<?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-6844592</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:42:27.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>† R¡dër's L¡fë †</title><subtitle type='html'>. . . Hóld Öü† †¡ll †hè VërŸ Lås† Mömén†. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844592.post-115735339360581070</id><published>2006-09-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:03:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"how we shld treasure ppl around us before it's &lt;em&gt;too late&lt;/em&gt; for regrets...how&lt;br /&gt;unexpected things can be sometimes...and speak up &lt;em&gt;instead of assuming that&lt;br /&gt;ppl&lt;br /&gt;can read your mind&lt;/em&gt;... "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normally, whatever meaningful things people say in life doesn't really reflect the way we &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; act, they only say it after &lt;em&gt;all has happened&lt;/em&gt;. Ironic isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-115735339360581070?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/115735339360581070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/115735339360581070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115735339360581070' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-114745904159156399</id><published>2006-05-13T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:37:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for making you cry, so many times. I can't help but to feel guilty, not because i made you cry but it is because you would forgive me time and again for inflicting pain on you. I'll say the things you hate to hear, i do and behave in ways that you don't like. Like someone who once mentioned to me, i treated you so hostile at times, even worse than how i treat a total stranger. That startled me for a moment, and made me remorse over it. But just what i learn from that? REVERT back to the same again. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just don't know why i'd act the way i did.. It is just unexplainable. I'm just ridiculous and maybe i'm asking too much from you. You are perfect in everyway and just what more can i ask for? You waited for me even when i cheated on you. To think that i still have the cheek to be with you after doing such things. I stooped so fucking low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do? What can i possibly do? I regretted hurting you and I want to be with you to make you happy, see you happy, but it is bullshit, I'm in fact inflicting more pain on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone teach me how to give people happiness? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-114745904159156399?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114745904159156399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114745904159156399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114745904159156399' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-114596887493395446</id><published>2006-04-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:41:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz.. I'm guilty and disappointed with myself... I'm starting to doubt myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-114596887493395446?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114596887493395446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114596887493395446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114596887493395446' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-114286806690340330</id><published>2006-03-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:21:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, on my own accord rather than by popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing to do, thus, decided to drop by and post a &lt;em&gt;Song of the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is to describe my feelings but it is not, the dream girl/guy in your mind doesn't cut it in reality. It is just a far fetch thought that will be fulfilled maybe let's say, 1 in a millionth. But, one shouldn't daydream that you'll be the &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby (x11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm So Glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Never Find Another Lover&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter Than You&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter Than You&lt;br /&gt;And I Will Never Find Another Lover&lt;br /&gt;More Precious Than You&lt;br /&gt;More Precious Than You&lt;br /&gt;Girl You Are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me You're Like My Mother,&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me You're Like My Father,&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me You're Like My Sister,&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me You're Like My Brother&lt;br /&gt;And You Are The Only One My Everything&lt;br /&gt;And For You This Song I Sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank God That&lt;br /&gt;I..That I Finally Found You&lt;br /&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Hope That You Feel The Same Way Too&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Pray That You Do Love Me Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Send You All That I'm Thinking Of........Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I Promise To Never Fall In Love With A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;You're All I'm Thinking Of&lt;br /&gt;I Praise The Lord Above&lt;br /&gt;For Sending Me Your Love&lt;br /&gt;I Cherish Every Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Life (Ohhhh..Baby, Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank God&lt;br /&gt;That I...That I Finally Found You&lt;br /&gt;All My LifeI Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Hope That You Feel The Same Way Too&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Pray That You Do Love Me&lt;br /&gt;I Really Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're All That I Ever Know,&lt;br /&gt;When You Smile All My Face Always Seems To Glow,&lt;br /&gt;You Turn My Life Around,&lt;br /&gt;You Pick Me Up When I Was Down,&lt;br /&gt;You're All That I Ever Know,&lt;br /&gt;When You Smile My Face Glow&lt;br /&gt;You Pick Me Up When I Was Down&lt;br /&gt;Say...You're All That I Ever Know&lt;br /&gt;When You Smile My Face Glows&lt;br /&gt;You Pick Me Up When I Was Down&lt;br /&gt;And I Hope That You&lt;br /&gt;Feel The Same Way Too&lt;br /&gt;Yes I Pray That You Do Love Me Too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank God&lt;br /&gt;That I..That I Finally Found You&lt;br /&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Pray That You Do Love Me Too&lt;/p&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank God&lt;br /&gt;That I ..That I Finally Found You&lt;br /&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Pray That You Do Love Me Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And All My Life&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed For Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank God That I...That I Finally Found You.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and smooth song here.. Kinda like it when i first listened to it over the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my thoughts, been through quite a bit recently. You know, no r/s is perfect or close to perfect, miscommunication happens here and there. Patient is needed, plenty. Its going to get mental from day one of a r/s. Many factors come into play, emotions, beliefs, trust, respect, lust &amp; many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on myself, i really hope i can be more respectful, more tactful, more attentive, more trusting, more caring and more loving to the one i love. Though nothing last forever, i just wanna make sure i have tried my very best when we're together. Then, I can say i have no regrets. There's this olden saying from don't-know-which old skool movie, &lt;em&gt;Bu zai hu tian chang di jiu,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Zi zai hu cheng jing yong you.&lt;/em&gt;  Maybe this is what it truly means..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-114286806690340330?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114286806690340330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/114286806690340330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114286806690340330' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-113204720312871859</id><published>2005-11-15T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:33:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my Dearest Granny, you will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we were not close since young due to the enmity between my father and your daughter, you would always treat me with hospitality whenever i went to your place. You would make iced milo for me, though i usually decline it and get myself a cup of plain water, i still appreciate it deep down in my heart. You would cook for me to eat though walking about ain't easy for you. You would give me additional allowance and force me to take it. You cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would be the better ending than for you to endure the pain and misery caused by the injuries you suffered. It will ease your pain, however, the pain of losing you will be passed on to us. We grief for your departure and its because we do care for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace Granny. Love you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-113204720312871859?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/113204720312871859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/113204720312871859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113204720312871859' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-112889289403467500</id><published>2005-10-10T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:21:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.. I'm back with some hot stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed up over the past few days man over some family matters... finally, abt 75% of the burden is lifted off my shoulders... but still there is a long way to go... I need to shoulder more responsibility from today onwards... I will not go into detail =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my god, a gay added me on Msn. Sad man... Wanted female to add me yet a fucking gay came and add me =D&lt;br /&gt;Well, being Xiang yi, i played along with him from the moment he messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohh... i thought he was the cute guy in the picture. if he was, maybe ill consider to gay with him =X he's such a &lt;em&gt;pretty boy&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went on to ask me about my friend's brother and wanted me to introduce him to jy(my friend's bro). he is interesting man, he admitted he is gay! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then... He was trying hard to bootlick me! He made me feel so old man!&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;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;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;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN OUT OF A SUDDEN! HE SENT ME THIS FUCKING PIC(he claimed it is a movie clip) OUT OF NOWHERE! Luckily MSN protected me from the gay boy! thanks MSN lol =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN &lt;em&gt;FUCK KNNCBLJPCB&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly change his display picture to THE PICTURE OF ME &amp; KHAI!&lt;br /&gt;NNBCB a fucking gay saved my pic on his flithy computer! Nvm, I can tahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grand Finale!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to his SOLE OBJECTIVE of hooking up with me! He revealed his true identity(SO FUCKING GAY FACE &amp; SMILE SEE ALREADY DULAN!).  The animated gif. he showed does not mean "Would you mind punching someone younger than you" He ACTUALLY meant "Would you mind fingering someone younger than you". This is so fucking SICK.(Although i'm sick too). Can you imagine me dirtying my bloody fingers on his fucking asshole?(maybe some of you ppl do think that way =P) DREAM ON BROTHER! NEVER EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Then i blocked him la~ I felt sad, someone needed me yet i rejected him.. I'm so bad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/gay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA BEI. I hope this is the last.. I want pretty girls to add me! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-112889289403467500?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/112889289403467500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/112889289403467500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112889289403467500' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-112686249809474416</id><published>2005-09-16T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:31:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The long awaited post???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to post pictures of my girlfriend here. Haiz.. sooner or later u all have to find out one.. 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Yet, we love each other like as if we have been steady for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/Zicarius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved &lt;em&gt;Zicarius or Zickie.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know why i gave her this name =/&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;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;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;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;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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/boliao.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught him slacking downstairs so i decided to snap his picture =X Haha.. Pai seh ah.. Not that artistic. The shades look like bikini hanging over his head like that =X  Can see that i  am darn &lt;em&gt;bo liao&lt;/em&gt; right? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-112686249809474416?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/112686249809474416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/112686249809474416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112686249809474416' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111989447352528488</id><published>2005-06-28T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:47:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I have passed my Practical 8. Its 1 mth and 28 days since i started Practical 1. The final thinggy i have to attend before getting license is the traffic police test which is on 11th of August. It is a long wait, about 5 weeks from now.. I can't get complacent at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test later today. im kind of nervous and i don't know why. and anyway, i started work yesterday! cant tell you guys more about that though! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you guys with some photos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Lessons in 13 Sessions and 1 Revision! The '2' is one which i overbook and can't cancel in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0251.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0255.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pract 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0257.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 demerit points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0259.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111989447352528488?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111989447352528488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111989447352528488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989447352528488' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111778332249280901</id><published>2005-06-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:22:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Pract 4 down! Hahah... Lemme seee... I think i should change this blog to "Progress of a Rider" . Haha.. Its 1 mth and 3 days since i started my pract! hope to finish by 2.5 mths =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111778332249280901?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111778332249280901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111778332249280901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111778332249280901' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111754927918669371</id><published>2005-05-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:21:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meowwwwwwwwwwww................ I'm at Pract 4! so happy! Tomorrow will be my first lesson on it! Passed Pract 3 on 25th! on the second try! Yay! Motor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111754927918669371?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111754927918669371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111754927918669371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111754927918669371' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111621936626654589</id><published>2005-05-16T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:56:06.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened recently.. Went to my motorcycle practical. Completed 1 and 2. Going to Pract 3 on wednesday. Anybody wanna have a ride when i get my license can start queueing now.. Haha.. Haven alot of things to blog about but well o well, i dun have a camera phone so i cant get the pictures! No pictures no blog! Haha.. Pork man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111621936626654589?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111621936626654589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111621936626654589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111621936626654589' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111498185647397818</id><published>2005-05-02T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T05:10:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/xxx.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0239x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/ca0a7eee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0237x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older car! Haha.. Nowadays i cant get to slp before 3... Guessed that my biological clock is screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111498185647397818?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111498185647397818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111498185647397818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111498185647397818' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111494343918606526</id><published>2005-05-01T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:30:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0236x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0235x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0234x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0233x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0232x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0231x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated.. I ordered the wheels! Its coming! From kokapura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111494343918606526?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111494343918606526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111494343918606526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111494343918606526' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111486735762336582</id><published>2005-04-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:22:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/mx5side.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/mx5rear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/mx5front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. My car.. Wanna ride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111486735762336582?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111486735762336582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111486735762336582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111486735762336582' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111184978417963843</id><published>2005-03-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:12:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You Can Still Be Free" by My Beloved&lt;strong&gt; Savage Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool breeze and autumn leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slow motion daylight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lone pair of watchful eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oversee the living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the presence all around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tortured soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wound unhealing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No regrets or promises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past is gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can still be free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If time will set you free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time now to spread your wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To take to flight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The life endeavour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aim for the burning sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're trapped inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can still be free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If time will set you free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's a long long way to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep moving way up high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see the light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shines forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sail through the crimson skies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The purest light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light that sets you free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If time will set you free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sail through the wind and rain tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're free to fly tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can still be free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If time will set you free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And going higher than the mountain tops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And go high like the wind don't stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And go high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free to fly tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free to fly tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111184978417963843?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111184978417963843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111184978417963843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111184978417963843' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-111177796067067124</id><published>2005-03-26T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:12:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking Hell. Nowadays, the road users are fucking atrocious. Nv stop for a handicapped pedesterian like me at the zebra crossing and the x-junction. I could have die a few times there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XY XY XY XY XY XY XY! HAHAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-111177796067067124?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111177796067067124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/111177796067067124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111177796067067124' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110796170079711532</id><published>2005-02-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:08:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/actcute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the classical example of&lt;em&gt; living life in denial.&lt;/em&gt; You have to experience it to know it yourself. Haha... Relax one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110796170079711532?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110796170079711532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110796170079711532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796170079711532' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110794698263411194</id><published>2005-02-09T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:03:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well. Life is a bitch isn't it? It is not as if that i have something against female, but well, it is commonly used and i seems to find a better phrase to describe life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is a cruel cycle. You live 70 years and yet you only enjoy 20 years and suffer 50 years before dying on the sick bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young, your parents pamper you and give you what you &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt;, food &amp; clothing. What do they get in return? If they had you when they are in their 20's/ early 30's, they would probably have a longer and more enjoyable retirement. i.e you start work at 25 and they would probably be in their late 40's or early 50's and will have about 20 years to enjoy. What if, they had you at 40? What do they gain for the 25 yrs of care and concern that they showered on you? a meagre 5 or 10 years of attention from you? What if you are too busy with your own family? What is they are on the sick bed all the while? Ultimately, they does not gain anything. They just want to fulfill their job as parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, when the writer writes about such issue and yet, he is not appreciative of what his parents had done for him. Doesn't he deserve to burn in hell? Or get stoned to death? I don't know.  I think we, as children, should start to show more care and concern for our parents before its too late. I may be hard to strike up a conversation with your parents as the issues on mind are probably of different frequency. But well, you need not have a lengthy chat, a simple greeting is enough to foster the bonds between you guys. But, how to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... just some of my random thoughts. Pardon me for my so-so english and gramatical errors. I'm just average. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110794698263411194?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110794698263411194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110794698263411194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110794698263411194' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110771042268524257</id><published>2005-02-07T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T01:22:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0202copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;Team Idiots&lt;/em&gt;.  Kool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz tmr is my birthday. So fast yet so sad. I'm gonna get caning or go to jail if i commit any crime! haizzzzzzzzz =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110771042268524257?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110771042268524257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110771042268524257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110771042268524257' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110753493790391608</id><published>2005-02-05T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:35:37.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna let it all go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110753493790391608?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110753493790391608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110753493790391608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110753493790391608' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110749695666512767</id><published>2005-02-04T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:02:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xy: u gonna be happy and keep smiling. its a matter or ur choice. no matter how bad e situation may seemed, u will go through it and go OVER it. LOOK! u juz completed the burdensome project. who say it cannot be done? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;happy pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110749695666512767?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110749695666512767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110749695666512767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749695666512767' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110744962187984748</id><published>2005-02-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:53:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! I'm back! I'm in a buoyant mood now so i'm blogging! Why?, you may ask. I have just shrugged off a massive burden! Phew! Not gonna elaborate but it's school work and not sexual harassment or any sort of things along that line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Time to update on the SRRR event at the &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0203copy.jpg"&gt;Singapore River&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday. I was there volunteering to represent SP Sports Club, basically just to rip CCA points off SAAA. Ohh ya, I was there to record the scores and to pass them to the score keepers at the other end of the &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0141copy.jpg"&gt;river&lt;/a&gt;, some 300 metres away. Luckily, we took turns to run. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of activities going on there and the main thing was of course, the raft race. In addition to the usual raft race, there was a new catagory opened this year which was the "&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0104copy.jpg"&gt;Walking on Waters&lt;/a&gt;" race. Sadly, it was won by a &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0103copy.jpg"&gt;female&lt;/a&gt;, beating all male competitors by at least 30 secs. What a shame. Back to the raft race, i'm proud to announce that our teams from Design &amp; Environment had done SP proud. They came in first place, second place and fifth place, in between them was students from the Japanese school and Ngee Ann Poly. Congratulations. Our boys triumphant, &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0190copy.jpg"&gt;DE Killers (2nd) and DE (Dunno what i forgot,Haha). &lt;/a&gt;They smashed the meet record on their way to victory. The race ended at about 3pm and the participants proceeded to the prize presentation(which i skipped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I fooled around towards the end of the event and we took some phenomenal pictures. A &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0140copy.jpg"&gt;random shot &lt;/a&gt;by me, the building is slanting or my hands are slanted? =/ The elite attention grabber &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0208copy.jpg"&gt;Azree&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;zee zee&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Orang Minyak&lt;/em&gt; (Oily Man in Malay) ala Spi...... (Sorry, I can't reveal his codename), did some wonderful stunts again.  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0121copy.jpg"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a photo of his stunt and &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0112copy.jpg"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; another, stunning isn't it? Not until you know what actually was he standing on. He was actually standing on top of the supporting lynchpin of the bridge connecting the Singapore river. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0117copy.jpg"&gt;He's&lt;/a&gt; on top of the world? Is he a &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0113copy.jpg"&gt;superhero&lt;/a&gt;? How about doing a Sylvester Sim gig &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0120copy.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;? Or is &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0118copy.jpg"&gt;he&lt;/a&gt; the patriotic citizen that the government wants? Anyway, he was using the wrong hand.. Haha.. So now you all know why he is the most sought after property in SP, it was rumoured that girls will go crazy over him and chasing him all around the school. That was what HE said. HAHA... I can't agree more*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we proceeded to LJS at City Hall to have our tea break. The service was poor, the aircon was leaking water and lastly, the chicken was small ! Hafiz acutally said it look more like a &lt;em&gt;Goreng Pisang&lt;/em&gt; to him. After that we went home and RELAX. It was a day well spent and 4 CCA points in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some on the pictures, the best i took to date, en route to LJS at City Hall. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0205copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0206copy.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is my longest ever entry to date! Though its full of bullshyt, i'm nonetheless proud of myself! Anyway, Happy New Year in advance to all(all races, i'm not racist). But bear in mind, New Year Eve is a significant day. Rumoured that an &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0131copy.jpg"&gt;idiot&lt;/a&gt; was born on that day, which causes an eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! It's late and i have a test tomorrow! Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is so thick-skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110744962187984748?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110744962187984748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110744962187984748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110744962187984748' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110708121815632778</id><published>2005-01-30T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:33:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sneak preview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0121copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110708121815632778?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110708121815632778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110708121815632778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110708121815632778' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110687806636864744</id><published>2005-01-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:07:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright dudes! I'm back by popular demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to continue on the topic that i'm "POOR" or FUCKING "POOR".  I have to say that i have chosen a risky path, which is to bet on soccer matches. As XY once said in his book, The &lt;em&gt;Tainted Life&lt;/em&gt;, Life is all about taking risks. Thus, I chose the path... But frankly speaking, I'm good at betting man or should i say i'm good at giving  money to SingaporePools for no apparent reasons. As my friend Confucius(Darren Yeo) or what shyt once said, 'once you bet, you will be forever stuck in a POVERTY CYCLE'. I think he is darn accurate and i shall recommend him to be a fortune teller or what. I'm trapped in a poverty cycle now with no money to buy NEW YEAR clothings! Damn it! If i could turn back time, I will grabbed the money from my father b4 quarreling with him! How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, next week is a grueling and torturous week. I'm getting ready in my kevlar coat to face the battle with my head held high! I'm the best person to ever grace this mortal world, don't you guys agree? My fart refreshes the polluted air, my godly aura lights up the world Earth and my armpit darkens the Earth at night. How sweet right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Enough of this bullshyt, i'm in the middle of a lesson now. Catch up with you guys later, in a few hours? I certainly hoped so. I'mma gonna let my eyes do the work oogling at the babes(actually hunks, i'm gay.) during lunch to recharge my POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110687806636864744?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110687806636864744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110687806636864744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110687806636864744' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110684702188581199</id><published>2005-01-28T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:34:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wassup to dudes out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! My life is getting miserable as the days pass by. Well, I have just finished hanging my laundry(lingerie) and thus to end my day, i BLOG. Been washing the clothes by MYSELF ever since the VOLCANO erupted a week back. Is this the independence that i sought for 17 yrs(almost 18years)? Haha(Fake laughter though)... I think doing the laundry is actually FUN! I can take the chance to add more fabric softener so i smell better?*Evil Grin* unlike someone... Yes! that's you! I can also waste Singapore's water by changing the water level to HIGH all the time to wash just 5 shirts? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much atmosphere at home, the only sound you can hear is the incessant humming of the fan's engine. So dramatic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On money terms, I'm POOR, FUCKING POOR. Pardon me for my language though but the blog is for me to vent frustration!!! My bank balance is diminishing by day and i can't find any means to bring it back to the $100 mark! If i were to increase it, i would have to do part time job which means i'll have to sacrifice my schoolwork! How can I RIGHT! I COULD! BUT, i think i sinned bad in my past life, and fucking group mates come about like J.LO changing husband. I have to do the truckload of project and shit MOSTLY by myself. Luckily, I'm mild-mannered by nature, i took it in my stride and MARCH ON TO GLORY(C Grade I think)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why am i talking cock here so late at night when i have a fucking 8am lesson later? Er... I'll be back in a few hours though. Stay tuned and anyway, in time to come, there will be a special guest appearing on my blog. Er.. I mean writing on my blog. His/her identity remains a mystery to me but i do know one special characteristic he/she possesses. He/She makes head turns when he/she sashays down the corridor or what la. Not because of looks though, its his/her ......... To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time to get my ass off this not-so-comfortable seat of mine. Night dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My hours is days or weeks or months or even years like those of Heaven Time Zone (HTZ) +100000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110684702188581199?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110684702188581199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110684702188581199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110684702188581199' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110647685253142823</id><published>2005-01-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:51:28.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Nothing to do at home so i decided to post SONG of The Day =/ It's been a long time. Well, i can always use the excuse that 'i'm plain lazy' or 'i'm simply busy!' Damn, i have unravel 2 gems! Precious ones too =X they are Kelly Clarkson and Lindsay Lohan(Lowen). Damn it, their album is &lt;strong&gt;SIMPLY &lt;/strong&gt;wonderful !!! But, i have decided to post Kelli's song as i like her more than Lindsie(MY GOOD FRIEND HAHHA!) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not let myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fell so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lose my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of youI try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favourite 2 songs from Kelli's album but the rest are just as good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110647685253142823?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110647685253142823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110647685253142823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110647685253142823' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110631284906354064</id><published>2005-01-21T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:07:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes&lt;br /&gt;and a couple&lt;br /&gt;of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and&lt;br /&gt;ask "How could&lt;br /&gt;you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a&lt;br /&gt;bellyrub. My&lt;br /&gt;housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you&lt;br /&gt;were terribly&lt;br /&gt;busy, but we worked on that together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not&lt;br /&gt;be any&lt;br /&gt;more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car&lt;br /&gt;rides, stops&lt;br /&gt;for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad&lt;br /&gt;for dogs" you&lt;br /&gt;said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come&lt;br /&gt;home at the&lt;br /&gt;end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your&lt;br /&gt;career, and&lt;br /&gt;more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently,&lt;br /&gt;comforted&lt;br /&gt;you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you&lt;br /&gt;about bad&lt;br /&gt;decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you&lt;br /&gt;fell in&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I&lt;br /&gt;welcomed her into our&lt;br /&gt;home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy&lt;br /&gt;because you&lt;br /&gt;were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I&lt;br /&gt;spent&lt;br /&gt;most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;how I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my&lt;br /&gt;fur and&lt;br /&gt;pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;investigated&lt;br /&gt;my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about&lt;br /&gt;them and&lt;br /&gt;their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I&lt;br /&gt;would've&lt;br /&gt;defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their&lt;br /&gt;beds and&lt;br /&gt;listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited&lt;br /&gt;for the&lt;br /&gt;sound of your car in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog,&lt;br /&gt;that you&lt;br /&gt;produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories&lt;br /&gt;about me.&lt;br /&gt;These past few years, you just answered "yes" and&lt;br /&gt;changed the subject. I&lt;br /&gt;had gone from being "your dog" to "just a&lt;br /&gt;dog," and you resented every&lt;br /&gt;expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you&lt;br /&gt;and they&lt;br /&gt;will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've&lt;br /&gt;made the&lt;br /&gt;right decision for your "family," but there was a time&lt;br /&gt;when I was your only&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal&lt;br /&gt;shelter. It&lt;br /&gt;smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled&lt;br /&gt;out the&lt;br /&gt;paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for&lt;br /&gt;her." They&lt;br /&gt;shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the&lt;br /&gt;realities facing a&lt;br /&gt;middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he&lt;br /&gt;screamed "No,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for&lt;br /&gt;him, and what&lt;br /&gt;lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,&lt;br /&gt;about love&lt;br /&gt;and responsibility, and about respect for all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and&lt;br /&gt;politely&lt;br /&gt;refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline&lt;br /&gt;to meet&lt;br /&gt;and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no&lt;br /&gt;attempt to&lt;br /&gt;find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked&lt;br /&gt;"How could&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy&lt;br /&gt;schedules&lt;br /&gt;allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.&lt;br /&gt;At first,&lt;br /&gt;whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it&lt;br /&gt;was you&lt;br /&gt;that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad&lt;br /&gt;dream... or I&lt;br /&gt;hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for&lt;br /&gt;attention of&lt;br /&gt;happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far&lt;br /&gt;corner and&lt;br /&gt;waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of&lt;br /&gt;the day, and&lt;br /&gt;I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my&lt;br /&gt;ears, and&lt;br /&gt;told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what&lt;br /&gt;was to come,&lt;br /&gt;but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had&lt;br /&gt;run out of&lt;br /&gt;days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden&lt;br /&gt;which she&lt;br /&gt;bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran&lt;br /&gt;down her&lt;br /&gt;cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.&lt;br /&gt;As I felt&lt;br /&gt;the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm&lt;br /&gt;so sorry." She&lt;br /&gt;hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I&lt;br /&gt;went to a&lt;br /&gt;better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;or have&lt;br /&gt;to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;earthly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a&lt;br /&gt;thump of my&lt;br /&gt;tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.&lt;br /&gt;It was directed at&lt;br /&gt;you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of&lt;br /&gt;you and wait&lt;br /&gt;for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you&lt;br /&gt;so much loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this story from my sister's blog. I find it meaningful enough to share with you guys. Sad sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110631284906354064?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110631284906354064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110631284906354064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631284906354064' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110631245347945189</id><published>2005-01-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:02:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! I'm back. Damn, i'm feeling kind of lost now. Been through plenty of trauma but this is the worst so far. Ain't gonna elaborate on it as it is a family issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, is it your dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/652034l1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, can u imagine if it is in a rage? You wouldn't want to be in the guy's shoe =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110631245347945189?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110631245347945189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110631245347945189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631245347945189' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110457885941236734</id><published>2005-01-01T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:27:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Went to The Nation's Countdown @ Sentosa! Haha... Video-ed Taufiq Batisah's 'I Dream' Music Video and 'Live' Performance. Therefore, only a few pictures! Haha.. Relax one corner dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0065i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0066i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110457885941236734?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110457885941236734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110457885941236734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457885941236734' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110339945369756648</id><published>2004-12-19T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:50:53.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow Wow Wow. I'm back! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from riding, rode for about 2 hour plus... During this trip, i came to realise that determination is an integral part in getting things done. Was glad i had it with me today. Tried about 20 times jumping onto the ledge and manual. In between, there was some that almost covered the whole distance but didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows it all, what i was trying to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/trick.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this ledge, abt 50 cm in height, 60 cm wide and 5 metres long, as shown in the picture. (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, You have to bunnyhop up the ledge, which is the simpler part.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you have to make sure that you have some clearance so that you can tap by back wheel onto the ledge(the front as high as ever). This is the most crucial part of the trick as any misbalance or miscued angle will cause you to the front wheel to drop or causing u to loop out(falling backwards).&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, balance the bike for the rest of the 5 metres, using ur legs and arms to sway the bike to and fro(if necessary).&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, when reaching the last 50 CM of the ledge, lean forward and bunnyhop off the ledge! There you go!&lt;br /&gt;A bunnyhop to manual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this trick, i felt so emphatic and i pumped my fist in the air! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i rode to another street with a long road divider(those black and white concrete in the middle of the road). It was deserted, so, im up to mischief yet again! This was much lower but it was longer and more challenging as u have to bunnyhop sideways to get on it! tried about 15 times to get a smooth one though i did not cover the whole ledge! But it was s-mooooooooooooooth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I went to Fengshan Food Centre, which is the well known 85! =X I ate Yong Tau Hu. It was not as nice as the uncle was tending the store and not the beleaguered auntie i know! My sis ex- was there too(he is working for the well known chai chee pork porridge) and we talked for abt 5 mins. I ate my food and *poof*, I was home in a whisker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night dudes! I'm going to bathe le! Then slp liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110339945369756648?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110339945369756648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110339945369756648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110339945369756648' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110226084233493379</id><published>2004-12-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:34:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so moody now. Lonely, plenty of thoughts, unfulfilled expectations, broken promises, shattered dreams, destroyed virtues. Which way to go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110226084233493379?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110226084233493379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110226084233493379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226084233493379' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110192668240892232</id><published>2004-12-02T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:44:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pls pls pls. People, don't fucking discriminate! Taufiq was a worthy Singapore Idol winner. Don't be a fucking typical chinese who has no life to say that a huan na has won. Syl a Bon Jovi wannabe? He chose the wrong song i guess. Maybe the 85 porridge he ate the day b4 the finals spoilt his voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110192668240892232?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110192668240892232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110192668240892232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192668240892232' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-110148594039317586</id><published>2004-11-27T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:19:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received an email from an important person complaining that i did not blog often enough. Thus, to prevent my license from being withdrawn, i'm compelled to post this entry. Hope you guys enjoy the song and relac one corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nelly Feat. Christina Aguilera - Tilt ya head back ("and relac one corner"- Quoted from ShortFart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, that's tight (uh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check it, drop the drum right (hmmm..yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put some horns in it..woo! (that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do it again (yeah yeah, ha oooh oooh alright, ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give her what she want, give her what she want uh [repeat]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 1: Christina]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see you lookin', uhlike what you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, now don't be shy and look at her face in opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Nelly (Christina):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's right ya know (uh uh), she's right (ah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, she's right ya know (uh uh), she's right (ow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Christina (Nelly):]It's just so easy to see (to see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't do that type of thing all the time, yeah(You want me to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come here boyI got a little something for ya(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 2: Nelly]Now situations, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They often change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes for the good Sometimes for the bad, but who's to blame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Christina (Nelly):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's right ya know (uh uh), he's right (oh babygirl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's right ya know (uh uh), he's right, OW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Nelly (Christina):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Christina (Nelly):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just so easy to see (to see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't do that type of thing all the time, yeah(You want me to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come here boyI got a little something for ya(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)(Everybody says)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hustle for me, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 3: Christina]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, you got some nerve thinking you're so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a little bit of thatA little bit of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little bit of backWith a little bit of *beep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Nelly (Christina):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Christina (Nelly):]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just so easy to see (to see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't do that type of thing all the tiiiiiiiiiiiime(You want me to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come here boyI got a little something for ya(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey! (Give her what she want, give her what she want uh) [repeat 'til end]oooohooooh, oooh yea, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Nelly!Nelly, Nelly, you make me so sweaty babyyeayeayeayeayeayea OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-110148594039317586?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110148594039317586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/110148594039317586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148594039317586' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109999514194596089</id><published>2004-11-09T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:12:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, kind of bored, lonely, lifeless, jobless, goalless, pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keane - She has no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think your days are uneventful&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever thinks about you&lt;br /&gt;She goes her own way&lt;br /&gt;She goes her own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think your days are ordinary&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever thinks about you&lt;br /&gt;But we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;And she can hardly breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She says she has no time for you now&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;And think about the day she found you&lt;br /&gt;Or lie to yourself&lt;br /&gt;And see it all dissolve around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She says she has no time for you now&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time for you now&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lonely people tumble downwards&lt;br /&gt;My heart opens up to you&lt;br /&gt;When she says she has no time for you now&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time for you now&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109999514194596089?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109999514194596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109999514194596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109999514194596089' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109993011049041648</id><published>2004-11-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T00:08:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/fudgie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Dog to the rescue! Haha. So lame ,but well, you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring man, i want to workkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, go to Song of the Day la. No link right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AKON feat Styles P. - Locked Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Styles P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locked up, they won't let me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I had a long day in court **** stressed me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm headed to the county, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta do a bid here, im used to living luxurous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The phones is broke, the food is garbage, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sp's the same i still murk ya manz'z , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drug money to rap money work advances, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niggas ran and told that i shoulda murked to kansas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niga got popped for a murda attempt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knocked me on d block when i was burning the hemph, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locked up and they wont let me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i hit my cell block, niggas know to get me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[AKON]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im steady tryna find a motive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Why do why i go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freedom aint gettin no closer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how far i go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My car is stolen, no registration, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cops partolin, and now they done stop me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i get locked up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they won't let me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Akon]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headin up town to re up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back with a couple keys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corner blocks on fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under covers dressed as feens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makin so much money, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ride up smooth and fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put away the stash, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they won't let me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Styles P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that im locked up i rep two sets so Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two tooth brushes up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever wanted with p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i walk by nigga get up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz im locked up they cant get me out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go and hit the bar when the reds be out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait for the day when they let me out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Akon]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz visitation no longer comes by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like they forgot about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Commissary is getting empty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cell mates getting food without me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead I get locked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my nigga im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz im locked up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well well, the song lyrics is kind of shyt but well RAP, yo yo u know yo. Anyway, this songs is quite meaningful. In life, we get locked up in all kind of shyt, relationship, or other shyt. Man, i hope u guys know what i mean. =/ Get Freedom! Fight for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109993011049041648?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109993011049041648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109993011049041648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109993011049041648' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109979418070090208</id><published>2004-11-07T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:23:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, nice song here. I would be ideal if u have a noise cancelling headphone as good as those at HMV - CityLink Mall. Then turn on the volume loud and enjoy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna be ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;What it's like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109979418070090208?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109979418070090208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109979418070090208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109979418070090208' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109979369427422007</id><published>2004-11-07T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:14:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Long time never update. Was plain L-a-z-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/timecover10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he shld win? I kind of like him though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109979369427422007?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109979369427422007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109979369427422007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109979369427422007' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109705989657828664</id><published>2004-10-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T18:51:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.. Bad day... As expected, we lost the tie. We drew 3-3 and we lost on penalties yet again... Was kind of disappointed... We squandered a 2 goal lead... Haiz... But well well, we gave them a hell of a time? They were 20? while we were 17s and 16s? Kool. We need strong mentality so as not to lapse at critical moment. Ok later. Will post the pick of the day later? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109705989657828664?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109705989657828664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109705989657828664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109705989657828664' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109698994462767278</id><published>2004-10-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:25:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dudes out there, i'm back! Okay.. Nothing much to talk about today. Kind of nervous about tomorrow's big match. I have a hamstring strain right now and my knee hurts... I hope they will heal by tomorrow? fat hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Today's Pick is Smash!! with Talk to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smash!! - Talk to Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Every night I hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid the way cannot without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I misunderstand&lt;br /&gt;But when I reach and touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;You seem a million miles away from me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby but I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see&lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything it takes to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;Wherever so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you turn away&lt;br /&gt;Can't be any words that I imagine&lt;br /&gt;You gotta tell me what you need from me&lt;br /&gt;To hold you close or set you free&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just wanna see your smile again&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help you if you keep me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Open up your breaking heart and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see&lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything it takes to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;SOLO GUITAR&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ease the pain you're going through&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see&lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything its takes you make it right&lt;br /&gt;Should I hold you close or set you free to fly?&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109698994462767278?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109698994462767278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109698994462767278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698994462767278' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109689804611082438</id><published>2004-10-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:54:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeee-Ha. Today, I'm in the best of mood! To start off, we qualified for the TOP 16 of the SP street soccer! Well well well, we start off bad with a 2-2 draw(we lost on penalties) before managing a 2-1 win and followed by a rampant 5-2 victory. Well the knock-out stages will be on wednesday, but i have doubt that we will make it as all the teams are strong. BUT we will try our BEST as the underdogs! Squad: Saul(GK) Me(DL) Azress(DR) M.Hafiz(SC) Sub: Osnan(DR). Pray for us please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the street soccer thing. Now back to Pick of the Day. Today, itsssssssssss NORTH with their hit single, Glory of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;North - Glory of Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight it's very clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause we're both lying here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many things I wanna say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will always love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never leave you alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to lose you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could never make it alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a man who would fight for your honor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll live forever knowing together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You keep me standing tall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You help me through it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always strong when you're beside me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always needed you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a man who would fight for your honor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll live forever knowing together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like a knight in shining armor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a long time ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just in time I will save the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take you to my castle far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the man who will fight for your honor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're gonna live forever knowing together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We live forever knowing together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we did it all for the glory of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did it all for love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did it all for love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109689804611082438?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109689804611082438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109689804611082438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689804611082438' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109664093083828141</id><published>2004-10-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T22:28:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today i'll post 2 songs as i missed my entry yesterday =/ damn tired... shitty week. can finally rest tomorrow but only after my stupid test. PICK OF THE DAY!!!!!! Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keane - Bedshaped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many's the time I ran with you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rainy roads of your old town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many the lives we lived in each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And buried altogether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't laugh at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll follow me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the sun in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And down your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bedshaped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And legs of stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll knock my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And up we'll go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In white light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what do i know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do i know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you think i'm holding you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've fallen on the wayside now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't understand the same things as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Don't look away&lt;br /&gt;You'll follow me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sun in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And down your own&lt;br /&gt;Bedshaped&lt;br /&gt;And legs of stone&lt;br /&gt;You'll knock my door&lt;br /&gt;And up we'll go&lt;br /&gt;In white light&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And up we'll go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In white light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what do i know&lt;br /&gt;What do i know?&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keane - Somewhere only We know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked acrossed an empty land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came across a fallen tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the the place that i've been dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why don't we go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instrumental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why don't we go Somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109664093083828141?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109664093083828141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109664093083828141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664093083828141' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109646774199333584</id><published>2004-09-29T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:22:21.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i am so tired... Slept at 5.30 am this morning. Kind of moody, that's why i chose this song for Pick of The Day... Enjoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O-Town -All Or Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know when he's been on your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That distant look is in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought with time you'd realize it's over, over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not the way I choose to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And something somewhere's gotta give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As sharing in this relationship gets older, older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I'd fight for you but how could I fight someone who isn't even there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you I don't care if that's not fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it allOr are we just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are time it seems to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sharing you with memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel it in my heart but I don't show it , show it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there's times you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As though I'm all that you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those times I don't believe it's right I know it , know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make me promises baby you never did know how to keep them well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the rest of you now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the best of you it's time to show and tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or are we just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could lose it all if you've got no more room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more inside for me in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or Nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's now or never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or Nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or are we just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109646774199333584?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109646774199333584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109646774199333584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109646774199333584' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109638304930154859</id><published>2004-09-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:50:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Pick of the Day is........... Hilary Duff with Fly! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hilary Duff - Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any moment everything can change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a minute all the world can wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let go of your yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you feel it in your soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you trust this longing and take control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can deny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and start to try 'cus it's your time, time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All your worries, leave them somewhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find a dream you can follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach for something when there's nothing left and the world's feeling hollow&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you feel it in your soul? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you trust this longing and take control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can deny and start to try 'cus it's your time, time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when your down and feeling low, just want to run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust yourself and don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you better than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any moment everything can change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a minute all the world can wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let go of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;]Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can deny and start to try 'cus it's your time, time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can deny and start to try 'cus it's your time, time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any moment everything can change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109638304930154859?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109638304930154859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109638304930154859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109638304930154859' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109628091857907484</id><published>2004-09-27T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:28:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well! From today, i'll start a daily post(hopefully) called Pick of The Day. It's music of cause. And... For today, Its, SwitchFoot with Dare You to Move. The OST for Shrek 2? Anyone? Go download and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SwitchFoot - Dare You To Move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tension is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tension is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today never happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salvation is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to lift yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lift yourself up off the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today never happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today never happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today never happened before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109628091857907484?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109628091857907484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109628091857907484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628091857907484' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109618880757174991</id><published>2004-09-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T16:53:27.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to blog ah... Got 5 projects on hand. Haha.. Not stress  ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keane - We might as well be strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know your face no more&lt;br /&gt;Or feel your touch that I adore&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your face no more&lt;br /&gt;It's just a place I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;We might as well be strangers in another town&lt;br /&gt;We might as well be living in a different world&lt;br /&gt;We might as well&lt;br /&gt;We might as well&lt;br /&gt;We might as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know your thoughts these days&lt;br /&gt;We're strangers in an empty space&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be strangers in another town&lt;br /&gt;We might as well be living in a another time&lt;br /&gt;We might as well&lt;br /&gt;We might as well&lt;br /&gt;We might as well be strangers&lt;br /&gt;Be strangers&lt;br /&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;br /&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;br /&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;br /&gt;For all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109618880757174991?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109618880757174991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109618880757174991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109618880757174991' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109552316224536565</id><published>2004-09-18T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:59:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry ah... Very busy nowadays doing nothing... So no time to update the blog. Nothing interesting to see also la unless i went for some event. If i am not busy then i see if i'll post the President Challenge carnival pictures up .Ahhhhh... Nothing much to write about. Nothing much happened. Just the routine stuffs, riding and playing soccer. Discarded some old memories while cleaning up my room... It is not as lively as before. I can only hear the typing sound clicking away late at night. Better stop here. Getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109552316224536565?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109552316224536565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109552316224536565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552316224536565' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109457271770445402</id><published>2004-09-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:58:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy Son - Ronin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all fair in love and war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ground me, hound me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it don't matter no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No reasons left to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna be a rock star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strap on my busted old guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRE CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama, don't you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama, all I wanna do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama, don't you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama, all I wanna do is play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a rock n' roll band (X4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care if it's right or wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know the road is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me anything you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRE CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pulling pages from a magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stared life in the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm never gonna live a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you'd better understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see this through till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRIDGECHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;END &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109457271770445402?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109457271770445402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109457271770445402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457271770445402' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109403658247137183</id><published>2004-09-01T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:03:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well.. People said that JC life is stressful BUT i can say that Poly life is equally stressful. Why is it so? It is partially because the schedule is not as hectic as that of JC's which in turn create another problem - lack of activities. Ever since i entered poly, i have been slacking around. I have alot of time for alot of things but nothing is done.&lt;/span&gt; I think the bonding at Poly is less strong as we usually do not communicate with others alot. There is so many people you see everyday, in lectures, in the canteens but you will hardly ever talk to any of them. The feeling is like seeing strangers with weird dressing, weird hairdos, weird face and weird personality everywhere. @ JC at least you all have one thing in common - the uniform. Well well well, Where is the girl that i have been waiting for? Who are you? Where are you hiding? How do you look like? Why is it you? Where did you come from? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maroon i guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109403658247137183?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109403658247137183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109403658247137183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403658247137183' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109360323574254707</id><published>2004-08-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:40:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very lazy to do things ah... No sense of urgency has made my life stressful. I only have fun on my mind - playing soccer and riding my bike. No other form of recreational activities? I think so... I think my social circle has shrunk tremendously... I don't think i am wise enough for my age, i am not ready for Polytechnic life. I'm just so behind time. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109360323574254707?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109360323574254707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109360323574254707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360323574254707' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109334969310765957</id><published>2004-08-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:14:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Annual Skydiving Event organized by Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocking climbing wall at the event. It was the Safra Booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joustling station at the AXN booth which i was helping out at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Team Singapore performers. They are the same group that performed for the National Day parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice scenery isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tandem jump, which is a jump that consist one professional diver guiding an amateur by jumping with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osnan, Azree (The Ah Pek) &amp; Saul. (Left To Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz &amp; Darren (Left To Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.roninriot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ronin&lt;/a&gt; was by far the best band that performed at the 1st Annual Skydiving Festival with their powerful vocals and rhythmic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109334969310765957?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109334969310765957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109334969310765957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109334969310765957' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109214196027559349</id><published>2004-08-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T20:46:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah... Some Pictures Abit Overexposed. But don't care lah... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109214196027559349?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109214196027559349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109214196027559349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109214196027559349' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-109041554087777667</id><published>2004-07-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:12:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian Sian Sian... Nothing to do man.. Nothing to eat. Getting lazy to do hw, blog, ride,blah blah. How i wish every hour and minute of my day is occupied, doing things i like... Then, i'll nv grumble.. Haha... Test soon, i have a feeling that i will fail many of them-imminent. Hahaz.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, tmr go school at 11. nice nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-109041554087777667?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109041554087777667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/109041554087777667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041554087777667' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108955920423841206</id><published>2004-07-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:20:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Nothing to do... Forget to buy ball today... I'm high on luck these few days... My Father struck 4D but $500 nia, better than nothing la. I think that i am a failure at times... Can't seems to focus on what i want to do, got distracted by things easily. Wanted to learn tail-whip so long ago but now still stuck at the landing process. Haiz... Phone spoil leh, anyone got extra phone to sell or what? I think it is almost time to sleep, there will be school tomorrow... should be a short day since the tutorials so little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108955920423841206?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108955920423841206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108955920423841206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955920423841206' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108946818653596330</id><published>2004-07-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T22:03:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah... Recently, I found out that i fell in love in something else too. And... That's Chilli, i think i had chilli for every meal since last monday and the best part is that when i crap, i feel my ass on fire. Haha... I'm kind of immune to chilli now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today, i smsed the girl and finally i got a reply from her. She's fierce, and has a strong character. But well, we don't know each other well though. Can see that she don't want to sms me, so never mind la. Hiya, i think i concentrate on biking better lahz. Nowadays, girls are getting crappy. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108946818653596330?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108946818653596330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108946818653596330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108946818653596330' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108938373687396654</id><published>2004-07-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:35:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i am starting to fall in love again... I get this feeling that is so hard to resist, i messaged someone who in my opinion, don't even take a second look at guys like me. But, I don't know why i have 2 opposing forces in me trying to fight the hell out of each other. Sometimes i get the feeling of 'courage', sometimes i just brush off the feeling. Well, she is not those 'elites' kind of girl but well, her eyes is so captivating and i like her red red lips(even without lipstick). She has got a funny face,those type of face that makes me want to laugh out loud. But, i think i am not in love. I think it is just that my distorted brain cells is acting up again. I think i have a fetish for girls who is sweet, soft-spoken yet 'cold' looking. I hope i can see her everyday yet i hope i won't see her everyday. I didn't even tell her my name when i messaged her, i just want to be friends you see... I'm kind of afraid that if i tell her who i am, she would stop messaging me. But well, most of the time is i message her first. Haha... die liao lah. She so basket sia, i don't want to tell her my name she don't want to reply. So knn sia. Feel like bashing her up. LOL ki siao liao. ok stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108938373687396654?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108938373687396654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108938373687396654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108938373687396654' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108875555336517025</id><published>2004-07-02T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:05:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to do. Just drop by to type some words. See if later at night got time to blog then blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108875555336517025?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108875555336517025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108875555336517025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108875555336517025' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108843272234694740</id><published>2004-06-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:25:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This month is the month of jinx. Alot of crap happened to me. Shattered lcd, lost of important documents, lost plenty of money, got blamed for nothing. All of it. But, a new month is starting soon and i looked forward to it. Enjoyed the St John's camp very much. It was fun filled and the people are nice!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108843272234694740?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108843272234694740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108843272234694740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843272234694740' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108800618383630257</id><published>2004-06-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:56:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well well... It has been a long time... Everything has to settle down, just like the dust in the air. It has been a long time since i sat down in front of the computer and really run through my thoughts before blogging. Materialistic. Do not underestimate this word. It makes the people greedy, making them turn to underhand means to get what they want. I am materialistic but i don't have the luxury to choose, i am bounded by what i have now. I am contented but i crave for more. I think this is the mentality of youngsters nowadays. What i truely want now, is a LIFE. I have one---gaming,riding,photography and running. I need a social circle, a companion. BUT, on second thoughts, i don't really need it. I really hope school term start fast, so i can indulge in sports,mrt riding and books. I messed up my holidays. I should be training real hard but i stopped at the first week. Thus, to compensate, I will enjoy myself for the rest of the holidays. Well, It is late. I should get going, take a bath and turn in. Good Night Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108800618383630257?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108800618383630257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108800618383630257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800618383630257' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108788017226301979</id><published>2004-06-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:56:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho... Very sian ah but i like it. Need not listen to ppl kao pei... Haha... Later gonna go riding. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108788017226301979?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108788017226301979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108788017226301979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788017226301979' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108774238082149347</id><published>2004-06-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:39:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0015.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0027.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0030.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0034.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0033.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0035.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0036.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0056.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0055.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0060.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0066.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0067.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0069.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0068.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0073.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0072.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0071.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0085.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/IMG_0083.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108774238082149347?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108774238082149347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108774238082149347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108774238082149347' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108711565761190697</id><published>2004-06-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T16:34:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays not free to blog, played whole day ride whole day. Nothing happen too. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108711565761190697?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108711565761190697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108711565761190697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108711565761190697' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108703444569768514</id><published>2004-06-12T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T16:33:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jie wan - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Ivan - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Ming kun - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Darren - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Veralynn - pending&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Bin - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Wen Cong - pending&lt;br /&gt;Serene Huang - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah - pending&lt;br /&gt;Frankie - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Seng Hee - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Eugene - pending&lt;br /&gt;Abriel - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Jia Sheng - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Jerry - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Me - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Serene Pok - pending&lt;br /&gt;Thiam Aik - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Wei Guang - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Food - Need Contribution Or Else We Will Starve =/&lt;br /&gt;Acessories - Soccer Ball, Radio, Baygon, Ice Box, Laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108703444569768514?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108703444569768514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108703444569768514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703444569768514' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108688503485690397</id><published>2004-06-11T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:36:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah lan eh... Gastric pain today. Then spend so much money. But nvm, I got myself a pic of &lt;a href="http://img61.photobucket.com/albums/v185/toopit/carrie800x600.jpg"&gt; Carrie Chong Pei Joe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108688503485690397?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108688503485690397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108688503485690397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688503485690397' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108679115273354163</id><published>2004-06-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:25:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Money Ah... Broke Broke Broke. Haiz... Very Bored At Home Nowadays... Its Either Go Out And Spent Money Or Stay At Home And Rot The Day Away... Went For A Movie Today, Watch Harry Potter III And The Changi Prisoner... Quite Nice La... A Twist From The Initial Story Line. From "Action Packed To Emotional". Haha... Boring. Sleep Liao La.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108679115273354163?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108679115273354163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108679115273354163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679115273354163' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108670852458975645</id><published>2004-06-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:01:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Long Nv Update Liaoz. Kind Of Lazy And Also There Were Not Much Events Going On. Nv Train, Nv Ride, Nv Go Out, Nv Work. Have Some Photos To Share. The Nikon Models At The PC Show 2004. I Worked For Nikon for my last 4 days at work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108670852458975645?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108670852458975645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108670852458975645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670852458975645' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108644338715422099</id><published>2004-06-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:49:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh... very disappointed. cannot go for the tamiya competition tmr =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108644338715422099?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108644338715422099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108644338715422099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108644338715422099' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108635858980739066</id><published>2004-06-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:16:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointed And Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108635858980739066?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108635858980739066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108635858980739066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635858980739066' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108627129079668474</id><published>2004-06-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:01:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108627129079668474?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108627129079668474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108627129079668474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627129079668474' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108609946634997661</id><published>2004-06-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:17:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, It had been a long time since i last updated the BLOG. Tomorrow will be my last day at NTUC BNA. I think i will miss those aunties,merchandisers and supervisors who treated me well, we had to part some day... I got a birthday cake from them back in Feb. It was sweet as that was the second time i get to celebrate my birthday. Haiz... As for those who treated me badly, I thank them for imparting me experience on the harsh world out there. They made me wiser and stronger. I don't know what to give them, I think the best way to thank them is to visit them often. I might even be tempted to go back during the holidays or even take up a part time job there although the pay is way too low. Guessed tomorrow will be a sad and tear-filled day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108609946634997661?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108609946634997661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108609946634997661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609946634997661' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108576004995656998</id><published>2004-05-29T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:00:49.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to ride today, manual manual all the way. haha, don't talk much liao, tmr training. must be focused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108576004995656998?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108576004995656998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108576004995656998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576004995656998' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108565295533370457</id><published>2004-05-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:35:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People, After So Long I Finally Could Get A Decent Picture Of Myself. Enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108565295533370457?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108565295533370457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108565295533370457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565295533370457' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108558379759296817</id><published>2004-05-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T23:03:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a movie today... My first in many almost 2 years... Didn't catch LOTR The Return Of The King due to the 'loss' of the companion that caught the first 2 episode with me. Thus, it seems meaningless to watch anymore. Wanted to catch so many movies... Haiz... Slacked again, no training, ate junk food. Ahhh engaged in betting, hope i win la if not moody. Haha... Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108558379759296817?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108558379759296817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108558379759296817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558379759296817' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108540708429416779</id><published>2004-05-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:33:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoyo... After half a month of training, i smashed my personal best of 19.08.31 mins but it is not due to my training, it is because of my shoe Asics Ds Trainer and the weather. The weather was cooling, no sun. The cool air i inhaled cooled my lungs, ease my pain. Therefore, I clocked a humble 18.56.73 mins... I hope i can improve on it... I want to hit below 18 mins. So, Please give me a hand everybody. Haha... Nothing much to say also. Dying inside to ride but to be healthy, i must sleep early. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108540708429416779?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108540708429416779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108540708429416779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540708429416779' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108532556418451167</id><published>2004-05-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T23:19:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoyed Riding Today. Rode a few street spots "founded" by me. Did some fun lines including transfer. Found a dirt like place to ride but it is grass =X Haha... Fun Fun Fun. Didn't dare to do a X-up transfer, did it so meekly. Haha... Wasted half of my day at home and tomorrow it is back to work. Haiz... No life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108532556418451167?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108532556418451167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108532556418451167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108532556418451167' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108524431165161095</id><published>2004-05-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:45:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man Utd 3 - 0 Millwall Fc. Finally something decent from Manchester United Football Club. My help is not needed anymore as my colleague managed to complete the moving today. Haha... Finally can rest well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108524431165161095?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108524431165161095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108524431165161095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108524431165161095' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108523129257730185</id><published>2004-05-22T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T21:08:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clocked 20.07.37 mins. Fucked up timing, been slacking for 3 days. Kind of regretted it. Gonna watch Man Utd Vs Millwall Tonight. Staked $20 on the match. Will ride after the match, my manual is getting shorter than ever. Tomorrow is my off-day but had to fork out part of it to help my colleague to move house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108523129257730185?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108523129257730185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108523129257730185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523129257730185' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108514993327639095</id><published>2004-05-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:32:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been slacking for the past two days. Didn't run, didn't ride. I lost my discipline. I indulged in junk food like Ngoh Hiang(5 Smell) and Mcdonald's. Fat and oily. Nothing much to update, I'm the same old crazy fella you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108514993327639095?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108514993327639095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108514993327639095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514993327639095' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108497925692242365</id><published>2004-05-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:41:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very bad day today. Didnt get a timing at the reservoir even though i ran. Forgot to bring my hp with me. Okay. An event is coming up, a chalet on the 16,17,18 of June At Costa Sands At Downtown East. It should be quite fun as all of us will get a new experience of cooking maggi using charcoal. Stay tuned ppl. Night. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie wan - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Ivan - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Ming kun - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Darren - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Veralynn - pending&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Bin - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Emmanual - confirmed (day 1)&lt;br /&gt;Wen Cong - pending&lt;br /&gt;Serene Huang - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah - pending&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie - pending&lt;br /&gt;Frankie - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Seng Hee - confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Eugene - pending&lt;br /&gt;Food - Satay, Otah, Fried Rice, Fried Noodles, Prawns, Sausages, Maggi(Supper)&lt;br /&gt;Acessories - Soccer Ball, Radio, Baygon, Ice Box, Laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108497925692242365?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108497925692242365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108497925692242365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497925692242365' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108480571110065211</id><published>2004-05-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:55:11.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19.31.18 Mins. That is what i have to say. Haha... Will Turn In Early, Tomorrow Going For Nikon Lecture. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108480571110065211?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108480571110065211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108480571110065211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480571110065211' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108472074290506699</id><published>2004-05-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:19:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Back. Feeling so fucked up cos my bike screwed up. My tire is uneven, it has a bump. I changed tire 4 times since i got that Odyssey Hazard Lite Rims set. Its not the rim's fault u see, its my brake(discarded 3mths ago). So, very hard to manual, must keep balancing. Haiz.. Too Bad no money to change tire. Can anyone fund me? This sums up my day. Nothing unusual happened today except that i help 2 china ladies do her bike. Cheers. Good Night Brothers And Sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108472074290506699?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108472074290506699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108472074290506699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472074290506699' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108462373445502377</id><published>2004-05-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T20:22:14.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored Bored Bored. My Brothers All Now Going Through Crisis. One Is Facing BGR Problems While The Other One Is Having Alot Of Problems In School(Due To His Popularity). Therefore, I Help Them To Destress Everyday By Running Almost Everyday. I'll Do A Fitness Update, I'm Almost Back To My Very Best. I Clocked 19.41.79 Mins For One Lap At The Reservoir. I'm Within Striking Distance Of My Personal Best, Which Is 19.08.22 Mins. Therefore, I Can Conclude I Improved Is Because Of My New Shoe, Asics DS Trainer, And Not That My Stamina Increased. So, People, You Want To Run Fast Must Buy Asics Shoes. Later, I'm Going To Ride. Anyone Wants To Join Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108462373445502377?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108462373445502377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108462373445502377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462373445502377' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-10845475837410652</id><published>2004-05-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:13:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You Mean Everything To Me". This Sentence Sounds Familiar. In One's Life, One Will Have A Person In Their Heart Which Is Very Important. The Rest You Figure Out Yourself What I Am Trying To Say. Slacked Today, Didn't Work Much, Didn't Train Much, Didn't Ride. Today Is Considered Below Par, Hope Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day. Tomorrow All The "Yao Gui" And "Big Shots" Will Come To NTUC. They "Want This And Want That, Ask This And Ask That". So, I Must Be Mentally Prepared. A Sudden Lost Of Words... To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-10845475837410652?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/10845475837410652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/10845475837410652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10845475837410652' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108445415901974702</id><published>2004-05-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:16:07.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edited And Shifted Some Stuff On The Blog. Added A Few Pictures. Check Out The Beauties And Hunks. Today Is My Off Day, Kind Of Enjoyed It. I Am Feeling Drained, Mentally And Physically. Time Flies, I Have Been Working For Almost Half A Year Now. I'm Kind Of Tired Of Working At The Same Place But The Thought Of Leaving Those Aunties Who Took Care Of Me For So Long Hurts Me Deep Down. See How Lor... My Friend, Jie Wan, Is No Longer The Girl You All Know. She Is Now Superwomen. Don't Bully Her Or You Will Regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108445415901974702?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108445415901974702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108445415901974702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445415901974702' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108437790780590914</id><published>2004-05-13T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:05:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Maro's blog and i felt that my english suck like hell. Can anyone guide me? I'm feeling very down because of this. Maybe I wanna email or write in to Aggie(The Sunday Newpaper) and ask for comments. Had a boring day. Slack during work, Made a mistake by forgetting to give the customer the base(for his stand fan). Felt guilty man. Maybe later i nv slp i post more. Today lose money again. All your fault man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108437790780590914?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108437790780590914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108437790780590914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437790780590914' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108428489436749700</id><published>2004-05-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:14:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discipline,Discipline,Discipline,Discipline,Discipline. This is the thing that makes you go for in life. Coupled with determination,determination,determination,determination,determination. You will be far stronger. This is what i learn in these few months. I tried, I fail, I stood up, I give a go at it again, I succeed and I improve on it. This is what makes me so skinny. Ok. Today, went to the reservoir for training. It was almost similar to what i had when i was in track &amp; field except for the sprints across the gutters. Mentally and physically exhausted but i felt good all over. Tmr will be a better day too. Hope Money Drop From The Sky. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108428489436749700?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108428489436749700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108428489436749700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428489436749700' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108420524146529863</id><published>2004-05-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:08:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahz... Today go enrolment. So many girls! See until drool but then not interested in any of them cos i am a gay now. Wah lan, today play bike at late night police come. I run leh LOL so pussy. =X but they blur blur suddenly no more biker =X kns tomorrow work, today off like nv off. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108420524146529863?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108420524146529863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108420524146529863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420524146529863' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108411620809275929</id><published>2004-05-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:27:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahz... Today don't know why so tired. Maybe i exert myself too much or maybe i am tired mentally or maybe i am thinking of someone or maybe and maybe and maybe. My tag board pai liao. Tmr go enrolment exercise. So sian, regrets and regrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108411620809275929?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108411620809275929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108411620809275929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411620809275929' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108403513705284508</id><published>2004-05-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T00:56:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dunno what is wrong with my tag-board. Tmr is Mother's day, I wish all the Mothers in the world a happy Mother's day. Time to sleep liao la, dun talk cock with u all. Liverpool 0 - 0 Birmingham. Hope so la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108403513705284508?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108403513705284508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108403513705284508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403513705284508' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108394403741410684</id><published>2004-05-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T23:38:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I took a half day off from work, Wanted to go to the Optometrist but didn't. Instead, I went jogging. Life is kind of simple now. I have time for recreation which i hardly find in the past. I have found my true self and get to know myself better. Well, tomorrow and Sunday will be quite busy due to the overwhelming crowd that will flock my workplace as on any other weekend. That is all for now, Good Night. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108394403741410684?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108394403741410684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108394403741410684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394403741410684' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108386775882836712</id><published>2004-05-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:27:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fixed the error regarding the posts not appearing. I am brushing up on my Manual these few days. Exercised alot, went jogging and worked alot. Won 2 matches out of 2 this 2 days and i hope later will win somemore(greed). Haha... I slp now, have to work tmr. Good Night. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108386775882836712?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108386775882836712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108386775882836712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386775882836712' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108359904463020338</id><published>2004-05-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T23:48:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz... Today is a bad day. Quarrelled with my father over a small issue which in turn turns into a big issue. Now, I have to pay for my enrolment fee myself or don't study. Have to go for medical checkup tomorrow. Hopefully, my pay will be in if not no money for enrolment fee. Poor guy i am you see. Haiz... Work, Rode some street, quarrel, remorse, do reflection and update blog. Going to sleep soon, Good night. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108359904463020338?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108359904463020338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108359904463020338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359904463020338' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108349855891080826</id><published>2004-05-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:53:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Guessed that i'll turn in early today, hence, I decided to blog early. A recap on my day, Went to work in the morning with back to back losses in Score!(betting) making me feel kind of moody. But well, No Risk No Gain. Went home immediately after work to get change for a late evening jog at the reservoir. Managed a pretty decent timing which better my last run by a minute odd. Getting back to fitness soon, kind of excited. I know that i must be consistant and determined, so please don't distract me! Haha... Kind of mad(Me). I'll try to ride some street later and hope that i will turn in before 10.30 and that the bets that i bought turn out good(I'll treat u water if i win. Haha.) =X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108349855891080826?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108349855891080826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108349855891080826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349855891080826' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108342441769226191</id><published>2004-05-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:17:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today ah... Very routine... Work, Rode Some Street, Did Countless Sweet Manuals =/. Well, i still think of the past like any ordinary days. Come to think of it, I did alot of stupid things and with my present way of thinking, i feel that what i did was foolish. Regretted it but well, If i didn't do that i will not think of that that now... Haha... I'll surf the net and chat abit before i end my day. Good Night =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108342441769226191?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108342441769226191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108342441769226191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342441769226191' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108333311251301234</id><published>2004-04-30T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T21:56:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is kind of hectic... went to play tamiya and rode some street... quite happy though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108333311251301234?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108333311251301234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108333311251301234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333311251301234' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108325441628221657</id><published>2004-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:04:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing 123&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108325441628221657?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108325441628221657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108325441628221657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325441628221657' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108325057544128142</id><published>2004-04-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:00:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Had A Long Day Today. Yet, It is fruitful as i get to eat pizza hut with my colleague and a new friend(Allen). As usual, I will have to report work tmr. Kind Of Fed Up With The Working Conditions. Having Someone Gloating Over Your Misfortune While You Were Being Reprimanded Is Pretty Unbearable But Well, Life Goes On...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108325057544128142?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108325057544128142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108325057544128142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325057544128142' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108318001591442786</id><published>2004-04-29T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T03:24:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh... After 4 Long Hours, I Finally Put It Up. Borrowed People's Idea And Thanks To Them =D Got To Sleep Now. Will Be Reporting For Work In 2 Hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108318001591442786?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108318001591442786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108318001591442786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318001591442786' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108309100673828360</id><published>2004-04-28T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T02:41:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had A Hard Time Doing This Shyt... Need To Find Out How To Do It The Proper Way... Time To Sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108309100673828360?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108309100673828360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108309100673828360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309100673828360' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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-6844592.post-108299445928698633</id><published>2004-04-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:51:51.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... Today is the first entry... Kind Of Busy... So won't say much... Get over and done with asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844592-108299445928698633?l=haz3lnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108299445928698633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844592/posts/default/108299445928698633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haz3lnut.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299445928698633' title=''/><author><name>xy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403987512790399385</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></feed>
