br /&gt;me heading 2 3/7, which is c4&lt;br /&gt;yeah, gt quite a handful of malay boys&lt;br /&gt;buahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;hafiz basterd, mubin, faris...&lt;br /&gt;err, dunno who else, hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, there's nicholas, thahir, err...&lt;br /&gt;dunno lah&lt;br /&gt;but i gt confident tt if gt inter-class soccer,&lt;br /&gt;sure gt chance 2 win&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe, out of all d things, i tink abt tt&lt;br /&gt;well, tts me, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in terms of class spirit, i tink gd enuf&lt;br /&gt;i tink&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, aniwae, i'm now enjoying some great songs&lt;br /&gt;tt SOME  ppl dun hav&lt;br /&gt;well, tt person will noe himself&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;dun disturb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8854636759141712709?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;orite, met up wif Ilham at cck mrt&lt;br /&gt;took bus 190 at d interchange&lt;br /&gt;den, at d stop in front of lot 1, ms soh boarded d bus&lt;br /&gt;wtf??!!!&lt;br /&gt;man, she spotted us&lt;br /&gt;haiz, bus ride so long...&lt;br /&gt;look at d back of her head 4 so long...&lt;br /&gt;luckily she sit quite far in front of us&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting at d back of d bus&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, she alighted at...&lt;br /&gt;far east plaza?&lt;br /&gt;y there?&lt;br /&gt;i oso dunno...&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, she went out of d bus, den waved at us&lt;br /&gt;we were happily waving back&lt;br /&gt;bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;man, d relief was lyk d pleasure after...&lt;br /&gt;u shit.&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;den, headed 4 heeren&lt;br /&gt;step by step, heart was thumping harder n harder&lt;br /&gt;quick2, 2nd lvl&lt;br /&gt;now, head 2 metal section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;woah, gt a few albums, n left wif juz 2 MVIs&lt;br /&gt;well, juz enuf 4 me n Ilham&lt;br /&gt;wait, d MVI, it's M18&lt;br /&gt;wtf!!! it's juz a few bad words from them man!!!&lt;br /&gt;we were standing there, wif d albums in our hands&lt;br /&gt;planning wad 2 do&lt;br /&gt;i came up wif d plan 2 get a MATURE person&lt;br /&gt;n asked him 2 help buy 4 us&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt make tt move, instead, Ilham did it&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, 1st, we saw dis emo ang moh guy&lt;br /&gt;but didnt dare 2 ask him&lt;br /&gt;latr scared dun undrstand wad he sayin&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;den, gt dis chinese guy leaning on d wall wif his PDA&lt;br /&gt;nice spiky hair dude&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, Ilham approached tt guy, went 4 d plan&lt;br /&gt;n he was willing 2 do it 4 us&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, he bought it 4 us while we waited at d same spot&lt;br /&gt;Ilham anxiously lookin at him&lt;br /&gt;as 4 me, juz act lyk dunno, look at all d other albums&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;man, we salute u dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ilham bowed 2 tt guy lyk a japanese man&lt;br /&gt;den, d cashier kinda looked at us&lt;br /&gt;well, tts wad i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we headed quickly up 2 d 3rd floor&lt;br /&gt;juz 2 get rid of suspiscion&lt;br /&gt;n find a japanese album 4 my sis&lt;br /&gt;well, it's her b'dae&lt;br /&gt;gotta get sth 4 tt j-rock fan&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;find Phantasmagoria, dun hav&lt;br /&gt;Malice Mizer, price out of budget&lt;br /&gt;MUCC, same story&lt;br /&gt;lemme see, too many 2 list out&lt;br /&gt;den, found Love Psychedelico's new album&lt;br /&gt;Golden Grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;rite within my budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, bought tt, then go window shoppin&lt;br /&gt;go Converse, Flash N' Splash, 77th Street&lt;br /&gt;blah3&lt;br /&gt;den walked all d way 2 Far East Plaza&lt;br /&gt;go 2 another 77th Street&lt;br /&gt;haiz, Ilham still couldnt find wad he wanted&lt;br /&gt;den, aftr some time headed home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, kinda fun being wif him, crapped all d way&lt;br /&gt;from d start till d end&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;orite, tts it now&lt;br /&gt;nitez peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-9091963394390103728?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9091963394390103728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/9091963394390103728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-journey.html' title='my journey...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-8750673163520078262</id><published>2007-11-05T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:33:36.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i got d new A7X album!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;rock on!!!&lt;br /&gt;n i got all d songs b4 hafiz 2/7&lt;br /&gt;well, both hafiz&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, oso bought d new love psychedelico album&lt;br /&gt;4 my sis, cuz it's her b'dae 2dae&lt;br /&gt;man, dis is awesome&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been thumping since i held on 2 d album in HMV&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;dis is thx 2 my gd mayte ilham n a cool chinese guy we met&lt;br /&gt;well, he helped us out, in someway&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;aniwaez, gonna listen 2 it real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, abt d song in my blog, pls let it load 1st&lt;br /&gt;it takes quite some time&lt;br /&gt;pls be patient, ok?&lt;br /&gt;respect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-8750673163520078262?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8750673163520078262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/8750673163520078262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahaaahahahahaha_05.html' title='HAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-4045012664970277025</id><published>2007-11-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:01:19.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz...</title><content type='html'>haiz...&lt;br /&gt;so boring sia...&lt;br /&gt;runnin out of money...&lt;br /&gt;can't go out much&lt;br /&gt;still haven't learn any song 2 play...&lt;br /&gt;gotta try harder...&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;when am i gonna hav fun???&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna hav fun???&lt;br /&gt;if i say i wanna work, parents wont allow&lt;br /&gt;4 sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrgghh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;stuck in dis house lyk a pig in a pen(no offence faris)&lt;br /&gt;n i've been thinkin abt wad's 2 come 4 next yr&lt;br /&gt;i will hav no one 2 confide in&lt;br /&gt;gotta do things on my own&lt;br /&gt;lemme see, new maytes&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;hopefully nt meetin any same ol' faces in front of class&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;kinda missin skool rite now&lt;br /&gt;or i guess i shud say i miss my maytes&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;any1 gt any suggestions on wad i can do during hols?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i dun rot or decay thruout d hols&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna grow fat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-4045012664970277025?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4045012664970277025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/4045012664970277025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/11/haiz.html' title='haiz...'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-7754493122581292255</id><published>2007-10-31T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:28:22.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar!!!</title><content type='html'>wassup peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;dis mornin, woke up at, err, 1pm&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, when i woke up, some1 was at d door&lt;br /&gt;well, it was ikhsan, my mayte&lt;br /&gt;well, he came wif d guitar!!!&lt;br /&gt;my eyes bcame 'wide open'(juz woke up)&lt;br /&gt;well, kinda nice u noe, cherry red colour&lt;br /&gt;hmm, $150 for a 2nd hand electric guitar, ok lah&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i 4gt how 2 tune...&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;hehe, silly me&lt;br /&gt;well, haven't played it yet&lt;br /&gt;bz 4 d whole day, hehe&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess, tts it&lt;br /&gt;haiz, luckily bought tt guitar&lt;br /&gt;if nt, hols is gonna be damn BORING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-7754493122581292255?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7754493122581292255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/7754493122581292255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yulz-revelations.blogspot.com/2007/10/guitar.html' title='guitar!!!'/><author><name>YuLZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01918361404977167301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606656184777422244.post-6281043592586866190</id><published>2007-10-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:25:06.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day wif 2/4 in class</title><content type='html'>orite2&lt;br /&gt;no more cryin peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is lyk a cycle man...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it will oways be dis way&lt;br /&gt;it happened aftr PSLE, n now&lt;br /&gt;n most prob latr durin graduation&lt;br /&gt;n aftr JC or poly&lt;br /&gt;n maybe aftr university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;pull urself 2gedder, orite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohk, ms soh sent d pics we took juz now&lt;br /&gt;n err, here they r...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyIBHiJL6gI/AAAAAAAAABo/PjDdH-iI0yQ/s1600-h/24+last+day+pic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyIBHiJL6gI/AAAAAAAAABo/PjDdH-iI0yQ/s200/24+last+day+pic+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125660554837092866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amirah is bleddy mad cuz she didnt get 2 take d pic&lt;br /&gt;wif mr liaw&lt;br /&gt;n faris is sitting beside him&lt;br /&gt;tts d worst thing tt could happen&lt;br /&gt;wait, i cant find fei yang&lt;br /&gt;he shud be wif mr liaw as well, hehe&lt;br /&gt;there's ur chairperson rite there, on a chair&lt;br /&gt;n i 'm standing beside a faceless loges&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, after zooming in2 d pic,&lt;br /&gt;i still cant see his face!&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, juz so u noe, i'm smiling in d pic&lt;br /&gt;which, u shud noe wad u will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyIBySJL6hI/AAAAAAAAABw/uZigS6CDC7s/s1600-h/24+last+day+pic+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyIBySJL6hI/AAAAAAAAABw/uZigS6CDC7s/s200/24+last+day+pic+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125661289276500498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohk, dis 1 is wif ms soh&lt;br /&gt;faris is giving a stern look&lt;br /&gt;wah, fierce seh! hahax&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, in dis pic,&lt;br /&gt;I'M HOLDING UP MY FALLEN TOOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax, nouice nouice!(nice, nice)&lt;br /&gt;i 4gt 2 remove it from my wallet, hehe&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm gonna name it 'The Fallen One'&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyICYCJL6iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JaI_4cLL3w8/s1600-h/my+pic%21%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLDe-FADp0I/RyICYCJL6iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JaI_4cLL3w8/s200/my+pic%21%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125661937816562210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dis pic is specially meant 4 me!!!&lt;br /&gt;thank u ms soh!!!&lt;br /&gt;man i look silly&lt;br /&gt;w/o tt front tooth&lt;br /&gt;how's my smile??&lt;br /&gt;am i cute?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it great???!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahax&lt;br /&gt;oh, 4 ur info, my "adam's apple" is nt exactly straight&lt;br /&gt;it's a lil' 2 my right&lt;br /&gt;weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;ohk peeps&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys stay smiling&lt;br /&gt;cuz dis ain't d end of ur life!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, n where will u guys be heading 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(amirah, u will oways stay as my 'sis'&lt;br /&gt;n u can't deny tt!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, i tried 2 draw a caricature of u in d sketch bk u gave&lt;br /&gt;right on d 1st page, hehe&lt;br /&gt;n plz gimme a pic of shai,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i wanna try n draw him)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606656184777422244-6281043592586866190?l=yulz-revelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6281043592586866190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606656184777422244/posts/default/6281043592586866190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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