<?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-309615045544563554</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:41:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Évasion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5291644175283713946</id><published>2010-08-09T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:24:49.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF78NHDJXcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GFnclhNaq_k/s1600/CoolPhotographyByAndrewPearce12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF78NHDJXcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GFnclhNaq_k/s320/CoolPhotographyByAndrewPearce12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world. I hate you. I hate you for bringing YOG to Singapore. I hate you for bringing YOG to Singapore because it brought along an annoying song. And if that isn't annoying enough, they held a song/cheer writing contest to replace the original one and Ris Low made some ridiculously ridiculous ones only she could come up with. Everyone loves the YOG. They get to see it on their telly at home in their wonderful little sofas while I get to work doubly hard during the games. But it don't matter. As long as everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone. I feel as though there is no one for me to talk to. I feel like I'm suffocating in all the silence. But I cannot show it. I cannot show that I'm suffering. I've got to be strong for them. I just have to laugh and hope that some of the joy rubs off on me. It's strange that even with the friends that I have, I feel like I'm constantly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Enough of that gloomy stuff. Pretend you didn't read it. Anyway I just bought a Canon 550D camera. Ok Me AND my parents shared money to buy the camera. But I'll be using it most of the time anyway. 18 megapixels of orgasmic picture quality! Can you &amp;nbsp;picture that? No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who don't already know, i won't be celebrating Aidilfitri in Singapore this year. I'm going to HOLLYWOOD suckas! Haha.. Oh I can't wait. And I'll TRY to bring back souvenirs. No promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys.. See you out there. Stay clean. Play nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget. &lt;br /&gt;Happy 45th birthday to Singapura. May we continue to have the peace most of us take for granted now.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5291644175283713946?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5291644175283713946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5291644175283713946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5291644175283713946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5291644175283713946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2010/08/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF78NHDJXcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GFnclhNaq_k/s72-c/CoolPhotographyByAndrewPearce12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-1289925029779647968</id><published>2010-06-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:18:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Charlie</title><content type='html'>Hey beautiful, beautiful people! Alright I know this blog's like prehistoric due to the lack of updates and I'm sorry for that. No mood la guys.. Why? Because last month I brought my iPhone to camp and it got stolen by some son of a bitch who can't afford to buy his own luxuries. Yeah.. Bummer.. I know. And I still cannot get over it. Whenever I see anyone using an iPhone, it'll remind me of my lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been more than a month since I graduated from the police academy and I got posted to Transport Security Command (TRANSCOM) Don't know who we are? You can usually see us patrolling the MRT stations islandwide wearing grey berets and combat boots. The job itself is kinda 'happening'. Haha.. Won't explain too much on what we do because it's kind of confidential and all that stuff. My colleagues are great people. Funny people. The ones that make you laugh all day. But not during work of course. Oh and by the way, If you happen to see me at one of the many train stations around Singapore, by all means, approach me. But I'm telling you first. Don't expect me to be to friendly to you. The most I can do is give you a smile. It's not that I want to be arrogant but it's just my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to change subject because some of you might find my job boring. Oh yes. I believe I'm not the only one who finds that this year's World Cup is the most boring and disappointing one ever. I don't feel any excitement at all as compared to the 2006 World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the new iPhone 4. Like REALLY want to get it. I just have a question though. Can an iPhone 4 that is bought in the U.S be used in Singapore? Because they only sell it at 199 usd there and my mom's going to the states in September. Does anybody know? Please lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all folks. Take good care of yourselves. Weather these days never give chance. Here flood, there flood and the next thing you know, it's scorching hot the following days. Really screwed up. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-1289925029779647968?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/1289925029779647968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=1289925029779647968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1289925029779647968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1289925029779647968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2010/06/c-is-for-charlie.html' title='C is for Charlie'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7352919973771726479</id><published>2010-05-04T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:29:08.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the inside</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, as you can see, there isn't any difference to my blogskin or music player. Yeah, I've given up trying to fix it. But I'm still taking offers if anyone wants to help out. So anyway I'm blogging from inside camp. Yes, I've managed to smuggle in my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks. That is how much time left until I'm free from the shackles of BMT life. 2 more weeks to POP. I can't wait to get out of this hell hole but at the same time, it's this hell hole that has forged memories and friendships so it'll be hard to forget camp. Oh yes, even though there is only 2 weeks left, it ain't gonna be all rainbows and butterflies in camp. No way. We still have rehearsals every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverting away from my NS life, grandma had her operation and she's fine now. She's even got back her fiery persona which i'm not saying is good, but way better than when she's lying down on the hospital bed. But then again, even when she's in the hospital, she can still tell the nurses off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys have all started school but we still do hang out. Oh and I heard Manfred has entered NS. Yep, Manfred is taking the rite of passage to becoming man. Finally living up to your name huh? You hang in there buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all I have for you guys. Not much I know but after I POP, I assure you, there'll be plenty of stories to be told. You'll see. Adios! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-7352919973771726479?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7352919973771726479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7352919973771726479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7352919973771726479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7352919973771726479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-inside.html' title='From the inside'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5800345426865548220</id><published>2010-04-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:23:52.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Maintenance</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Well, I don't know if anyone's still reading my blog because I've not updated for a long time. So anyway my blog is under maintenance until further notice. As you can see/hear, my music player's all fucked up and my blogskin is outdated. So please be patient. That is all for now. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5800345426865548220?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5800345426865548220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5800345426865548220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5800345426865548220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5800345426865548220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-maintenance.html' title='Under Maintenance'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5345146971263964886</id><published>2010-02-07T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:53:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies beneath</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Hey wazzup people? Sorry for not updating often. I've been really busy with NS, family and the peeps. You see the thing is, it's not that I'm too lazy to blog. I want to blog every week if possible but time does not permit me to do so. My weekends are too short. Even this post is written using and iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been shit so far. Don't get me wrong. NS life is great. Well, it is great once you get used to the constant punishments and endless lectures. What makes my life unpleasant this few weeks are the things that happen at home. For those of you who already know what I'm talking about, my brother has gone for his holiday and won't come back till next year. So there is pressure on me to be the good son that my parents want me to be. So my dilemma is, am I obligated to do so? It's not that I don't want to be a good son. It's just that the pressure is too much. Even the littlest thing I do would sadden them and I don't blame them because my parents are devastated right now. So if I don't blame them, who do I blame? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my brother might be coming back from his holiday alot sooner than expected. But that's just hoping. Oh and if I had one wish to make me feel better about my life, that'd be having someone to talk to. But then again. That's just hoping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5345146971263964886?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5345146971263964886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5345146971263964886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5345146971263964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5345146971263964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-lies-beneath.html' title='What lies beneath'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-594296324408482246</id><published>2009-12-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:34:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Hey there beautiful people. Sorry for not updating for quite a while. I enlisted into NS 3 weeks ago so I don't get to spend much time online. As you might already know, my NS journey has started for some time now. And throughout these 5 months, I'll share as much as I can about serving the nation. By the way, before I start, happy holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.12.09. 081209. 8/12/09. 8th December 2009. No matter what you call it, this date only means one thing to me. This was the day I started the rite of passage, every single able-bodied male in Singapore has to go through. National Service. FYI, I had to go in 2 months earlier for PTP (Physical Training Phase) because I failed my NAPFA test. PTP is sort of a intense physical training.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, first week was like shit because of all the logistics stuff and the instructors were punishing us like crazy. It was push ups every now and then, (By the way, it is still push ups every now and then.) alot of name calling like, idiot, fuck face, pussy,etc. But as the second and third week pass by, I've noticed that the instructors have loosen their grip. Thank God for that but the punishments still remain. One thing that I like about the PTP is we have plenty of rest time. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500: Lights On&lt;br /&gt;0600: Water Parade&lt;br /&gt;0700: Flag Raising&lt;br /&gt;0730: Morning PT&lt;br /&gt;0830: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;0900: Rest Time&lt;br /&gt;1130: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1200: Rest Time&lt;br /&gt;1630: Afternoon PT&lt;br /&gt;1730: Rest Time&lt;br /&gt;1830: Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1900: Rest Time&lt;br /&gt;2100: Water Parade&lt;br /&gt;2230: Lights Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see there is alot of time for rest but trust me, that does not make NS any more enjoyable. Oh and my mom thought water parade was doing drills in the pool. Can you believe that? So 3 weeks has passed and 5 more weeks to tackle. And then my BMT starts. But by then, things would not be so tough.&amp;nbsp;So people, 5 more weeks of hell. Piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tough times never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But tough people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-594296324408482246?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/594296324408482246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=594296324408482246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/594296324408482246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/594296324408482246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-new-chapter.html' title='A Whole New Chapter'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7883409044023991091</id><published>2009-12-24T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:54:08.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. I know its been a long time. But just hold on a lil' more. I'll blog soon. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-7883409044023991091?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7883409044023991091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7883409044023991091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7883409044023991091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7883409044023991091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2022976819707420619</id><published>2009-11-15T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:27:07.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jekyll &amp; Hyde</title><content type='html'>Hey what up people? Alright, check this.. This post is going to be quite long because I'm going to cramp three stories into one post so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sv7qirG--cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VCLByPPwrhc/s1600-h/momndad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sv7qirG--cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VCLByPPwrhc/s320/momndad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so first up is Mom &amp;amp; Dad's 20th anniversary. We celebrated it on the 12th of November. We had lunch at Carousel at the Royal Plaza on Scotts. The food was awesome but it filled me up way too fast so I didn't eat that much. But it was great nevertheless. There was sushi, sashimi, seafood, steak, pastry, kebabs, ice cream and awesomely-delicious chocolate fondue. Anyway I wish both Mom &amp;amp; Dad many happy years ahead and keep the love going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sv8SQsQmsgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NlCq-ZSqMao/s1600-h/DSC00616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sv8SQsQmsgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NlCq-ZSqMao/s320/DSC00616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just came back from my 18th birthday celebration with Eugene, Fat Mel and Afiq. We had a hardcore L4D session before going to Mcdonalds for dinner. Met up with Marvin, Manfred, Michelle, Evelyn and Shirley. We, the L4D posse, said hi and bye to them before making our way home. The rest of them went to boat quay or something to drink their hearts out because they were also celebrating Michelle's birthday. While I'm typing now, I can totally imagine Manfred getting his ass drunk right now and making a fool of himself.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my birthday celebration was a modest one but I kinda like it better that way. I like it simple. No going to fancy restaurants, no drinking, nothing. Just a simple outing with my best friends. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, in my previous post, I did mention that there was going to be big news. I just didn't say whether it was going to be good or bad news because at that point of time I didn't know it yet. But now I can tell you that it ain't good. I told her how I felt the other day. Yes I took the jump. I couldn't keep it in anymore. I had to tell her. And so I did. When I sent her my message of confession, I knew in my heart that I wasn't expecting much. I was just doing it for the sake of my sanity. Because if I had kept it in any longer, I can assure you, I'd go cuckoo. Like I said I wasn't expecting much. I wasn't expecting her response to be a positive one. I was prepared to take the blow. And my gut feeling didn't fail me. It's alright though. I'll live. It's not as if its the first time this sort of thing happens to me. Come to think of it, I might just be immune to rejections. Haha.. Well, what to do? If it's not fated, it's not fated. I just hope that she'll be happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. That should be all. Glad I managed to cover all the three recent events in my life in one post. I'm too lazy to sperate them so there you go. Adios amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So                            often it happens that we live our lives in chains.                            &lt;br /&gt;And we don't even know that we have the key to unlock them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/309615045544563554-2022976819707420619?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2022976819707420619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2022976819707420619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2022976819707420619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2022976819707420619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/11/jekyll-hyde.html' title='Jekyll &amp; Hyde'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sv7qirG--cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VCLByPPwrhc/s72-c/momndad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5220596644142034157</id><published>2009-11-06T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:28:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One wish</title><content type='html'>Hey what's up peeps? Went shopping with my family today at Compass Point's Metro. Mom said there was a 1 hour member's sale or something. So we went there to get our stuff and headed over to Jalan Kayu for dinner. Food was terrible. I don't know why people like to get munchies there. I've tasted food way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to my presumably so-called 'big day'. Yup, 9 more days and I'll turn 18. At this point of time, I understand that most teenagers awaiting their 18th birthdays would normally plan where to go, who to meet, what to do, etc. Some might even go drinking, clubbing and partying coz they just officially turned 'legal'. Not me. Totally not my type of scene. I might not even be going out. I might be working on my birthday. Or maybe I'll just have a simple outing with my best friend and that's it. Notice I said best friend and not friends coz I find it troublesome to go out with a big clique. Just think about it. More people means there's alot more needs and opininons to cater to. And we might end up wasting time arguing over where to go or what to do rather than enjoying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And birthdays usually come with wishes too. And my wish this year ain't fancy. It ain't expensive or extravagant or whatever. I just want to be happy.&amp;nbsp; Not just happy. I wanna be truly happy. I mean like really happy you know? It's been a long time since I've felt truly happy. Speaking of happy, I just thought of the movie The Pursuit of Happyness by Will Smith. It's not a new movie but for those who have not watched it, go and do it now. It's a heart-string tugger that one. Real good movie. Oh by the way, watch this space in the coming week or so. There will be big news. I just don't know whether it'll be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The greatest accomplishment is not in not ever falling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's in getting up everytime we do. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5220596644142034157?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5220596644142034157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5220596644142034157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5220596644142034157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5220596644142034157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-wish.html' title='One wish'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2966895902390116311</id><published>2009-10-29T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:39:55.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Its 6.00 am in the morning and I'm blogging. This is humanely possible because I can't sleep plus the fact that I just finished watching footy. (Arsenal beat Liverfool 2-1 by the way.) Anyway I took my family out for lunch on Tuesday at Shin Tokyo at Yew Tee Point. Finally managed to treat them to a meal after weeks of hard work. Food was great. A serious threat to Sakae Sushi in terms of food quality. And it's inexpensive too. My family of 5 ate 29 plates, (the ones you grab from the conveyer belt) one bento, 6 drinks and 3 desserts. Guess how much it cost me? Only 81 pebbles. There I was, at the counter holding three $50 notes in assurance that the bill would exceed the $100 milestone. So guys, if you are craving for Japanese munchies, head on to Shin Tokyo. Oh, it's Halal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. It's official. I'm enlisting into NS on the 8th of December. And if you haven't realised it yet, this also means I failed my NAPFA test. Can you believe it? Just two years ago, I could get a silver, no sweat. But now... NAPFA requirements shoots up alot once you're 18. The minimum requirement for the standing broad jump is 222cm! And I managed 220. Damn. Of course I have to blame myself as well for not keeping in shape. Oh well, I guess I'll be strapping up for NS life cum December. So I've gotta spend this last month of my teenage life to the fullest. I'm going to do things I hesitated doing in the past. That includes telling her how I feel too. Yep, that's right. I'm making the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;There are some defeats that are more victorious than triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2966895902390116311?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2966895902390116311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2966895902390116311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2966895902390116311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2966895902390116311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/10/defeat.html' title='Defeat'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5975642167771677621</id><published>2009-10-20T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:45:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the nation calls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/StyfM-7yegI/AAAAAAAAAE4/reBC0vdj5JY/s1600-h/Singapore_flag.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/StyfM-7yegI/AAAAAAAAAE4/reBC0vdj5JY/s320/Singapore_flag.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura. Onward Singapore. Yes, I'm a Singaporean. And I'm a guy. Add these two things together and the fact that you've turned 18 usually means only one thing. National Service. Yes. They've sent me my enlistment letter. They've assigned me to the police force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when I got the letter, I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I felt happy because I'm finally going to NS. I'm finally going to get NS over and done with. I'll get to meet new people. I'm finally going to be able to join in a conversation with my friends when they talk about NS. Heck, I'll even get to use the jargon of NS. But on the other hand, I've gotta kiss teenage life goodbye. I'm not gonna have too much freedom for 2 years. I'm gonna see less of my family and friends. My love life might suffer. (Not that I have a love life anyway but let's pray shall we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? My enlistment date is on the 8th of December. It was actually supposed to be in February. But I got to go in 8 weeks earlier because I have to attend the PTP. (Physical Training Phase) This PTP thingy is supposedly for unfit (NAPFA Bronze and below) NSmen. Which by the way, totally isn't me. They assigned me to the PTP because I last took my NAPFA test in 2007 and NAPFA results are only valid for a year. What a bummer. So, I'm going to take my NAPFA test next Wednesday at Toa Payoh Stadium in a bid to postpone my enlistment date to February. Really hope I can do it because I ain't as fit as I used to be. Yes. Time has taken its toll. I know I ain't that old but Father Time's an ass. It's amazing how much damage can be done in so little time. Anyway, wish me luck guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;left, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It does not matter how slow you go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long as you do not stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5975642167771677621?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5975642167771677621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5975642167771677621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5975642167771677621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5975642167771677621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-nation-calls.html' title='And the nation calls...'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/StyfM-7yegI/AAAAAAAAAE4/reBC0vdj5JY/s72-c/Singapore_flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7130742307056977108</id><published>2009-10-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:43:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Sorry for not updating regularly. As some of you know, I hardly have time to use the computer these days because I'm always busy with work. And working life has been terrible so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held 3 jobs in the past 3 weeks. Yes. I&amp;nbsp;had 3 different jobs in 3 weeks. First was Concorde Hotel. I left because they paid peanuts but expect us to work our goddamn ass off. Second job was at Azzura Resort at Sentosa. I left because of 'conflict of interest'. So currently I'm working at Klapsons, The Boutique Hotel and I like the place. The pay is high and the manager is very very cool. Work is not so tiring too. I hope I can hold on to the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the life of my family is shitty and fucked up these few days because something happened. I won't say it here because it's too sensitive a matter. Everyone has been putting on a strong front to outsiders but I know deep down inside, Mom and Dad are hurting so bad. My life is going through a rough patch right now. I don't like it one bit. I'm praying every single day that everything will turn out fine, that everything will go smoothly. Because if it doesn't, everything will fuck up even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-7130742307056977108?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7130742307056977108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7130742307056977108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7130742307056977108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7130742307056977108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/10/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5053085665882200027</id><published>2009-09-28T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:45:51.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Work's a killer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what it is. Oh that and knowing that she's hurt, kills too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with myself for being such a coward. For not telling her how I feel. So just shoot me now. Yes, I mean now. Unless I can somehow manage to tell her how I feel, blow my brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is squeezing the living daylights out of me. Super exhausting. Two jobs at one go. Clever me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think I might talk to her soon. Tell her how I feel towards her. When? Maybe when I have time to spare. I'm so drenched in busyness right now, even spending time using the computer is a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, keep those guns at ready. You might just need to use 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5053085665882200027?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5053085665882200027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5053085665882200027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5053085665882200027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5053085665882200027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/09/works-killer-yep-thats-what-it-is.html' title='Kill'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-1340631210693844133</id><published>2009-09-23T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:45:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidilfitri 09</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! First of all I'd like to wish my friends Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin. Hari Raya this year is not as happening as the previous years.. And I noticed that some alot of people are experiencing it too. Is it because of the economic downturn? I don't know. But for me, I have my own reasons. Anyway, this year, the colour of my Baju Kurung for the first day of Raya was last year's blue and a brand new white for the second day. Yep, I'm wearing last year's garments. What to do? Economy is bad. So you have to maximise your available resources. I'm fine with it though. I don't see the reason to waste money on stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the Hari Raya money has been reduced by a noticeable amount. This is because as you grow older, people stop giving you green packets. Darn it. It's at times like this that I wish that I was still a child. As usual me and my family went to the houses of my mom's relatives on the first day and my dad's side on the second. I personally prefer the second day because its more chaotic and atmospheric. It's coz I have plenty of cousins and kaki-gerek aunties and uncles but I like the first day too because I have cool relatives over at my mom's side so it's balanced really. But dad's side gets the nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! I'll leave you with some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkV0cJwFJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PphUEx4zea0/s1600-h/20090920-IMG_2967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkV0cJwFJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PphUEx4zea0/s320/20090920-IMG_2967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, even I wanna slap my own face sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkWEKNKnlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AqTTwqKSiMc/s1600-h/20090920-IMG_2995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkWEKNKnlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AqTTwqKSiMc/s320/20090920-IMG_2995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damn those paparazzis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkWyoNhGYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QG4knyH-T4M/s1600-h/P6120307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkWyoNhGYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QG4knyH-T4M/s320/P6120307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkXkHM8waI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sENBsjn97EU/s1600-h/P6120312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkXkHM8waI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sENBsjn97EU/s320/P6120312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The whole familia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-1340631210693844133?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/1340631210693844133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=1340631210693844133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1340631210693844133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1340631210693844133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/09/aidilfitri-09.html' title='Aidilfitri 09'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SrkV0cJwFJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PphUEx4zea0/s72-c/20090920-IMG_2967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-1436206505575479298</id><published>2009-09-12T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:47:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of The List</title><content type='html'>I am hooked to this song by Ne-yo. It's called Part of The List. Credits to Diana for posting the music video on Facebook. I've been listening to the song non-stop ever since. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Style of your hair&lt;br /&gt;Shape of your eyes and your nose&lt;br /&gt;The way you stare..&lt;br /&gt;As if you see, right through to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your left hand and the way&lt;br /&gt;That it's not quite as big as your right&lt;br /&gt;The way you stand in the mirror..&lt;br /&gt;Before we go out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your beautiful mind...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They're all part of the list&lt;br /&gt;Things that I miss...&lt;br /&gt;Things like your funny little laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or the way you smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or the way we kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed is this..&lt;br /&gt;I come up with&lt;br /&gt;Something new, every single time&lt;br /&gt;That I sit and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your sweet smell&lt;br /&gt;Lingers when you leave a room&amp;nbsp; (You leave a room)&lt;br /&gt;Stories you tell as we lay&lt;br /&gt;In bed all afternoon&amp;nbsp; (All afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed you now, every night&lt;br /&gt;In my mind is where we meet (In my mind is where we meet)&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;Staring at pictures of you asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Invading you space...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They're all part of the list&lt;br /&gt;Things that I miss...&lt;br /&gt;Things like your funny little laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or the way you smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or the way we kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed is this..&lt;br /&gt;I come up with&lt;br /&gt;Something new, every single time&lt;br /&gt;That I sit and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll live in my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Forever more, I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll live in my memories&lt;br /&gt;Forever more, I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a part of the list&lt;br /&gt;Things that I miss...&lt;br /&gt;Things like your, funny little laugh&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or the way we kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed is this..&lt;br /&gt;I come up with&lt;br /&gt;Something new, every single time&lt;br /&gt;That I sit and reminisce&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-1436206505575479298?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/1436206505575479298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=1436206505575479298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1436206505575479298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/1436206505575479298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-of-list.html' title='Part of The List'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-8640155810131968414</id><published>2009-09-04T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:34:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reunion</title><content type='html'>Wazzup guys? Hope you're doing fine. I went out with the MDIS clique consisting of Orange, Hafez, Syam, Ili, Syanaz, Nazurah, Ice and his fiancé whose name I've given up trying to remember. Anyway we broke fast at ZamZam at Arab street. It's kinda pathetic because they only served Briyani and Murtabak because of the fasting month but the Murtabak was still tops. And I didn't know that ZamZam would be packed even during the fasting month. Guess I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway we went to smoke shissha after dinner at Mosi Cafe. It's fun hanging out with the MDIS guys simply because they're crazy and wacky people. Even the smallest thing can and will be made into a joke. Anyway the fun was marred by some people who were burning incense paper. No offence my chinese friends but it's really annoying when the ashes fly our way. What's even worse that some of the ashes made their way into our glasses. For God's sake, if you want to burn it, burn it in in a bin or something. Don't burn it in the open. So we stayed and hung out up till 11pm and left. All and all, it was a helluva fun night. Can't wait for the next meet up, Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SqDCSpcimUI/AAAAAAAAADg/75DZxqDBvNs/s1600-h/8230_1036491968210_1702824553_70249_3982864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SqDCSpcimUI/AAAAAAAAADg/75DZxqDBvNs/s320/8230_1036491968210_1702824553_70249_3982864_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; World Peace Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-8640155810131968414?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/8640155810131968414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=8640155810131968414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8640155810131968414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8640155810131968414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/09/reunion.html' title='The Reunion'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SqDCSpcimUI/AAAAAAAAADg/75DZxqDBvNs/s72-c/8230_1036491968210_1702824553_70249_3982864_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-8263490733304008297</id><published>2009-08-30T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:42:31.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy With Negativity</title><content type='html'>I am not happy. I am pissed off, angry, mad, furious, agitated, fuming, not pleased or whatever you say. I am unhappy. Want to know why? I'll tell you in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall talk about the Marvin's birthday outing on Friday. We had dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. at Park Mall and headed to the movies at Cathay. Clever ol' Manfred suggested watching Final destination, right after we had a filling dinner. And I swear to God I almost puked in the cinema. It is by far the most gut wrenching, brain splattering, intestine twisting, spine breaking, blood curdling, bone shattering, jaw dropping and eye popping show I have ever witnessed. I do not recommend this movie to people with weak stomachs. Anyway, Victoria and Evelyn secretly bought a cake after that and we sang Marvin a birthday song at the side of the road at 12 am. We eventually hanged out at the Starbucks at PS until 1.30 am. Reached home at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, back to the main topic. There are two things I hate the most. Broken promises and negative/pessimistic people.  And it's the latter that's pissing me off now. I just don't understand pessimistic people. Why do you keep talking about why things are not going to work out? Why do you keep objecting every suggestion and idea I have? Why do you, instead of helping out, keep making negative comments? If I was bloody hell meant to fail at what I am going to do, then for God's sake, let me fail! Because that's the only way I'll fucking learn! And if there is one thing I've notice about you people is that you're all talk and no action. You'll say this and that but at the end of the day, you haven't done squat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, stop all your empty talk and for once put your money where your mouth is. You guys know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-8263490733304008297?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/8263490733304008297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=8263490733304008297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8263490733304008297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8263490733304008297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/08/unhappy-with-negativity.html' title='Unhappy With Negativity'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-4673978189626793455</id><published>2009-08-25T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:33:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria With A Twist</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 4th day of the fasting month. And I have fasted for 3 days straight without fail. A remarkable feat by my standards. Anyway, life during fasting month is mundane. But what has kept me going are some of the nice and positive things that has happened so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and his family are currently staying over at my place as his house is under renovation. So that gives my house that warm family feeling that has been missing for a while. There is more atmosphere and noise at the dinner table and that is always good. Him staying at my house also means I get to bully and tease his son who is so fun to mess around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other piece of good news for me is that the response for Project Funday has been fairly positive. Not alot of people has responded but so far, none except for ONE has complained about the financial contribution needed. Cmon', like I said, the more people attending the event, the lesser you pay. So start spreading the word! And if you happen to have any contacts that you think might help lower down the entire cost of the event, (Catering, T-shirt making, etc.) please do not hesitate to tell me. Help me help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and not least, there are 4 things I'm looking forward to this month. The first being Marvin's birthday outing, the second, breaking fast with the MDIS clique, the third would be getting a job at Concorde Hotel and the last would be Hari Raya! Haha! Yeah, I know its still a long way but no harm waiting for it with anticipation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I gotta keep my feet on the ground even with all the good things that has happened so far. Because my problems, they are still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-4673978189626793455?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/4673978189626793455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=4673978189626793455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4673978189626793455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4673978189626793455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/08/euphoria-with-twist.html' title='Euphoria With A Twist'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2799784094015979799</id><published>2009-08-15T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:39:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Funday</title><content type='html'>Listen up boys and girls! I have an announcement to make. In regard to the hugely successful chalet last year, I've decided to do one better. Nope it's not going to be a chalet. It's an event I've decided to name Project Funday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in the blue hell is that?" you might ask. The answer is simple. Take a ballroom/multi-purpose hall, add the crazy people of 4/1 '07 &amp; '08, mix 'em around, divide them into teams and play fun team games all day. A games day if you must but replace the track and field stuff with fun and whacky games. How cool is that? The event comes with lunch, a specially made T-shirt and most importantly, fun by the truckloads all for just a meagre fee of $20-$30, depending on the response. If the response is good, you pay lesser and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think it's a small sum to pay for an unforgettable day of pure fun. For those of you who share my views, I applaud and thank you. And for those of you who got a mini heart attack just by reading $20-$30, please take a minute to think. Is it worth it to save $20-$30 and miss all the fun we would have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, Project Funday will most probably and preferably be held in November. Please respond via MSN or SMS for those of you who have my contacts. And for those who don't, please utilise the tagbox at the side. Merci et au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This event is exclusive to the people of 4/1 '07, '08 and a few friends whom I will invite. Désolé!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2799784094015979799?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2799784094015979799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2799784094015979799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2799784094015979799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2799784094015979799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/08/project-funday.html' title='Project Funday'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-3559585144876139846</id><published>2009-07-31T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:45:13.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence</title><content type='html'>Fasting month is coming. Honestly, I dread it. But I have mixed feelings about it. I dread it because it means no food and drinks in the day for one whole month. No cursing and swearing. Not even feeling angry. I do, however love it because it means weight loss. That is if I don't gorge myself at night or not fast at all. It means I'll have more money because I'll not spend so much money on cigarettes, food and drinks. It also means that Hari Raya is only a month away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I mention the word 'fasting month' to my friends, the unanimous reply would be; "So?". This is because in the past few years I've not been abiding by the rules. So much so that the term 'First day, last day' has been used time and again whenever this subject is brought up. For those who are not familiar with the term 'First day, last day', it means to fast on the first day and the last day of the fasting month only, for the sake of formality. And for the record, I am actually not proud of myself to be able to explain what this term is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to change for the better. No more skipping fasting. And Eugene, if you're reading, no more 515 chicken rice during fasting month too. Its time to get rid of this cliché that has been synonymous with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-3559585144876139846?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/3559585144876139846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=3559585144876139846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3559585144876139846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3559585144876139846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/07/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5026381060124802765</id><published>2009-07-18T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:02:35.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Nope. You eyes are not playing tricks on you. I've actually updated for only the second time this month. But I guess you guys aren't that surprised after all this while. You do know that I don't update regularly. I don't blog about stupid and unimportant stuff that happen to me. You guys don't need to know about that. So lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogshop venture has failed miserably. I've not received any orders and Mel only got 3. Which is as pathetic as a featherless bird. (Pardon the made up simile) Why the lukewarm support guys? Are the shoes too expensive? Is that the reason? You want something cheaper? Fine. I'm looking into T-shirts and caps. Hopefully, those will work out fine. Oh and btw, you might have noticed that the tagbox of my blogshop has been removed. That's because some son of a bitch named Phil had the fucking nerve to tell me that I took the pictures of the shoes from his blogshop and posted it on my site. He even dared to leave his website at the tagbox. I removed the tagbox to prevent such things from happening again and guess what the faggot did? He sent Mel an e-mail, whining about how we took his shoe pictures and how his mom had sex with a german shepherd, etc. Some people are just a fucking pain in the ass. Alright then. Enough about the blogshop thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night. Because every time I try to close my eyes, I'll think of 2 things, my ITT module and her. And I shall not talk about her this time around. I'm worried sick. I'm worried about when I'll get my diploma. Mom's been pestering me about it. And I keep lying to her that my course is not over when it should have been over last December. But I failed my ITT and had to remodule. And even so, I should have been done with school last month. But clever old me, decided to skip lessons and was eventually barred from taking the exams. So I have to remodule again. Where am I going to find $300+ to remodule again? How long am I supposed to lie to my parents? Damn it. If only I could turn back time. I'd pass the module on the first try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5026381060124802765?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5026381060124802765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5026381060124802765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5026381060124802765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5026381060124802765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/07/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2649608171002394703</id><published>2009-07-06T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:41:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Err Is Human, To Forgive Is Divine</title><content type='html'>We all make mistakes sometimes. Both simple and grave ones. Its simple to commit a mistake but its hard to forgive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked me last week if I was ever going to forgive and talk to him ever again. And I wondered. All these while that thought of forgiving him has never crossed my mind. I've been hating him so much for what he has done to my family that I've not left any hope of us being close like we used to. And I don't see a need to. I don't need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why mom and dad could just forgive him like that. Although they sometimes do yell at him for treating our house like a welfare home, I know they're trying to put the past behind them. Mom told me that no matter what he did, he was still her son and she can't just abandon her responsibilities, I can understand that, no doubt. But isn't there a limit to everything? Isn't there a point in time when a person has had enough? There is a fine line between patience and ignorance. And I think mom has used up all her patience and opted for the latter instead. Everyone in the family tries not to talk to him whenever possible as they try to forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me. I just can't take this lying down. I just can't ignore the fact that he's caused my family much grief. I just can't forgive him. I don't know how long this feeling of hatred I have for him will go on. But what I do know is, its not anytime soon. Or anytime in the distant future for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2649608171002394703?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2649608171002394703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2649608171002394703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2649608171002394703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2649608171002394703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-err-is-human-to-forgive-is-divine.html' title='To Err Is Human, To Forgive Is Divine'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-8476948952146160985</id><published>2009-06-25T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:44:36.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>The month of June is all about leisure and entertainment. Its when the parents take their kids out for holidays, friends meet up to have fun and fantastic movies comes out in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talking about movies, in this month, I've watched two of em'. Namely, Night At The Museum 2: Battle Of The Smitsonian (NATM2) and Transformers 2: Revenge Of The Fallen. (TRF2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATM2 is the kind of movie you'd expect it to be. Funny, heart-warming and not too much action going around. Its a friendly family movie. All in all I'd rate it a 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, TRF2 is a whole different story. I watched it yesterday, the first day the movie was showing and there were gazillions of people queueing up for tickets. Luckily for me, I booked the tickets on an AXS machine in the morning. Anyway TRF2 was superb. Although its also a family movie, there was also some adult humour thrown in every now and then. Which was great, until my little sister started asking me what everyone was laughing at and I had to give her a lame-for-kids explanation. Another thing about the movie was that although it was jammed pack with action, fighting scenes, bla bla bla, it was also incorporated with witty, crude and in-your-face humour. And that made it interesting, unlike movies like Max Payne, The Bourne trilogy, Terminator, where all the characters looks as if they've lost their funy bone.. All talk and action.. No funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing about the movie that I think you GUYS would enjoy is the smokin' hot Megan Fox. Hell yes! Her just being in the movie, gave it an extra 2 points. Even the alien transformers dig her!! All and all I'd rate the movie a 9/10. Go watch it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-8476948952146160985?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/8476948952146160985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=8476948952146160985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8476948952146160985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8476948952146160985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/06/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7921009735928985535</id><published>2009-06-22T13:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:41:41.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey people!! Its me again.. Missed me huh? Yeah I know.. Everyone does.. haha.. Ok so I've been busy these past few weeks and I've not been able to update. Heck, I'm even actually busy now but I'll make time to update so that you guys can have a peek into what i've been up to.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5-8 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and my familia attended a leadership training camp courtesy of WINNERS4LIFE. It was at Palm Springs Resort at Port Dickson, Malaysia. It was tons of fun and I learned alot of things too. There were workshops and team games on the first two days and on the last night we had a poolside barbeque at the resort. Hold it.. I wouldn't call it a resort coz their service sucked tits. Anyway we still had fun coz the next day we went to this place called eXtreme Park and went go-karting and paintball range shooting. Reached Singapore on 9th June, 2.30 am, aching all over and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19 June 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celebrated Manfred's birthday in advance. We (Me, Manfred, Marvin, Eugene, Victoria and Evelyn) were supposed to meet at 6.45pm at Cathay but me and Eugene were an hour late!! haha.. Hey, don't blame me Manfred.. I've told you before that I'd have problems if we were to go out on a friday. So you should thank your lucky stars I was able to make it. Anyway, we were supposed to have dinner at Astons but according to Manfred, there was a long queue and he decided that we dined at Billy Bomber instead. Manfred brought two bottles of red wine. And just as we expected, he got tipsy after a few glasses. That fool lived up to his name and made an ass of himself. We cancelled plans for a movie coz me and Eugene were late and Manfred was already a walking radio that was impossible to turn off. We went to starbucks instead and chatted until 11+. Went home after that but Manfred went to Clarke Quay to meet up with his other friends to go drinking. I have not heard from him since and I'm worried for him.. If you have any info on that sonnuffagun, please contact me, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20 June 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day after Manfred's birthday outing. Me, Eugene, Fat Mel and Afiq went L4D-ing. I was really looking forward to this day because the last time we played was way back in april and plus Mel said that L4D 2 was already available. We went there but there was only the old L4D. As usual, Mel made up some stupid excuses. So we decided to just play anyway and again as usual, blamed everything that went wrong on Afiq coz he just sucks at the game so bad. Had dinner after that and followed Mel to Balcony to take his tips. (As in money, not advice. Why am I even explaining this? You guys aren't that dumb. RIGHT?) We watched a break dancing competition while waiting for that fat ass. It was Singapore vs Thailand or somethin like that. Mel didn't get his tips after waiting for so long. Went home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats it. Thats all that happened. Actually there are other things that happened but you wouldnt want to know. You do? You sure? Ok then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every single day of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wake up in the morning, I have my morning pee, I bathe, I brush my teeth, play my PS3, play soccer, help my dad out at his shop, have dinner, watch TV, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Interesting huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll leave you with some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350034857560095458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sj8kW3TTuuI/AAAAAAAAACs/9rDEiCESXmg/s320/P6050145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350035881293121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sj8lSdASBuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YcxiZJsGPiQ/s320/P6080250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You'd better watch out for me. I might just burn the tracks of the Singapore Grand Prix. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350036632150051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sj8l-KKhiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/okQTIZQDuxs/s320/DSC00462+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                               Manfred's birthday outing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-7921009735928985535?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7921009735928985535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7921009735928985535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7921009735928985535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7921009735928985535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-nutshell.html' title='In A Nutshell'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/Sj8kW3TTuuI/AAAAAAAAACs/9rDEiCESXmg/s72-c/P6050145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-8321472288553774728</id><published>2009-05-26T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:17:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I've not updated for a long time. So I'm sorry if there any of you out there who keep visiting my blog for updates.. So anyway if I'm not updating there be might two reasons why. Its either I'm having a torrid time or I'm having too much fun to even think of blogging. Thankfully this time, it's the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What fun I'm having you ask? I just bought every guy's dream toy besides cars, etc. I just bought my very own Playstation 3. Yes guys, be jealous. Haha..  It's been a long time since I got my Playstation 2 and had this much fun with a big, black gadget. Yes, old habits die hard. And I'm a sucker when it comes to games. I'd miss meals, family outings and hours of sleep when it comes to games. And all those things are happening all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom yells at me whenever she sees me in front of the TV when she comes back from work. Dad keeps on saying how stupid everything looks in the games and my sister keeps on bugging me to let her play. Sigh.. Good times.. And I'm happy to relive them all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-8321472288553774728?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/8321472288553774728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=8321472288553774728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8321472288553774728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8321472288553774728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-habits.html' title='Old Habits'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2561072407763258364</id><published>2009-05-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:56:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake</title><content type='html'>(continued from last post)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot. To my MDIS peeps, This afternoon when i was in the cab, going back home from ITT class, I saw a huge MDIS banner that read "A NOT-FOR-PROFIT ORGANIZATION"&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i read that, i thought to myself "WTF? WE'RE NOT DUMB, MDIS. WHO YOU KIDDING?" You squeezed $6k+ from me for the course, you sucked $35 from me for the ITT supp paper, failed me and after that you strangled $300+ out of me for the remodule and now you teling me that you are a NOT-FOR-PROFIT org? Fuck you MDIS. Would someone please burn the school down.. NOT-FOR-PROFIT my ass..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2561072407763258364?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2561072407763258364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2561072407763258364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2561072407763258364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2561072407763258364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/05/fake.html' title='Fake'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-4874045858806627313</id><published>2009-05-05T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:40:28.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explained</title><content type='html'>Guys, I know some of you might be scratching your heads over the ridiculous nickname that i'm using. I'm refering to 'Uberman'. So now, due to the overwhelming questions, i shall reveal the history behind the nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when i chanced upon someone using the word 'uber'. I felt really curious about the word. So i searched in on wikipedia.. Yes, i searched it.. Why didn't I just ask the person who used it? Lets just say I didn't want to sound dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, I read the article and found another funny article called 'What if ?', at the bottom of the page. It was a transcript from 'Saturday Night Live'. For all you who don't know saturday night live, its like a comedy/sitcom where famous comedians like Will Ferrell, Adam Sandler, Ben Stiller, Chris Rock, etc. started their acting careers. So anyway i read the transcript and it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snltranscripts.jt.org/78/78jwhatif.phtml"&gt;http://snltranscripts.jt.org/78/78jwhatif.phtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read this part only after you read the transcript)&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that the name Uberman was cool and i have adopted it ever since.. I hope you guys are satisfied with my explanation because I'm tired with your quezzions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-4874045858806627313?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/4874045858806627313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=4874045858806627313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4874045858806627313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4874045858806627313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/05/explained.html' title='Explained'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2377639667237813213</id><published>2009-05-04T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:29:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to have everyone depending on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much so that saving a life today is nothing new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How it feels to live with someone you want to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He keeps on fucking up and you keep on paying his bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels when everyone don't even care and bother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then they chuck you in the bin like a ball of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How it feels to be disappointed time and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yet people always seem to strive to drive you insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How it feels to go to bed every night, empty inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While keeping her close to your heart, close and tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How it feels to cover up your agony with fake smiles and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even when you know there will be no happy ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because I don't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2377639667237813213?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2377639667237813213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2377639667237813213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2377639667237813213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2377639667237813213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-know.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-4649189514761577977</id><published>2009-04-30T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:25:04.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>This post is specifically for people who are knowledgable about football because that's all i can think of right now.. I am counting down to the first leg of the semi-final between The Mighty Gunners and Manpoo.. Yes, we are playing at old trafford.. But who cares? We are on a smoking hot streak and not even the world-pretenders (Manpoo) can beat us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and i both know that even though Manpoo are the most popular club in the world, let's face it, I can bet you 3/4 of their fans are bandwagon jumpers, snitches and glory hunters.. Only a handful of em' are actually true die-hard fans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you watch people.. 2009 will finally be the year the mighty gunners end their 4 year trophy-less streak and lift their very first European Cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then this little part right here is for those of you who haven't the slightest idea what i'm talking about.. I don't know which cave you crawled out from but in just a few hours, Arsenal aka the mighty gunners will take on Manpoo aka Manure on their own turf.. I am hoping Arsenal would win. If you still haven't got what i said just read the next line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United 1 Arsenal FC 2. Now go to sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-4649189514761577977?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/4649189514761577977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=4649189514761577977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4649189514761577977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4649189514761577977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-4859309433061142099</id><published>2009-04-16T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:31:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.. I'm back people.. I've calmed down and i'm seeing life in a whole new light.. Those days of being angry and pissed off are now behind me.. I'm a happy guy now.. I'll try to be as happy as possibble and keep putting on a smile even if God throws a bucket full of human waste on me.. I'll try to smile.. Heck, i'll even try to laugh.. We've heard a million times how laughter is the best medicine. I say laughter is the best whole damn hospital itself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So guys please help me out here.. I'm trying not to be angry anymore, so please stop throwing all those flammable and combustible elements at me.. You scratch my back and i'll scratch yours, no mater how dirty, hairy or oily it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-4859309433061142099?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/4859309433061142099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=4859309433061142099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4859309433061142099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/4859309433061142099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/04/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-6382020786477640039</id><published>2009-04-13T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:57:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been really angry and pissed off these few days.. I don't know why but i'll get angry over the littlest things.. I'm angry that i don't get what i want, I'm angry that i don't get to do what i want to do, I'm angry that i don't have the courage to speak up about how i feel, I'm angry about people being so negative, I'm angry because people correct my doings when they can't do a better job themselves, I'm angry because that bloody fucker thinks he lives in a welfare home, I'm angry because all i can do is admire her from afar but most importantly I'm angry because everytime, when i look back, i realize what a disappoinment I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for the next few days or so, i really need some time alone, to reflect on what I've been doing.. I will need to find a way to channel my anger or i will just end up hurting or offending people.. I need to chill and have that laid-back attitude i used to have.. Otherwise, the angst inside might just end up killing me.. So guys, i'm sorry if i have bailed on you these past few days and the days to come.. I promise I'll be back before you know it, hopefully a better person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-6382020786477640039?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/6382020786477640039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=6382020786477640039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6382020786477640039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6382020786477640039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/04/absent.html' title='Absent'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-3059684595702479339</id><published>2009-04-07T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:13:09.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my 2nd first day in MDIS. Its coz i'm remoduling and i have to join a totally new class with totally different people. And when i say different, i mean really DIFFERENT. You see my previous class were jammed pack with fun, outgoing, wacky people like, Syam, Orange, Wak, Eqah, Hafez, Diana, Ice, etc. (sorry if i didnt mention ur name) but in my new class, everyone is either weird or very vari vareee OLD.. I got this lady who was sitting next to me yesterday. She looked like she was fucking 50? And there are these two attention seeking ah lians who indulge in useless and loud conversations, giggling and trying to be smart with each of the lecturers questions. And their reason for being bloody hell irritating? "Oh! We retain here for 2 years already, so thats why we very high"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that's one of the dumbest self-declaration i have heard my whole life. You are proud that you're dumb and noisy all at the same time? Seriously, I would'nt be surprised if they stay in that school for their entire miserable life. And no, I've not made any friends in class and i hope i won't coz i just want to pass this module, get my diploma and leave the stupid school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-3059684595702479339?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/3059684595702479339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=3059684595702479339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3059684595702479339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3059684595702479339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-first-time.html' title='The 2nd First Time'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7005757065424406465</id><published>2009-04-05T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:48:04.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey guys.. Here i am wondering to myself whether i should organize another chalet for my peeps.. But the last time i did it, i spent over $200, wasted tons of food and got only a handful of thank you's.. So i'm was thinking over dat last chalet i opened and i asked myself, was it all worth it? I want u guys to decide. This was how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Naz thought of a wonderful idea, to open a chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Naz started calling people up and of all the millions of people he invited, only 20 showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Naz spent over $200, paying for the chalet and food and only demanded that each person only pay $5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Naz lost alot of money playing blackjack because of Reuben's stupendous luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. The food that Naz brought were eventually wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.In total, Naz only got 5 Thank You's, 4 of them written/typed, 1 of them in cash and NONE of them verbally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So guys, take another moment to ponder upon all 6 of the points I experienced. Hell yeah it was fun and worth every cent of mine. But do you think anyone in their right mind would do it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know everyone wants another repeat and i have no problem planning everything again but contribute people! CONTRIBUTE!&lt;/div&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/309615045544563554-7005757065424406465?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7005757065424406465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7005757065424406465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7005757065424406465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7005757065424406465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/04/encore.html' title='Encore'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-6514474296796647581</id><published>2009-03-27T20:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:12:14.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SczCgSz-FiI/AAAAAAAAABs/QSGku2xTTCM/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317839120079132194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SczCgSz-FiI/AAAAAAAAABs/QSGku2xTTCM/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SczCA6U-81I/AAAAAAAAABk/fCO9PE2NVa4/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317838580930769746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SczCA6U-81I/AAAAAAAAABk/fCO9PE2NVa4/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these pictures this morning when i was staring at the sky outside my window. I sat there for a good 10 mins.. And in those 10 mins, I wondered.. What it felt like to fly through the air and for just an hour or two, sit among the clouds and leave all my worries behind.. yea, i noe that's impossible but there's no harm letting my imagination get the exercise it needs right?&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;Ok, back to what else i was thinking during that seemingly long 10 mins.. To anyone with brains, you should figure out by now that i was daydreaming so please bear with what u will encounter in this ridiculous post. After i that first thought i had, next up i imagined wat it would be like if i could time travel.. LOL.. Use your brains ppl.. IMAGINATION!! wouldnt it be nice if we could go back in time? we could correct the mistakes we did, do wat we regretted not doing or even avert a disaster.. But then again everything happens for a reason so it might not be so smart to change anything..&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;And finally i was thinking where would i go when i die.. for this part right here, there is no imagination needed and i will not go further into the details of that final thought i had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, next time when you see a beautiful sky, landscape etc., sit back and relax.. And let your imagination run wild baby!! (This post may seem cliched or corny to some but who cares? the fact that you read all the way to this part right here shows that u chose to read this.. I didn't force you.. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-6514474296796647581?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/6514474296796647581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=6514474296796647581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6514474296796647581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6514474296796647581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/03/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SczCgSz-FiI/AAAAAAAAABs/QSGku2xTTCM/s72-c/DSC00417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5819113312900852649</id><published>2009-03-23T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:38:00.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining Of The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all.. To all my faithful blog visitors (if there are any, i hope) sorry for the long absence. Its been one helluva month. I've been working my ass off to pay my remoduling fees which thank god i have settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from kelantan on sunday morning so i'm abit tired from the 9 hour bus ride.. I'm telling you, even till now i can still feel the bus seat on my ass.. Sigh.. What a boring life i lead.. I work day in and day out and even if i don't work, i'll be staying at home doing nothing.. The Fab 4 don't go out no more.. Don't get me wrong, i'm up for an outing anytime but the other 3 are too busy leading their lives.. Eugene's busy with school and his friends, Manfred's busy trying not to waste money and finding a job coz he has to pay off his remoduling debts and Marvin.. Let's just say i dun even hear from him no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i hate to admit it but this may be the part where all four of us finally part ways.. Could it actually happen? I dunno.. But if it goes on like this, it ain't impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, i gtg.. I need to get ready for soccer.. I'll try to update often.. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5819113312900852649?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5819113312900852649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5819113312900852649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5819113312900852649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5819113312900852649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitary.html' title='The Begining Of The End'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-7354973918370550255</id><published>2009-02-18T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:48:19.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got my paycheck yesterday.. Didn't expect to get my pay so soon though.. i've only been working for like 2 weeks.. I'm satisfied with what i got and i think its reasonable for all that work i did for the past two weeks although there was a big hoo-ha about us getting under paid.. 2nd week of work was great coz eugene n gang started work.. They are not working this week again though which means i'm on my own again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might be wondering, "Cmon' Naz.. why is your post so boring this time??" Truth is, i've really no mood to blog.. The only reason i'm blogging is dat i'm bored out of my wits and the nearest thing within my reach is this lappy.. Why am i so blue you might ask.. Lemme ask u, if you are damn tired, having slept only a total of 5 hours for the past 2 days, doing extremely boring work and come home only to face a 800 pound fucker, would you be enthusiastic about your life right now? Would you want to cherish every second of your 24-hour day when you know life's a hell hole? Not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wish this period of my life would go away coz the only positive thing i can take from this experience i'm having when it is over, is the fact that it is over.. Go figure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-7354973918370550255?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/7354973918370550255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=7354973918370550255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7354973918370550255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/7354973918370550255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/02/reap.html' title='The Reap'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-2430222475506800470</id><published>2009-02-06T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:22:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey people.. Today is marks the last day of my first week at work. And honestly, it didn't turn out to be as fun as i expected.. Some of you might say "Since when was work ever fun?" Don't get me wrong.. I thought it'd be fun coz i was supposed to be working with eugene, yong kang and hou yee.. but they have not had any work to do this whole week thus resulting in me working alone with strangers.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i realised that office work is not that easy.. There's tons of work to do, plenty of deadlines to meet and countless of backbreaking hours in a cold and uncomfortable room.. And when i mean backbreaking, i mean GLASS-SHATTERING-TWIG-SNAPPING-ROCK-CRUMBLING-KINDA-BACKBREAKING.. If you wanna find out how that feels like, lie down on a huge, pointed, rock and get a double decker bus crammed with ridiculously obese old faggots and let it run over 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;Anyway, my back is killing me right now so i don't know how much longer i can take the punishment.. I know i need the money but at the end of the day, will it all be worth it? I sure hope so.. &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 also made new friends at work.. Although they are all girls, (This totally doesn't make me the luckiest guy in the world) it is actually not that bad.. I mean they like to bitch and gossip alot, which is the number one ingredient for having a great laugh without being crazy and make a fool out of urself.. But other than that, work is still such a bore... Lets hope february flies past fast like the speed of a hamster on the treadmill.. I could do with the money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-2430222475506800470?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/2430222475506800470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=2430222475506800470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2430222475506800470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/2430222475506800470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/02/agony.html' title='Agony'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5256065047208975814</id><published>2009-01-30T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:08:14.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally back in singapore and although i've only been in malaysia for two days, i missed my home dearly. Thank God i was born in Singapore. Anyway i 'balik kampung' on wednesday to visit a sick relative.. I went thr with my family and relatives. In total, it was a convoy of 4 families and 3 cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to anyone driving up to Malaysia, be sure to stop by at the Machap Rest and Refreshment place. There is this Baskin Robbins ice cream shop that sells killer ice cream.. In killer ice cream i mean to die for. I dun usually fancy ice cream unless its free but the ones at Baskin Robbins is worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the topic. I went to Malaysia to visit a sick relative. Although it as just a short stay, i was hoping to find some time to shop at KL.. maybe an hour or two.. But alas, as fate would have it, i was denied any chance at all to buy anything other than food, drinks and titbits for myself. Sigh.. I was hoping to buy a new wallet in malaysia.. Looks like i have to spend more n buy it in singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our relative's house at about 2 pm and expected to reach singapore at about 10-11 plus.. However, on our way back, another one of our relative was admitted to hospital in Melaka.. We went to visit him and ended up reaching home at 2 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, if anyone knows where to get uber cool wallets, please contact me asap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5256065047208975814?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5256065047208975814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5256065047208975814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5256065047208975814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5256065047208975814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-3214772302447271147</id><published>2009-01-23T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:19:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally updated my facebook account!! yay!! there were 16 friend requests and 32 other requests waiting for my approval since i last logged about 6 mnths ago. The problem with facebook is that everything looks complicated and it needs tons of dedication to take it under control. That is why i've nt used facebook for quite a while. Anyway, like i said, i've finally updated my facebook account so you guys might want to check it out. To shirley and victoria: i've uploaded the sakae pic in my facebook account so pls go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the fucker is back home. I'm just praying and hoping he leaves soon so i can finally get my 32-inch tv in the room. Life has been miserable this month. I have to sleep on the couch coz he's back and i cnt stand the sight of him. Been helping my dad out at his stall and i'm uber shacked. But its ok. At least i get money for my tv by helping him. So its eyes on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting work at Hewitt on the 2nd of feb and frankly speaking, i cant wait. But for now i'm turning in for the night. I'm just dead-beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-3214772302447271147?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/3214772302447271147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=3214772302447271147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3214772302447271147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/3214772302447271147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-8855727636124403612</id><published>2009-01-08T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:11:15.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IX</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl... Finally got my hands on a computer.. Its my dad's lappy so i can only use it for a while.. Lucky me, i've just enough time to blog on whats been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its a new year.. At around this time, most ppl would be busy planning out their new year's resolutions. But i've decided to scrap that idea this year.. Coz i noe all the resolutions i once swore to fulfill in the beginning of the year would eventually be left unfulfilled as i give in to the various temptations one would face in their everyday lives. So i've learned to  take things in my stride and accept wat this year has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's look at the cheers and jeers of the year 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Barack Obama for being the first African-american President of USA (Change has come to America!)&lt;br /&gt;To the Singapore Table Tennis team for winning our first olympic medal since the the age of the dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;To the Spain football team for winning the Euro 08 (Espana!!)&lt;br /&gt;To Michael Phelps for being a lean-mean-medal-winning-machine&lt;br /&gt;To Usain Bolt for being the fastest man on earth&lt;br /&gt;To Harry Redknapp for bringing Spurs out of last place (I'm a gooner but still, this guy is incredible)&lt;br /&gt;To Hull City for being a force to be reckoned with&lt;br /&gt;To the people who gave up their MRT and bus seats to those who need it more&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful people who attended my chalet&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful people who helped out at my chalet&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful people who remembered my birthday&lt;br /&gt;To the Auntie who appeared in the New Paper for giving out food to the foreign workers&lt;br /&gt;To the television series; The Little Nyonya, for being the highest-rated drama since the age of the dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful people who helped me in my time of need&lt;br /&gt;To my friend Syanaz for giving me countless rides to school and other places (Thanks dude)&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who made me laugh 'till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;To Eugene for being the best bro in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jeers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To President Bush for failing to withdraw the US troops out of Iraq even after no WOMADs (Weapons of Mass Destruction) were found there&lt;br /&gt;To the Singapore Football team for failing to beat Vietnam in the AFF Suzuki cup even though they dominated the match&lt;br /&gt;To the England Football Team for failing to even qualify for the Euro 08&lt;br /&gt;To the people responsible for the melamine contamination in our everyday products (You guys killed babies for God's sake)&lt;br /&gt;To the terrorists involved in the Mumbai attacks. (Condolences to the family of the Singaporean who was killed)&lt;br /&gt;To the Thais who have nothing better to do than protesting the appointment of every new Prime Minister&lt;br /&gt;To the old man who smoked in the MRT (He appeared in the New Paper. Video can be found on YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;To all the uber kiasu aunties who rush or 'die-die also must squeeze' into the MRT&lt;br /&gt;To the people who made my life miserable&lt;br /&gt;To the people who forgot my birthday&lt;br /&gt;To the people who didn't attend my chalet&lt;br /&gt;To the bastard who made my family miserable (The house feels happier without you so just curl up and die)&lt;br /&gt;To the Singapore Government for making more places smoke free (Damn you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-8855727636124403612?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/8855727636124403612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=8855727636124403612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8855727636124403612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/8855727636124403612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2009/01/ix.html' title='IX'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5025010735380721319</id><published>2008-11-18T14:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:00:39.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacklustre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SSJdqsn0SuI/AAAAAAAAABE/vqeS1UjIpgk/s1600-h/seoul%2520pic%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269877502090955490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SSJdqsn0SuI/AAAAAAAAABE/vqeS1UjIpgk/s320/seoul%2520pic%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days back, i was hoping that i would enjoy my birthday this year.. but i had that funny feeling that wat i had hoped for was not going to happen.. And true enough, it did not happen.. I'm nt saying i didn't enjoy it at all, coz with eugene n melvin arnd you're bound to have fun... we did some wacky stuff too... its just dat i was hoping for so much more.. the initial plan was to go bowling.. in the end, 4 of the ppl who were supposed to show up, didn't show up.. 2 of them are supposedly my 'bros'... ya right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this section is specially for these two ppl whom i shall not name... u noe who u are... nxt time if i ask u guys out, and u think u are to 'cool' or too 'high class' or watever shit to go out wif me, just tell it straight to my face... dun gimme stupid excuses... eg. you're tired coz u slept late.. (who doesn't) you have to renew ur passport even when u just did it 3 mnths ago.. both of u have a family dinner on a saturday, at the same time, on the same day... who knows it might even be at the same place.. and when u cnt go out last minute, pls have the bloody balls and courtesy to call me n tell me over the phone instead of juz leaving me a msg? and finally, if you're gonna miss my bday, dun try to make it up by giving me an early celebration or stuff like dat coz it wont work!! i dun need dat shit!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok back to the topic... instead of gg bowling, we played games and ate at seoul garden... i would really like to thank eugene and melvin for being able to celebrate my birthday with me... mayb we'll enjoy more nxt year... that was my birthday wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5025010735380721319?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5025010735380721319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5025010735380721319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5025010735380721319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5025010735380721319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2008/11/lacklustre.html' title='Lacklustre'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SSJdqsn0SuI/AAAAAAAAABE/vqeS1UjIpgk/s72-c/seoul%2520pic%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-5008917872698364723</id><published>2008-11-13T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:27:48.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom! I'm Growing!</title><content type='html'>Yes... Its that time of year again.. It's the day when my mom suffered so much just to give birth to me 17 yrs back.. thnks mom... That day is the 15th of november; my birthday... now i noe ya'll gonna get excited when u find out that its my bday dis sat.. i noe some of you want to gif me hugs, kisses, and whatever not... some of you might even want to get me presents.. but i want to tell u that its ok... i do nt need presents... nvr got any for the past 8 yrs or so.. so it wouldnt make much of a difference if i dun get any presents dis yr either... but if some of u stubborn ppl insist on doing so, here is my birthday wishlist.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander McQueen Vascular Puma Shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swatch 007 Villian Collection Baron Samedi Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 161 Quiksilver Shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8GB Sony Memory Stick Pro Duo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New PSP (my current psp is all crapped up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Sherman Jacket... (Manfred should know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so if thr is anyone who insists on buying me presents, strictly follow the wishlist i have provided above.. thank u... haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-5008917872698364723?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/5008917872698364723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=5008917872698364723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5008917872698364723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/5008917872698364723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-mom-im-growing.html' title='Look Mom! I&apos;m Growing!'/><author><name>nazzy™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635455641306519366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/TF75wf9jtOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NDX4QdxeCrI/S220/DSCN0066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309615045544563554.post-3903534292629002235</id><published>2008-11-11T11:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:35:57.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Up Your Mind And See Like Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SRkAYWWrqXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwlcoOBUyrE/s1600-h/P081108_19.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267241657504082290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOVSqphQI58/SRkAYWWrqXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwlcoOBUyrE/s320/P081108_19.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from KL on Monday morning and i'm still feeling pretty tired.. When i was thr, i attended this convention cum dinner which was held by 4Life Research, a network marketing company i'm currently working in. It was at this beautiful building called PICC (Putrajaya International Convention Center) in of course, Putrajaya.. and damn, it was big... rarely do i get to see beautiful stuff in malaysia.. (no offense fellow ppl of malaysia) anyway dat was not the point. we were celebrating the company's 4th anniversary in malaysia. It was a grand event as they served a buffet dinner in a huge hall.. (refer to the pic above.) after dat we were ushered into this auditorium hall that was bout 15 times bigger than the lecture theater in MDIS.. and with the deco and set up in the auditorium, it looked more like a rock concert than a convention.. anyway 4Life Research produces a product named Transfer Factor. (TF). and i believe that this product is godsent. someone once told me that with every disease god sends down to earth, a cure also follows.. but dun get me wrong, TF is no miracle cure.. The miracle cure is in each and every one of us.. it is our immune system.. and TF helps to strengthen our immune system by up to 500% a capsule! now thats catastrophic.. anyway scientists have predicted that in the future, TF will be in every home.. that's why i'm joning in this venture.. so 5-6 yrs down the road if god-willing, i'll be a guy with big ambitions and even bigger pockets.. 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So Far...</title><content type='html'>Yes people... im tired of xanga and im jumping to this one, whatever it is... and i hope its better than the old one.. this being my first post, i'll intro myself just in case u ppl forget who i am... (which is very unlikely coz i noe u guys love me too much to forget me... right?) my name is Nazrul Danial aka nazzy wuzzy aka nazzy aka spiderman (dun ask me why)... im 17 dis yr and i went to de la salle pri, christ church sec and currently studying in MDIS college... im just ur average teenager filled with mixed emotions about life and those kinda things... i grew up wanting to be a policeman... dat didnt work out... then i wanted to be a football player.. dat didnt work out.. then i wanted to form a band... you guessed it, it dint work out.. so now all i want to be when i grow up is to be a multi-millionaire, marry a smokin' hot blonde girl, live in USA and die at the age of 350... and i have this funny feeling, that this will work out just fine... yea baby.. who am i kidding? ok back to the real world.. at the moment, im just trying to finish my diploma, take another diploma nxt yr, go for NS, take a degree and see whr it takes me.. i got a mom, a dad, a lil' sis and a dope of a guy who im supposed to call my big bro.. thnkfully i gt wonderful friends ard me... especially three guys who has stood by me for a 5 yrs in my life... gene, fred and big bird... these are 'brothers from another mother'... when u got these guys with you, people will say ure leading a charmed life... hwever the only thing im missing in my life is dat special someone... yup... still havent found her yet.. hope she's just ard the corner.. ok then i gtg... gotta finish up my assignment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/309615045544563554-6108909523746238545?l=oneman-rockband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/feeds/6108909523746238545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=309615045544563554&amp;postID=6108909523746238545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6108909523746238545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/309615045544563554/posts/default/6108909523746238545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneman-rockband.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-my-life-so-far.html' title='Story Of My LIfe. 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