<?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-6140630</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:25:48.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yaz03*</title><subtitle type='html'>be amused? confused? diffused? ahh..diam lah...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-6667198806749412783</id><published>2012-01-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:25:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salam :D

A very different me at the turn of the year. Despite that, still changes aplenty coming my way. Hopefully the good kind, Amin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6667198806749412783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6667198806749412783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#6667198806749412783' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-2770162275134420808</id><published>2011-01-30T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:52:10.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss blogging. Here especially. Livejournal was kinda.... a fling. Heh.The background's gone for awhile, I leave this blog untouched. Told myself that I'd post here at least once a year, but no. Missed 2010. The train's long gone now.It's 2011, Singapore's a new place. It rains non-stop, instead of being unbearably hot. I don't know which I'd prefer honestly speaking. Maybe I'm adaptable, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/2770162275134420808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/2770162275134420808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2770162275134420808' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-5410287873510604099</id><published>2009-10-22T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:30:22.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i come back to you trusty old pal. you keep my memories well, though they maybe be uncovered ever so easily.my hearts been burning since just now. fucking hell. it still rages the fire, is this what heartburn is? cos it hurts.whatta talk. HTHT with 2 girls is always refreshing. i must be careful, for they are too close to guess too easily.whens it gonna go away? i wonder. will it interfere with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/5410287873510604099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/5410287873510604099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5410287873510604099' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8270331400743677679</id><published>2008-10-27T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:55:04.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I pity the weepin' widow,Of John Doe the fellow.Hearin' her cries; bellow,Look in her face: sallow.Missed him playin' his cello,To melt her heart, so mellow.Favourite colour was yellow,Pity for living so shallow."A nursery rhyme for you madame?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8270331400743677679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8270331400743677679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8270331400743677679' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-504488511211966112</id><published>2008-08-17T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:05:12.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOO. Its been a taxing first week, that ended on Friday where i covered almost the entire Singapore on Bandit. Hahaha.Played for NUS, where I guess I've discovered a position that I may fancy. Whether I'm eventually picked is all up to the coach. Rejection can be a bitter pill to swallow. Heh. But I'm pretty much decided that I'd join climbing if I make the team.Studying has begun, and theres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/504488511211966112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/504488511211966112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#504488511211966112' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-4803210905976313701</id><published>2008-07-02T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:57:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got home from a good day, which got better towards the end. Haha.And when I reached home I joined my dad and brother who were watching Definitely, Maybe. I've watched it once, so when it reached the part where Abigail Breslin cries when her dad told her, "the happy ending is you" I was surprised I choked up. For the second time. Haha. That little girl has tremendous acting ability. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/4803210905976313701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/4803210905976313701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4803210905976313701' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-3762271644594727475</id><published>2008-05-17T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:18:39.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bandit was like Banditto Rockett man tonite. I don't know, maybe there was something about today. These machines have moods I tell ya. PS3 is comin' to town. Alhamdullilah. =)EEE. I caught you lookin'. Skank.Heres to a great game tommorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/3762271644594727475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/3762271644594727475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3762271644594727475' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8483252006094659909</id><published>2008-05-03T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:34:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a totally WTF kinda day. the type you look back and think i really shouldn't have done that. or those bastards should've decided earlier. or i should have just taken that damn thing. cos life's changing now, for quite some time i see. and its not gonna be nice.OH GOD. why did this have to happen? GAH.i still think this is all a dream. wake up, wake up. the rules have changed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8483252006094659909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8483252006094659909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8483252006094659909' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-1029865936410637182</id><published>2007-05-26T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:38:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in process of renewal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1029865936410637182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1029865936410637182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1029865936410637182' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-1749308956922304409</id><published>2007-03-15T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:32:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come see me at the new place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1749308956922304409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1749308956922304409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1749308956922304409' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8195899249186227228</id><published>2007-03-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:06:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day, from 2LT JoToh: "I'm gonna spend hours and hours typing out minutes...and then going for seconds."ATEC. sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8195899249186227228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8195899249186227228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8195899249186227228' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8498649206979768459</id><published>2007-02-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:25:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so. i watched The Pursuit of Happyness last night. Then Flyboys which ended only minutes ago. What a CNY of movies! baek laa..Oh yeah. Those are only the dvds. Caught Ghost Rider and Norbit in the theatres. Give the former a miss but catch the latter coz its too damn good. break stomach (pecah perot) stuff. i dun wanna go back to camp but...oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8498649206979768459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8498649206979768459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8498649206979768459' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8084571817777858082</id><published>2007-02-19T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:56:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just watched Little Miss Sunshine. Must be one of the best movies ever made. superb.oh it's been raining. guess no outdoor activities for me.Next up: Flyboys OR Pursuit of Happyness? --&gt; *its spelt that way, dammit*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8084571817777858082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8084571817777858082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8084571817777858082' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8264127012074587696</id><published>2007-02-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:04:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better TogetherThere's no combination of wordsI could put on the back of a postcardNo song that I could singBut I can try for your heartOur dreams, and they are made out of real thingsLike a, shoebox of photographsWith sepiatone lovingLove is the answer,At least for most of the questions in my heartLike why we're here? And where do we go?And how come it's so hard?It's not always easy andSometimes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8264127012074587696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8264127012074587696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8264127012074587696' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-8827042825495057706</id><published>2007-02-13T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:54:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NTU Surf &amp; Sweat 07you must exercise the proper technique.Lessons in life: Join a hotdog eating competition if you're hungry and broke.Blazing Salvo.And our ardent supporters! Thank you! Or you could say the team manager and the husband. haha.Bloody hell. Knocked out in the Round of 16 by a team of bapak2. Sick way to lose. hah. nvm la. not too bad. Saw Constance, Peng, Shi Jian. haha. macam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8827042825495057706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/8827042825495057706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8827042825495057706' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wc9xJg2C7Vc/RdEhr3mCXUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8J7rSlYK4GM/s72-c/P2040103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-3560213150470038621</id><published>2007-02-13T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:51:33.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You could be happy, and i won't know.But you weren't happy the day i, watched you go.And all the things that i wish i, had not said.Are played in loops till its madness, in my head.Is it too late to remind you, how we were.But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur.Most of what i remember, makes me sure.I should have stopped you from walkin out the door.You could be happy, i hope you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/3560213150470038621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/3560213150470038621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3560213150470038621' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-6644477345466979656</id><published>2007-01-30T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:45:49.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh.went for a run this morning. just felt like it. *oh shit, why does she hafta sign in now?*anyways, the run was good. all the way to seletar dam and back. though i hate running alone. but theres noone around in yishun to run with. tsk. going JB later. see what they can do for my bike. oh yes! my bike. i was smiling to myself all the way home yesterday. i've got a new exhaust thanks to my dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6644477345466979656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6644477345466979656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6644477345466979656' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-1522154149353350070</id><published>2006-12-30T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:05:25.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2006 is coming to a closure. and i think this must be the fastest year of my life. so many new things i've learnt and experienced. all in one year.January - slacked around. played lotsa soccer. enjoyin life. lovin it. X-S Team Dinner. started bike lessons.February - worked at Asian Aerospace and John Little Causeway Point. loved the people there. earned tons of cash. whoo. happy A Levels results.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1522154149353350070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/1522154149353350070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1522154149353350070' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-6015784379830857312</id><published>2006-12-24T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:37:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hand out the windowFloatin' on airJust a flip of the wristAnd I am wavin' you goodbyeDrive past the lifeguard standWhere I sit around waiting for you to rememberAs I driveHow the girls could turn to ghosts before your eyesAnd the very dreams that led to them are keeping them from dyingAnd how the grace with which she walked into your lifeWill stay with you in your steps,And pace with you a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6015784379830857312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/6015784379830857312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6015784379830857312' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-116278174283367905</id><published>2006-11-06T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:29:58.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never knewI never knew that everything was falling throughThat everyone I knew was waiting on a queueTo turn and run when all I needed was the truthBut that's how it's got to beIt's coming down to nothing more than apathyI'd rather run the other way than stay and seeThe smoke and who's still standing when it clearsEveryone knows I'm inOver my headOver my headWith eight seconds left in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116278174283367905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116278174283367905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116278174283367905' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-116278172202295718</id><published>2006-11-06T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:55:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Step one you say we need to talkHe walks you say sit down it's just a talkHe smiles politely back at youYou stare politely right on throughSome sort of window to your rightAs he goes left and you stay rightBetween the lines of fear and blameAnd you begin to wonder why you cameWhere did I go wrong, I lost a friendSomewhere along in the bitternessAnd I would have stayed up with you all nightHad I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116278172202295718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116278172202295718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116278172202295718' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-116169205902567674</id><published>2006-10-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:14:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCKIN ARMY LIFE ain't helpin me take my mind off things.sigh. why eh?maybe its just the long weekend.fuck fuck fuck. stay away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116169205902567674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116169205902567674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116169205902567674' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-116152641233632534</id><published>2006-10-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:13:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn. we lost. yay. aiyah, whatever la.life's like that huh? ups and down.hari raya preparations are as usual, last minute. hah.tmw's last day of fasting. and i've got many things to do man. damn. army stuff. homework. that's part of being in OCS. Officer Cadet SCHOOL. SCHOOL. SCHOOL. got tests. homework. only that its a really different kinda school. ahah. and while cleanin up my room, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116152641233632534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116152641233632534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116152641233632534' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-116145288529198479</id><published>2006-10-22T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:50:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit. just now i typed so damn long, the thing can't post a shit. now, it can. wow. thanks ah.kids nowadays should treasure their loved ones. don't regret when the time comes for them to leave. i'm saying this coz my i'm learning from a friend's personal experience. he's gonna come out strong from all this. C'mon sergeant, i'm sure you'll pull through. we're around to lend a shoulder or a helping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116145288529198479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/116145288529198479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116145288529198479' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115906509687205985</id><published>2006-09-24T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:31:38.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah ho. Alot has happened in the past 3 months? or so. Now i'm makin my transition into Pro Term for the next 6 months, and it begins on the 2nd day of Ramadhan, the fasting month. Heh. Tomorrow, this new challenge awaits me, and i'll take it head-on just like any other challenge that has come my way.If you put your mind to it, anything can be done. Ya'll know that? Hah. I remember tellin the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115906509687205985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115906509687205985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115906509687205985' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115672990899342763</id><published>2006-08-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:51:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pengsan!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115672990899342763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115672990899342763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115672990899342763' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115036610254900577</id><published>2006-06-15T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:08:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody's got his Class 2B licence...finally! Wahaha!Alhamdulillah. Phew. Scraped through with 18 points. I thought i did alright and that i could pass. Thank God i did.Now, hope i'll be safe on the road. Time to get the Vespa GT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115036610254900577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115036610254900577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115036610254900577' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115029888919119985</id><published>2006-06-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:28:09.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva la Espana! Power la Spain. Tak sia-sia aku support korang. 4-0 thumping of Ukraine. Although i feel that the scoreline is rather harsh on Ukraine, thats football. Sigh. The standard of refereeing also sucked big time. Seriously. 4 times the linesmen called for an offside that wasn't. All against Ukraine. And that red card AND penalty? Geez. Utter rubbish. I really pity Ukraine. I thought it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115029888919119985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115029888919119985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115029888919119985' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115012961889720341</id><published>2006-06-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:26:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah. Aussies were amazin. Didn't catch the match, but got the highlights. Cahill da bomb.Just got back from JB. Was supposed to go with the section but in the end only 3 of em came along. Plus my lil bro and i, that made 5. Had a good time. Retail therapy they call it. The GSS prolly spread there. Heh. So many things so cheap. Damn. I only bought a bag, shoes, long sleeve tee and polo tee. Tai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115012961889720341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115012961889720341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115012961889720341' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-115012841664505230</id><published>2006-06-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:11:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh. Block leave now. It feels super short. I'm reserve for guard duty on 13th. hopefully i'm not called up. And going to JB with my section mates on 12th.World Cup began and Philip Lahm's goal was an absolute cracker. Geez. He's gonna be a hell of a full back...you mark my words. The opening match was worth watching, though i missed the last two goals. Too sleepy la. I don't really fancy the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115012841664505230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/115012841664505230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115012841664505230' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114964678242466406</id><published>2006-06-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:19:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go ahead as you waste your days with thinkingWhen you fall everyone standsAnother day and you've had your fill of sinkingWith the life held in yourHands are shaking coldThese hands are meant to holdSpeak to me, when all you got to keep is strongMove along, move along like I know you doAnd even when your hope is goneMove along, move along just to make it throughMove alongMove alongSo a day when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114964678242466406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114964678242466406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114964678242466406' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114936251335793332</id><published>2006-06-04T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:21:53.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae. im super tired. and i must wake up at 630am tmw for match at tiong bahru. geez. why do i bother?coz i wanna play soccer! and meet my frens again!had bbq with family today. i kinda organised it. thus, it sucked. i slept in the tent after eating myself full. yeap. it just sucked la. nvm...i'll plan a better one next time. many pple didnt come anw. thats why.POP on 060606!!! WOOHOO!!! i got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114936251335793332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114936251335793332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114936251335793332' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114758139160040633</id><published>2006-05-14T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:36:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah. how long has it been? i dunno. i've totally lost track of time. my life's totally regimental now. military style.FA Cup Final last night was an absolute stunner. I was tired so i couldn't really celebrate the victory but looking back now...its fabulous. Steven Gerrard should be FIFA's player of the year for his magnificent performances in the red shirt. And Reina saved penalties like it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114758139160040633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114758139160040633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114758139160040633' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114434683128462683</id><published>2006-04-07T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:07:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uhuh. uhuh. that's right. NS enlistment is just hours from now.gee. bye guys. bye all. haha. whats the fuss really? its not like im not coming back. just weekends.i'm gonna miss soccer. that's for sure. haha. goonite now. take care.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114434683128462683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114434683128462683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114434683128462683' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114380741034790836</id><published>2006-03-31T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:16:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It suddenly loomed upon me that in enlisting into NS exactly a week from today. Gosh. Imagine that. The lovely locks on my head all gone. Can you believe it? I mean, thats a stupid question; of course not. HAHA.Shit. It does seem scary though. Well, at least i've applied for NUS and NTU and also paid the application fees. Heh. I don't know why i didn't apply for SMU. Oh well, there's always next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114380741034790836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114380741034790836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114380741034790836' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114351200192719993</id><published>2006-03-28T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:13:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can book my TP test already. But guess wad? I can't! Must wait for BMT  to finish. Coz im going in on 7th April. Sigh. I think i can ride a bike on the road already man now. At least i know now that speed limits don't matter much. Every driver drives up to the maximum speed limit for the road. So overtaking and lane-changing confirm must exceed the limit. Cheats. Heh. Don't worry. I'll ride </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114351200192719993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114351200192719993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114351200192719993' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114338353356445607</id><published>2006-03-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:32:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didier Drogba is a dog. A lying, cheating, foul mutt. sheesh. he can really be the officially most hated man in the world la. no need to say Great Britain. bitchass nigga.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114338353356445607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114338353356445607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114338353356445607' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114276374512252822</id><published>2006-03-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:22:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>28th May. Joga 3 Grand Finals.here we come! haha. hope we win, we undeserving people. heh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114276374512252822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114276374512252822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114276374512252822' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114276231602271666</id><published>2006-03-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:58:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. when will people learn? i know i didn't play my best yesterday. But with people around you who don't even seem half-interested in playing, i should really have just gone home. but i stayed coz nuri wanted to come over to shower. sigh. not a fitting start for my Vento. i don't organise matches if i don't think we can win. argh fuck it. whats the point. its over.Every team is bound to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114276231602271666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114276231602271666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114276231602271666' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114239165747467901</id><published>2006-03-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:31:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard something from the juniors (Deepan, Vishal &amp; David) about what Coach Fabio said about me. Heh. He told them that i was the most confident penalty taker during the finals. MY ASS! Haha. Man...to think he didn't want me to take it at first. Until everyone rejected the responsibility. And i told him i'll take it. Shit. I don't even know what i was thinking. Guess i had lotsa luck that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114239165747467901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114239165747467901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114239165747467901' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114202779443870234</id><published>2006-03-11T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:56:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. its early to blog aint it? i have learned a lesson in life and i'm sharing it with u guys. haha.LESSON: YOU CAN'T SLEEP ON A FULL STOMACH. OR MAYBE YOU CAN'T SLEEP AFTER A CHEESE PRATA, EGG PRATA AND 2 TEH TARIK.shit. my prac 5, the one i wanna pass badly is in few hours. 8.35 am to be exact. and i slept only for 1hour? worked my bowels 3 times man. haha. shit.... been readin Eragon by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114202779443870234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114202779443870234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114202779443870234' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114180885613212040</id><published>2006-03-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:22:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOOTS.retail therapy. haha. im not so upset about narrowly failing my prac 5. coz i bought my Lotto Vento Evolution for $29.90. On the shoebox, a sticker indicated $313.95. And when the cashier scanned the price tag, it was $199.00. I paid $29.90 for it. Imagine the loss Sportslink is making. Gosh. haha. can't wait to tell Karthik. Sportslink is selling almost every single Lotto boots for $29.90 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114180885613212040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114180885613212040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114180885613212040' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114171138769175525</id><published>2006-03-07T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:30:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goodness. its damn frustrating to fail my prac 5 again. 22 points. 4 points away from a pass. walao! i was 0.5 seconds away from a pass. i have never taken more than 11 seconds to clear the figure 8. and yesterdae's timing? 11.5 seconds. helllll..... the instructor's reaction was probably slow man! it was 0.5 seconds. friggin shit.im so pissed coz the next prac 5 is eons away. and i was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114171138769175525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114171138769175525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171138769175525' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114127864406547018</id><published>2006-03-02T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:50:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurah. A's have been cleared. Alhamdullilah for my results. its nothin spectacular of course, but as long as it keeps me moving, i'm happy. I guess JC life has been very kind to me. I grabbed that lifeline at the end of JC1 to advance, and i guess i haven't looked back since. All the last minute rush to study was worth it i guess. Thanks to Madam, Mr Lim, Miss Ang, Mr Yeo and the likes for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114127864406547018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114127864406547018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114127864406547018' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-114007563677510601</id><published>2006-02-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:40:36.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup. you guessed it. my bro fell aslp watchin tv in the living room. and what a pose too. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114007563677510601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/114007563677510601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114007563677510601' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113898086231598907</id><published>2006-02-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:34:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched Memoirs of A Geisha first thing today. man...was itBOOOOOOOORRRRIIIINNNGGG............serious ah. walao eh. anyway, met hilmi hussein todae at work. heh. it was ard 8 plus i think. cool ah he now. haha. still sepet, n forever grinning so he becomes sepet-er. in ITE now. okae ah. he was like shy2 n rushed off. hah.now i'm like john little cwp's shutter-man. i close the shutters when the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113898086231598907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113898086231598907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898086231598907' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113885444371232652</id><published>2006-02-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:27:23.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. im off today! sigh.powerla Nirwan help me cover today.loads of premiership transfers man...im just gonna watch portsmouth matches for Andres D'Alessandro. that guy is cool shit.and i hope i get the Aerospace job. woohoo.welll...i guess thats about it. just need confirmation about the NUS street soccer thing then i'll be off. to play God of War.Yeehaw. Atta cowboy.ha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113885444371232652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113885444371232652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113885444371232652' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113851852362079646</id><published>2006-01-29T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:09:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i badly need to blog. i think.all these friggin kids with their love for fish man.im in the moody moody thing. i dunno wad im talkin about.i guess i dun like my current situation. i know whats bothering me.i miss my friends. i havent played soccer in bloody long. 1 week is long dammit. and shit happens. and works gettin mundane. i mean..its fine. just mundane. hah. i envy how those full-timers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113851852362079646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113851852362079646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113851852362079646' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113726611989514567</id><published>2006-01-15T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:15:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walaoeh.panaasssssssssssss...... john little causeway point la. hahaha. ader la sebab2 nyer.siolah. liverpool is way too damn good now la. if only x-s could play like that. haha. i mean, basically la. not score goals thru volleys. but close down the opponents quickly. man, spurs cudnt breathe to pass the ball. the strikers and midfielders were great. morientes is one striker who can play in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113726611989514567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113726611989514567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113726611989514567' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113620252741522714</id><published>2006-01-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:48:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i started reading Xiaxue's blog only like less than a month ago. well, at first it was interesting la. i think now its not so la. well, her recent slate of entries were quite bastard. as in about banglas molesting girls in Orchard.i believe shit like that happens of coz. i agree with her on that. but when a girl says a bangla actually put his finger in her vagina, i was like..."whatever man."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113620252741522714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113620252741522714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113620252741522714' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113550864738051031</id><published>2005-12-25T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:04:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hola.i is back.damn has it been boring.i wanna go ns in january la........geez. i dunno what i shud do now la.i've got a cock job. which i wudnt even call a job.i'm "enjoying" xmas. i "enjoyed" my birthday yesterdae.OH WELL! i can take my bike license now! yay! okae. can book on tuesdae. just cant stand the studying part. bloody tits.and i wanna friggin beat this guy up.sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113550864738051031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113550864738051031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113550864738051031' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113444436060508790</id><published>2005-12-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:26:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fotopages have been updated and will continue to be in the near future. X-S FC is back online. &gt; http://x-sfc.blogspot.com &lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113444436060508790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113444436060508790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113444436060508790' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113246778231782101</id><published>2005-11-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:23:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i regret not wathcin Real v Barca. lionel messi looks a great deal of  talent from the stats. 7 shots from him. 20 shots from barca. real only had 5. no wonder they lost 3-0. haha. one brazillian (Ronaldinho) is better than 4 (R Carlos, Ronaldo, Robinho and Baptista). jackasses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113246778231782101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113246778231782101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113246778231782101' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113242755911257795</id><published>2005-11-20T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T03:12:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watching newcastle play football is like having a rod stuffed up ur ass in front of ur parents. i dunno why but it just is. haha. they've got two jackass clowns who can make something so simple look terribly hard. like how hard can it be for a professional player to just clear a bouncing ball? let alone, a ball already under control on their feet? the LEAST they could do is whack it as far as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113242755911257795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113242755911257795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113242755911257795' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-113017094024086696</id><published>2005-10-25T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:25:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh. i miss my friends. i duno why. hah. and i havent been muggin to my maximum. argh. got this shitty thingy. oh fish. i shall mug. and goodbye beckons doesn't it? April 7. Tekong BMTS 2. geez. i wanna go in january sial. guess i gotta work. sheesh... and i dunno many malays gg to army. why they send all the mats to police? am i not mat enuf? maybe la huh? haha.sigh. and my moneys dwindling. of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113017094024086696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/113017094024086696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017094024086696' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112835451816005571</id><published>2005-10-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:48:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOH. just watched this movie.FINAL FANTASY 7 : ADVENT CHILDREN.steam siol. cloud strife vs sephiroth. sialah. the good old PS and final fantasy days. those of u who think its like that shitty first final fantasy movie, the spirits within or some shit like that, it aint.go watch go watch. but then again. i think im the only one who has it on dvd. hahahaha.BYEE. man were the fight scenes amazing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112835451816005571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112835451816005571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112835451816005571' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112680062093624954</id><published>2005-09-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:10:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some things u say or do just come back to haunt u dont they? so remember kids, watch wad u say and think before u act. heh.hey, i'm sorry alrgt? for evrythin. and i know u are too.p.s. its red.hiatus is so cliche but guess wad?! i like chiches. i shall go on a hiatus now. and u guys have fun. i can recommend http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.com though. i'm serious! but warnin, parents wont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112680062093624954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112680062093624954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680062093624954' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112531191220915830</id><published>2005-08-29T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:31:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my youngest bro can be a bloody irritatin pain-in-the-ass one moment, but a totally cute adorable idiot the next. jackass. in fact, he's hilarious.just look. a lazy sunday afternoon.ouh btw, i tried carbonara for the first time todae.VERDICT: i'll never eat carbonara again ever if i had a choice.thats about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112531191220915830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112531191220915830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112531191220915830' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112461061566357080</id><published>2005-08-21T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:50:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the hell is wrong if Liverpool Football Club? i dun need ur opinions. Benitez is quite cock with his summer signings.Zenden? okae he's QUITE good. but i dun see him improvin liverpool. Riise's definitely better. i hope he proves me wrong. and sooner rather than later. Le Tallec should just be played n not loaned to some jackbitch club. he would've been good. at least he's one for the future! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112461061566357080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112461061566357080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112461061566357080' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112450243621016776</id><published>2005-08-20T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:52:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self:u shud've known son.u ain't never good enuff.but well.shake it off n let it burn?i've got future to worry about. or maybe two.got this somewhere, heh:love isn't a decision.its a feeling.if we could all decide who we loved,it would be much simpler,but much less magical.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112450243621016776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112450243621016776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112450243621016776' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112437984191898314</id><published>2005-08-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:44:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't drink Red Bull. Kratingdaeng.Instead, have GOLD COW! found it in some pasar malam some time ago. haha. shitloads. imitation red bull also have.sigh, it's ALWAYS on my mind now. and songs songs songs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112437984191898314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112437984191898314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112437984191898314' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112402842674654765</id><published>2005-08-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:09:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had decided to showcase my classmate's innate artistic ability. Heh. Today marks the debut of Jian's Mini Comics (JMC).p.s. i'm sorry it's damn friggin lame ah. but the art is good considerin it's done in pen and free hand rgt? hahaha. k i'll shuttup and ask him to gimme smth better to post. heard that jian?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112402842674654765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112402842674654765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112402842674654765' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112401762855520270</id><published>2005-08-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:08:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouh what the fuck. yeah. i shdnt be sayin much.hmm. needta start on econs. but then, my granma wants pple over coz my aunt's bf comin over to meminang if ya'll do understand. hafta go anw. and econs is wasted. havin fucked yest, i've only had todae. but went enjoyin myself juz now. fuh. improvement.ciao, ma niggas.i dunno what the fuck to do ya know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112401762855520270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112401762855520270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112401762855520270' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112358393278272229</id><published>2005-08-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:38:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its muthafriggin boring. i cant study for nuts without music. my room suddenly became non-conduscive aft my bro transferred the comp to his room. dammit. i dun listen to my mp3 player anymore. only in times of desperation. i was like, doin one qns, then walkin ard the house and the cycle continues...argh. fag. i hope i ain't emo on my entries coz i cant stand guys like that. brr. fuggit.just for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112358393278272229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112358393278272229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112358393278272229' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112341300734441912</id><published>2005-08-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:34:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. these two days were rather eventful. so i got myself in some situation. what to do, imma nice guy. ok shuttup. then last nite went out with nic, yujin, farhan, shah n bhai. went far east, farhan got himself a friggin gay cuff. then he brought us to some turkish restaurant below which i didnt know existed. heh. stuff there aint cheap man. its more like a restaurant/fast food outlet. anw, that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112341300734441912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112341300734441912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112341300734441912' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112239160470943875</id><published>2005-07-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:26:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEDAP AH, SEDAP AH, SEDAP...correct not yujin?? haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112239160470943875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112239160470943875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239160470943875' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112221536631558847</id><published>2005-07-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:24:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112221536631558847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112221536631558847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112221536631558847' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112186454016157844</id><published>2005-07-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:02:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all you fishifooloolalaksorongkekektootsiebottocang should thank me.heh. saved all of you from all this shit ya know?GAH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112186454016157844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112186454016157844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186454016157844' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112101235858984343</id><published>2005-07-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:19:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone's like "no vulgarities"-ing around about exams and results. typical JC students.me?"no vulgarities"-ing slacking around.actually i'm not really slacking. just slowly doing my revision at my own pace. mid-years are a goner. can't even get me a boner. haha. not funny sial.okay...hmm. nizar can't play soccer. means x-s is shelved til after As. unless we just can't stand it and wanna play. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112101235858984343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112101235858984343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112101235858984343' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112101172993637328</id><published>2005-07-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:08:49.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"memang benar, cinta memang buta. banyak gadis cantik sini-sana.macam mana aku boleh suka, pada si dia dewi jelita?"i can't live with this.no no. no profanities. no vulgarities.no vulgarities. no profanities.yeah. whats the use anyway? thats rite. haha.retire. i feel like thats the best option now.hate me. hate me.vicious wave. high frequency. short wavelengths.how do we see eye to eye when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112101172993637328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112101172993637328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112101172993637328' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112041326512285891</id><published>2005-07-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:54:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. i'm sleepy. but nvm. well, saturdae morning first. the match went well. evryone came on time so we could start the match before the other group arrived. heh. then we best PCC (aka TKSS chinese team) 4-1. brazil argentina. heh. but they scored first courtesy of Amin's mistake. then we equalised just before the break thanks to the efforts of the two subs (coz they were late), Long and Shahrul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112041326512285891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112041326512285891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041326512285891' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-112037435950202673</id><published>2005-07-03T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:11:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>picture courtesy of Bul. who was bored. and names accordin to our coach's pronounciation.and check this out. freestyle dope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112037435950202673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/112037435950202673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112037435950202673' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111971782163958796</id><published>2005-06-26T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:44:51.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>played against some church team just now. nizar's pri sch fren. beat em 6-1.goalscorers: boon, farrell, wee meng, shahrul, me (penalty. haha) and yong liang. their uncle joseph scored for them at 3-1. heh.hadta pay a bloody 150 bucks for the flooded field at turf city. 75 per team. sialah. each player 5 bucks. nizar paid 10 coz he organised. tsk. if only it didnt rain. then can play at the ssc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111971782163958796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111971782163958796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971782163958796' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111963110161832449</id><published>2005-06-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:38:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pms is disastrous. its as bad as my maths. hahaha. in case u don't know, my maths is horrible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111963110161832449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111963110161832449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963110161832449' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111937508611213564</id><published>2005-06-22T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:31:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>batman begins was hella good. and ali's blogs like frickin nobody's business. i am up at this hour supposedly to study, but ended up bloghoppin. i gotta control man. fuck. i gtg slp. i dunw anna wake up at 12 like todae. damn fuckin irritatin. and i think my life is in a mess. heh. really fucked up. why are we all such cowards. to live our lives the way we want it to be. not conform to society. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111937508611213564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111937508611213564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111937508611213564' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111885412240006795</id><published>2005-06-16T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:49:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh. from azzah's blog. very good. very strong. sideburn also, very long."what exactly is the right sort of love? when can you be said to love someone you're not supposed to? or for that matter, what is love? and if love IS love, then how can there be right or wrong? "haha. hell. how'd i know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111885412240006795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111885412240006795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885412240006795' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111873446914820444</id><published>2005-06-14T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:36:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe we really are over and done with. as doubtful as i am. fuck it.i realise studyin at home is good.i need a break. i wanna train everyday. and play matches every weekend. not study, study and study. i miss those training days. though i dont really enjoy them whenever the coach starts fuckin ard. am i vulgar or what? who cares anw? sheesh. okay la.she's gone for four days. and no more sentosa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111873446914820444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111873446914820444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873446914820444' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111848905673126009</id><published>2005-06-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T19:24:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>females, please dont be offended by my previous post. it's all in the name of good fun. i mean, my blog ain't serious. so pardon me yeah? heh.i'm feelin down in the dumps. evrythin kinda sucks la. watched singapore u-18s get beaten by malaysia last nite. darn. they threw it away totally in the last minute. our boys just weren't fit both mentally n physically enough. extra time killed them. how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111848905673126009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111848905673126009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111848905673126009' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111831985918744449</id><published>2005-06-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:25:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's love?haha. i say it's skippin a Brazil-Argentina World Cup Qualifier live on tv to go meet up and study. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111831985918744449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111831985918744449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111831985918744449' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111704118907004940</id><published>2005-05-26T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:39:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo! campione...campione...ole ole ole! haha. bloody hell. A Division Soccer Finals 2005. MJC vs VJC at National Stadium. we beat em! 1-1 at fulltime. 6-5 at penalties. we even sent a few of em into the dressing room. talk about the fittest team in A div. heh. it's all in the mind. i got a run in 4 mins from time. in 2nd half of extra time to be exact. haha. but hey. no many of u here can say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111704118907004940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111704118907004940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111704118907004940' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111666356506166804</id><published>2005-05-21T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:21:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. so lets start with yesterday. brilliantly done la yest. we beat rjc. 1-0. ivan scored. supersub. heh. completely overran them. they only threatened their goal like twice? yeah. we were in their half most for like the whole match. can't believe it. next wednesday, national stadium. of coz im most prolly not gonna start and the likelihood of me comin on is kinda slim. anyway, im steppin on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111666356506166804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111666356506166804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111666356506166804' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111539847253756074</id><published>2005-05-07T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:54:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dunno laa... hope it'll be better. so far, i dunno how it could.we must qualify for the semis. cmon ah guys.Anand is a bitchass crazy dude. he's ridiculous. he kept singin A Whole New World durin maths lecture and now its kinda stuck on me. haha.me: Eh Kin, u heard about the new Backstreet Boys album?Hon Kin: No.me: It's Incomplete.Hon Kin: -_-Me: Serious la sial.haha. it IS entitled Incomplete</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111539847253756074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111539847253756074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539847253756074' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111444186268264044</id><published>2005-04-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:11:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee. tmw's physics test. and im gonna fail. sch's been damn slack. doin tutorials in lect. havin lectures which are totally boring or sleep-inducing. haha. either way, the same thing la. sigh. so things have been fine for me. hmm. quarrels tend to get pple closer dont they? heh.yay. collected silver in 1500m just now. then qualified for 400m. on 55 seconds. WHEE. nizar ran in 52s in sec 4. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111444186268264044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111444186268264044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444186268264044' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111305714007168889</id><published>2005-04-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:32:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the week definitely improved. by a million miles. gee. on mondae, it was just bad. started even from the weekends. her moodswings and my dad hospitalised. then on tuesday, it got worse. my dad gg for op, and i tore my aunts puma bag. yeap, the red one. she still doesnt know. haha. but at least her mood was much better. and got better up til todae. the days got better. my dads fine, got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111305714007168889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111305714007168889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111305714007168889' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111262139461707033</id><published>2005-04-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:29:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They don't know.I just knew it was gonna be a bad start to the week. Heh. I'm not surprised. I just hope everything gets better by the end of the week. They must. Or it'll be damn crap ah. Hopefully TTSH finds nothing wrong with my dad and all. Sigh."Inside Out" - YellowcardHere.A little sympathy for you to waste on meI know you're faking it but that's okayAnd I don't want to drag it outDon't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111262139461707033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111262139461707033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111262139461707033' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111190057093936061</id><published>2005-03-27T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T13:16:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bloody hell had fun at hougang street soccer court yest...seems i havent lost much of the touches. haha. wif them fella ASS-es, monfort ppl, and mj pple. wooh. im comin back there again. to lobang more pple. and basically haf friggin fun. wooh.Diamonds are forever. And so are mood swings.=) i dunno how i can manage to handle em.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111190057093936061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111190057093936061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111190057093936061' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111174081703590346</id><published>2005-03-25T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:53:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the only time a woman can bang a man from the back is when she's driving a car.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111174081703590346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111174081703590346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111174081703590346' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111159526669637122</id><published>2005-03-24T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:27:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all the tests disappointing ah. heh. wargh.training pon main macam sialan. wargh.winning eleven je aku menang. whee.besok kluar! whee.but overall its rather frickin me out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111159526669637122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111159526669637122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111159526669637122' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111150079530523854</id><published>2005-03-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:13:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm something different from my last entry. heh. =)wahaha. tmw ive got phy n maths! die la.  serious. die. tsk. bye.hmm. X-cntry on 13th April. Bola starts on 11th April. hope theres no match on 13th. whee.gotta do last minute muggin. ciao.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111150079530523854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111150079530523854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111150079530523854' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111069198930286425</id><published>2005-03-13T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:33:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading todae's newpaper on wat really goes on at beach bashes in S'pore and those friggin gay shit stuff tht happens when i checked my friendster and some UK gay bitch sent me a message. u wish i'd get back to u. UGH.haha. yest was an unplanned day out. wad a coincidence to know she was also gg airport. heh. and i wonder how she had the feelin she'd see me. oh! i wanna sprain sumore parts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111069198930286425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111069198930286425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111069198930286425' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-111029215418025971</id><published>2005-03-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:02:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alermak. i faster2 blog ah. havent had time to blog. not even abt play to win. heh. iffah blogged abt it. sheesh.so if u wanna knw those fat freaks who won...go to http://www.nikefootball.com.sg and when the pop-up comes up and finish loadin, u click on "Events" on the lower left hand side of the screen. den u'll see the senior winners. holy cow. its the ugliest winners. haha. the nike fella told</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111029215418025971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/111029215418025971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029215418025971' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110934816705453686</id><published>2005-02-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:16:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahahahahahahahahahahahahha.THIS i gotta blog. irshad.those tarantulas you see on my head... they're called dreadlocks. (totemo isugashi desu) says:lolthose tarantulas you see on my head... they're called dreadlocks. (totemo isugashi desu) says:ur nickthose tarantulas you see on my head... they're called dreadlocks. (totemo isugashi desu) says:mind if i copy it?its not that i don't dance. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110934816705453686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110934816705453686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934816705453686' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110934696272583464</id><published>2005-02-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:56:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"By the declining day, Lo! man is in a state of loss, Save those who believe and do good works, and exhort one another to truth and exhort one another to endurance."from Halim's blog. =) haha. returnin the favour.well, another quote fer y'all. "Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends." - Czech proverbsuddenly, tht sounded wrong. haha. like sacrificin ur frens. nvm la. y'all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110934696272583464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110934696272583464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934696272583464' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110909734237604342</id><published>2005-02-23T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T02:35:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ho. training was good just now. much better than saturdae. and evryone did good. haha. i think i did good. sigh. just gotta keep it up or raise the bar. i've got a very packed sch break. and 2 tests when sch resumes nxt week. amazing ah. gosh. i want scv la dammit. ccb. haha. i cant slp. act, can ah. but choose not to.finish econs n slp la yasin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110909734237604342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110909734237604342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110909734237604342' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110899215451660086</id><published>2005-02-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:23:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Where Ronaldinho is all smiles, Barca' keeper Victor Valdés always looks as if someone has just insulted his mother."haha. im runnin SWIFT x-cntry this sat. wish me luck and pray for me. heh. *excitement siol*and things between us seems so much better. heh.its all good. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110899215451660086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110899215451660086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899215451660086' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110890534890066940</id><published>2005-02-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:15:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so, one blardee long and taxing saturdae of my life has passed.started wif trg. which was not too good. in fact, it was rather bad. heh. i dunno. i really felt like giving up. the heat was fuckin hell unbearable. argh. dun even wanna think of it. bhai was fuckin lazy and gave neck pain as an excuse to stay home. but good oso ah for later nike comp. so aft trg, went to eat at tamp s-11 wif lel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110890534890066940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110890534890066940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890534890066940' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110876775929250031</id><published>2005-02-19T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:02:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you love me, but you don't know who i am..." man...i love the new 3 doors down song ah. heh.bhai juz msged and said hes not gg trg. wahlao. im dead beat. i dun thk i shd go. wednesdae i did econs tys and thus slpt late. then thurs trg so i was sleepy and tired. but pulled thru. then the next dae, fridae, which was yesterdae, had x-cntry trials. did pretty okae la. Alhamdullilah. now saturdae </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110876775929250031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110876775929250031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110876775929250031' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110706206476945039</id><published>2005-01-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:14:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>past 2 daes were great for me. well, fridae was mjc's road race dae. and tht dae was prolly one of the best daes of my life. and one of the worst daes of hers. sigh. its just her series of unfortunate events. heh. the next day, which was yest, i had trg in de morn. and aft some stuff cropped up, i ended up at coffeebean wif constance and nurul. haha. cool la. was never close to them. but we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110706206476945039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110706206476945039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110706206476945039' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110674713816934070</id><published>2005-01-26T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:45:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im pissed off. sigh.  gotta do econs.theres some big match tmw i think. we're playin against the national u-17 team, from wad we've heard. haha. and zul's playin for us i guess. we could do with some quality like that. evryone must step up their game. i just wanna quit. heh. bhai's also gg thru some phase where evythin in trg goes wrong. actually, im not ah. im in a phase where im just sick n </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110674713816934070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110674713816934070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674713816934070' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140630.post-110536371105539801</id><published>2005-01-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:37:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back! *excitement and surprise fills the staganting air of boredom in the bloggin world...* haha. aku boring ah. second week of sch. lotsa work. realli lotsa. coz i didnt do much durin holz? haha. k ah, i didnt say its not my fault. friggin zallie has completed quite alot. and i gotta burn a cd. hmm. friendster got new layout sia. who cares? checked my junk mail. got a few of this. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110536371105539801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140630/posts/default/110536371105539801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaz03.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536371105539801' title=''/><author><name>fabreyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253863504665504914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
