<?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-6353729941360397971</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:02:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zal writes about...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-4178997758554137560</id><published>2009-08-24T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:04:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;We chase misprinted lies&lt;br /&gt;We face the path of time&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fight&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fight&lt;br /&gt;This battle all alone&lt;br /&gt;No one to cry to&lt;br /&gt;No place to call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift of self is raped&lt;br /&gt;My privacy is raked&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find&lt;br /&gt;Repeating in my head&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be my own&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel better dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...Oooh...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best songs to listen to when u feel down. But i don't recommend this song to those who have suicidal thoughts cos this song is sure gonna make you go ahead with you suicide plans. Heh. But yeah each time i listen to this song, somehow i felt the pain and sadness Layne felt during his time of sorrow, sadness and malancholy. His struggles with his drug addictions and feeling like he has no one to turn to for help because the only person that could help himself was no other than the one he looks at everyday in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we could learn from this song is that you have to love yourself. Stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-4178997758554137560?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4178997758554137560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/4178997758554137560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/4178997758554137560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/nutshell.html' title='Nutshell.'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-4986148735719981233</id><published>2009-07-14T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:36:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Companion Through Thick and Thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, i decided to give the life my companion deserves. She has always been there for me through the darkest pages of my life to the most ecstatic and joyful moments. I'm sorry for having no sense of remorse in the times i've abandoned u. Let's forget about the past and look forward to the future we would have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/My%20Partner%20Through%20Thick%20and%20Thin/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 209px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/My%20Partner%20Through%20Thick%20and%20Thin/IMG_1853.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her curvacious body, i never get sick of holding.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/My%20Partner%20Through%20Thick%20and%20Thin/IMG_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 209px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/My%20Partner%20Through%20Thick%20and%20Thin/IMG_1854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; curls always keeps me on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-4986148735719981233?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4986148735719981233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-companion-through-thick-and-thin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/4986148735719981233'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-7431190642403507562</id><published>2009-06-08T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:23:19.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Kicking Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iF4qfWawp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iF4qfWawp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-7431190642403507562?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7431190642403507562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-kicking-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/7431190642403507562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/7431190642403507562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-kicking-myself.html' title='I&apos;m Kicking Myself'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-6136352581406857370?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6136352581406857370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-of-this-song-stole-words-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6136352581406857370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6136352581406857370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-of-this-song-stole-words-away.html' title='This Song Sums It All Up.'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-1581120348692983668</id><published>2009-05-04T08:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:44:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Army, Here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I recieved a couple of letters recently. Letters i've been anxiously waiting for for the past few months. SO the first letter stated the time and date my freedom would be taken away from me. The day supposedly would officially make me a son of Singapore. That day would be September the 10th and that time would be 11.30pm. Well, somewhat before i recieved this letter, i was so super hyped about that day but now i'm having mixed feelings about it. I was wondering if its gonna be pure hell or not. But i know somewhat i can make it cos its no big deal. I think. Well another letter i received marks my journey after i serve the country, i got into a local uni doing the same course i did in poly. Got a direct admission to second year. Yes, good thing but u gotta look at both sides of the coin. Getting straight into second year means, more stress, i hafta revise my stuff ahead of time. Well, i know its gonna be tough but i'll make it worthwhile. Not gonna mess around anymore. This is my future in my own hands and only I can mess my future up. Well, been feeling kinda pissed off and confused lately. Been thinking too much like i've always been doing. I think i messed my fkin brains up. I feel ugghh....i got no no words to describe this. Every morning i wake up, i would like have this 2 mins thought of how i wanted things to be in my life but somehow didnt happen. Well, i didn't make it happen so i have only myself to blame. But heck i know its gonna be better in years to come. So think positive Faizal. Just look ahead. Don't turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song i found on youtube. Cool song. Loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEgM3aJQBLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEgM3aJQBLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-1581120348692983668?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1581120348692983668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/army-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/1581120348692983668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/1581120348692983668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/army-here-i-come.html' title='The Army, Here i come!'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-3795646498973642702</id><published>2009-04-02T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:27:21.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was bored after i had my late breakfast so i sufred the net and went to youtube. Stumbled across this korean duo doing covers of korean songs that i've heard. From what i've listen to, i would say these guys are friggin talented. Then i came across one fo their originals. Man, it sounded sweeeeeeeet. Even though i only understand the english parts of the song but heck, the song has a ring to it. Sounded cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBJKLB6uqSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBJKLB6uqSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-3795646498973642702?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3795646498973642702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/3795646498973642702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/3795646498973642702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly.html' title='Like Butterflies'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-5368813261804422207</id><published>2009-03-25T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:08:51.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Music, No Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Asy called (or messaged? i forgot) asking me if i want to tag along with him and shafiq to watch this japanese movie called "Detroit Metal City". Why this movie? Well these guys are japanese fanatics. They even understand and speak simple japanese at least. By simple i don't mean like "ari-ga-to" kind of thing. They speak, understand and even know how to read a bit of japanese. Since I'm also a fan of Japanese Rock and indie pop music, i said why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was not bad. I think it was from a comic or something. It's about this soft, gentle boy (i would call him a gay-boy..lol) who moved to trendy tokyo in pursuit of becoming a trendy pop musician. Not knowing the ropes in the music industry, he sent his demo to an underground company which preaches on the same philosophy as he does which is, "No music, No dream" and ended up being the lead singer of a death metal band called "Detroit Metal City". He hated being in that band as it was totally the opposite of what he wanted to be in the music industry. He ended up singing about rape, murder and violence. The ironic thing is that he takes up a totally different identity when he is Krauser, the satanic death metal singer. He totally changes from this gay-boy to this death metal screaming singer. That to me is funny. The thought of being in the streets and having no one believe u are actually a death metal singer. Ok, actually the movie has no solid storyline but its enjoyable to watch. I'm not gonna tell u the whole story. U just have to watch it for yourself. I give it 3.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of the making of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCWQQdKd_1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCWQQdKd_1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satsugai - Detroit Metal City ( A song which is not bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KirdlJEh5ZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KirdlJEh5ZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-5368813261804422207?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5368813261804422207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-music-no-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/5368813261804422207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/5368813261804422207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-music-no-dream.html' title='No Music, No Dream'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-5510500502859144416</id><published>2009-03-18T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:48:28.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored....Oooh, graduated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its been a while since i blogged. Today marks my official graduation from poly because I've recieved my Final Year Results with a huge [Graduated] right at the end of the slip. The only thing left to do is attend the graduation ceremony. I've been boring myself to sleep at home doing nothing but playing fifa online 2 and watching TV. I know that I probably should go out or something but the problem is I don't know where to. I need to mix around a lil bit and enjoy the life as they say, before i got called up for BMT. The only reason I'm making an entry into this blog is because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then, off do find something to do. (Besides doing chores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-5510500502859144416?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5510500502859144416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while-since-i-blogged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/5510500502859144416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/5510500502859144416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while-since-i-blogged.html' title='Bored....Oooh, graduated.'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-827301117199946147</id><published>2009-02-16T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:23:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My body is still sore from a whole day of reading. I seriously think i need a desk and a really comfy cushiony chair in my room. Studying on the dinner table is just wack man. My back hurts from sitting too long on that hard wooden chair. But i'm sure the thought of me taking my first exam paper would trigger an anxiety fitz that would somehow manage to mask the pain away. Yes! Today, the battle begins. 4 papers, 2 weeks and one student. Who will be the victor? I sure hope it'll be me. I've been diligently revising. I know i wasn't as attentive as i could be for the year cos there were multiple number diagrams and theories in my books that looked really unfamiliar to me. My first thought was, "I must have dosed off, again." But i think i'll be able to pull through. I know i can and i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already applied for UNI with the 5 sem results i already have so that means for this exams, i just have to do my best man and just stay in the game. I think i have already cleared the modules which means even if i don't do too good for this exam, i would still clear poly. But hey, its not about clearing the obstacle, but its about clearing the obstacle with style, meaning with quality. My goal: make sure my GPA don't fall too much until it gets below a 3. Right now its 3.222 which is pretty darn close to me not making my goal. So fellow friends (and even enemies cos i really need all the luck i can get) that have finished your final semester, do wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper is at 6pm and ends at 8pm. Yep yep, the timings pretty wack but i've gotten used to it cos SP always has papers at that kind of timing. At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-827301117199946147?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/827301117199946147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/827301117199946147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/827301117199946147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-begins.html' title='The battle begins'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-3042762735522573063</id><published>2009-02-15T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:46:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just realised that it was 15 February and that i have missed Valentine's day, the most famous and remembered date in the month of February. Valentine's Day has always been a day where lovebirds exchange gifts of love, where they embrace each other's company etc. So what happens if you are single? Do you have to miss out on this day? In my opinion, those who are single could still have a piece of the pie. Instead of celebrating the love you have with your girlfriend, use this day to celebrate love itself. Love in general - like loving yourself, loving your parents, loving your family. Anything you love, anything at all. Even food. How? Maybe you can enjoy your fav. dish or meal with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my V'day wasn't so good. In fact i didn't even notice it was the famous 14th.  My brain was so overwhelmed from memorizing information for this examination i have on Monday. Haha. So much for love. I ain't feeling no love. All i feel is just the excruciating agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-3042762735522573063?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3042762735522573063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/3042762735522573063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/3042762735522573063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-6125182962520555578</id><published>2009-02-09T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:37:55.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before i know it...it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was looking at the calendar on my mac and it reminded me of how much time i have left to prepare for my final exam. Its not alot of time man, I only have 7 days to pull my shit together. So i start wondering, hmm, 4 modules, around 5 past year papers per module plus one nearly-finished project. Would i be able to work my magic within 7 days? This is not including me going back and forth between the papers and my textbook desperately looking for details on a certain circuitry. Then i started panicking. I figured i gotta come out with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;settle PED past year papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;- settle remaining PED papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday - &lt;/span&gt;settle DC past year papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday - &lt;/span&gt;settle PGT pas year papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday - &lt;/span&gt;settle PGT as well as start on N&amp;amp;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday - &lt;/span&gt;N&amp;amp;P memorizations and papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday - &lt;/span&gt;last minute N&amp;amp;P prep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, so coming up with a plan is one thing. Making sure that i actually follow it is another. But this is the last stretch of my poly life man. I better do it. Its a must. Thinking about it, actually its relatively easy to get a high GPA in poly. For my course at least. The only thing that is holding us back is ourselves. To be honest, all you have to do is make sure u do the past year papers and thats it. Its kinda like the O levels. Its just that we are just bloody lazy. At least i know i am freakin lazy. I always end up rushing the week before exams. But its just how i roll man. Ok peace out. Hopefully i am disciplined enough to follow the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-6125182962520555578?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6125182962520555578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-know-itit-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6125182962520555578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6125182962520555578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-know-itit-begins.html' title='Before i know it...it begins'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-8004891740600473242</id><published>2009-02-07T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:20:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally completed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, so i haven't been blogging for while now. It's not that i'm lazy to write but i have been reading this book called 'The 47th Samurai' written by Stephen Hunter and i really dig the story. Ok, if you're wondering what made me not blog for days, here is a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/9780743458009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 255px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/9780743458009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How i found out about the book? Ok my bro came home one day with this book in his hand. I thought well, if my bro is reading it, the story must be something cos i never see my bro reading a novel once in my life. So, one day i saw the book lying around and started to read and it got me hooked and i just wanted to finish it. So i kept reading and reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.until finally today, i finished reading it and GODDAMN i love the book even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the story goes like this, this Japanese guy, Philip Yano, went to America to recover a sword his father wielded in the battle of Iwo Jima back in 1945. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As Americans take swords and whatnot from the Japanese as a token of their victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, he traced the sword to this guy, the protagonist, Bob Lee Swagger who was the son of the American who apparently was the one who "killed" his father in Iwo Jima . So this Bob Lee Swagger went through all extremes trying to find this sword that he never knew he had and personally went to Japan to return it to its rightful owner as he thought that it would only be right for him to return the sword to the family of whom it belongs to. Ok, here is where the plot thickens. Unknown to both Philip and Earl, the sword was actually a legendary sword that goes way back to the 1500s in the time of the Samurais and was found to be of a great cultural value - basically a sword that people would kill for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to finish the story but u guys have to find out for yourselves. Get the book and read it. It's a good book to read. Plus it has a taste of Japanese culture in it - whether true or not still provides an interesting touch to the ever so thrilling plot. So yeah get the book, read it, and u can thank me lator on for introducing this book to u. Plus my favourite quote from the book, "Steel cuts flesh / steel cuts bone / steel does not cut steel ". haha....love that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, one more thing. U know the movie 'Shooter'? It's inspired from a book Stephen Hunter wrote called 'Point of Impact'. So if u like the movie, i think his books will do u good. Anyways, i'm glad i'm done with the book so now i can start studying for my Semestral Exams. Anyways, a new journey starts tommorow i guess, a life filled with equations, thoeries to memorize as well as tonnes of past year papers. So adios amigos. I hope i have the strength and courage to pull me through this obstacle. I know i will for I-AM-SAMURAI! HAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-8004891740600473242?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8004891740600473242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/8004891740600473242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/8004891740600473242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-completed.html' title='Finally completed...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-4337503565589607339</id><published>2009-02-02T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:38:40.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKING but true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First of all, i would like to share a video that really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRhPYzCjOSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRhPYzCjOSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ok so i hope that video somehow makes your day better. Well, its been like 5 days since i last posted something so i'm gonna summarize everything. I found out something interesting from my cousin yesterday. This piece of info i found out really shocked me. During the long weekend break (CNY), my cousin went for a trip to malaysia (which i could've tagged along if not for my projects). He went for a short holiday at the usual retreat which is Pantai Morib. We always have our holiday there cos the hotel there is awesome! But somehow he went through an interesting kampung experience this time round (without me, which sucks) cos my aunt was going for some massage at a kampung nearby the hotel. Ok so, my cousin and his family reached the kampung and the massage session starts. As usual, since we are not from malaysia, the locals there would ask them where our hotel was and where they would usually eat. So the masseuse asks my aunt and so my aunt answers that they always eat at this restaurant called "Restoran Juvita" (Yes, we always have our meals there every single time we go to Pantai Morib cos the place seems to be crowded which implies that the food is good). The masseuse suddenly tells them that she is sorry to say this but she wants them to know that the restaurant was apparently using some black magic to attract customers to their shop. It was said that the owner of the restaurant learned this dark magic from Siam (Thailand). The masseuse said that the owner has this pet Monkey Spirits which helps to make the shop more 'popular'.The shocking thing is that these monkey spirits would urinate or shit on the food we are eating to make them seem delicious and have the effect of us wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my cousin told me the story i was appalled and wanted to puke. Cos i remmeber the last time i was there i drank a HUGE glass of coconut drink. And man, believe me, the glass was HUGE. Does it mean i just drank a huge glass of monkey piss?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-4337503565589607339?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4337503565589607339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/shocking-but-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/4337503565589607339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/4337503565589607339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/shocking-but-true.html' title='SHOCKING but true..'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-466114760235658145</id><published>2009-01-26T08:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:52:20.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So first of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE/LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to my fellow Chinese buddies and to anyone out there celebrating this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, here in Singapore we brag about being all multi-racial and we preach about harmony between different races. Here's the thing, to be honest, i think the different races are just putting up with each other and trying very hard to tolerate each other. I mean look at any moment in your life, be it at work or at school or even in a public event, there would still be a line separating the diff races. Like for example in school, i've experienced a class where students speak chinese to each other discussing schoolwork and the surprising thing is that once they get going in mandarin, even lecturers would startspeaking in mandarin. Isn't that excluding the other races from benefiting from his explainations? It's not that the other races don't speak up about this. But it's freakin obvious. It's like we are staring at his face trying to decipher what he is saying. Shouldn't he pick up from our actions that we don't understand shit. Plus look at the indians here. Basically what i'm saying is racial harmony, to me is only based on the fact that we are able to tolerate each others crap. Thats all. Ok anyways. I have nothing against this. I'm just pointing it out. I mean i love the environment here. Ok so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyways Happy Chinese New Year! My bro gave away his huge hamper to our neighbours cos the stuff in it is not HALAL. lol. There is like XO, wine and all those crap inside. So we gave it away and they were so happy to recieve that from us. Plus we are giving them a box of Ferreiro Roche. Kind aren't we. It's been like a culture man. We would exchange gifts on holidays like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oooh. I found out something cool thats gonna happen on this lunar new year. A LUNAR ECLIPSE! Yes! A lunar eclipse on a lunar new year! Cool eh? If u dont believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/OH/OH2009.html"&gt;CLICK THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Its from the NASA website on lunar new years of 2009. Check it out man. I dunno how visible the eclipse is gonna be from Singapore but im gonna check it out. Anyways peace! and may u have prosperity and longevity my fello family and frens! Haha i'm not chinese by the way. DUH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-466114760235658145?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/466114760235658145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/466114760235658145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/466114760235658145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-day.html' title='Lunar Day!'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-6387049736072120385</id><published>2009-01-25T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:06:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, I wish i had written more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW!. &lt;/span&gt;Its 12:57 AM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and as i was surfing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; found. I stumbled across my old blog. The latest post was in 2004 when i just got promoted to sec 4. I am like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; stuff man. I read my blog entries and i somehow found them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intriguing. The thing is i don't even remember the events that i wrote in there. Also, the blog made me realize that I'm starting to lose myself. I wished i would've written more back in the days just so i could catch up with my old self and eventually get to know myself a little bit more. What i used to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i read, my perception of my old self was a person that has a lot to talk about, yet he keeps remains reticent about it. This solitary behavior sort of manifests and spreads like a plague from the inside and eventually, showing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if only i would have continued writing. It would've been interesting to see how my life progresses. Which i think has been stagnant for quite a while now. If u guys wanna catch a glimpse of my old self. &lt;a href="http://www.zal-o-matic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here is the link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-6387049736072120385?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6387049736072120385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-i-wish-i-had-written-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6387049736072120385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/6387049736072120385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-i-wish-i-had-written-more.html' title='Memories, I wish i had written more...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-2503322499047592309</id><published>2009-01-24T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:42:18.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When there is the good, there is always the bad. Sucks isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/Ixus870IS-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 261px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/Ixus870IS-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ok. So, yesterday nig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ht, i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tching tv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when my si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ster called to say that SHE JUST WO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;N A NEW CANON IXUS 87oIS at her company dinner's lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cky draw. Man, she had always wanted to get a new camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;replace our old sucky 4 megapixel one that h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as problems switching between video and camera mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de. Thank god she got a new camera, a what's better is that its FREE! Yes! free! nada! She doesn't need to spen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d a single penny on it. Which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;also good for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t means i might be getting more money fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m her. Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well moving on, school is ending in 4 weeks and i'm stoked. But damn, it always has to suck in the last stretch. I have tonnes of reports to do. My cousin, taufik wanted to me tag along for his malaysia trip but i turned him down cos of this. Sucks but i gotta do what i gotta do. Its the final 100m of this freakin race i have to finish it. Regardless of wat timing i get, i'm gonna finish this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Speaking of timings and finishing races, it reminds me of my terrible timing for my 2.4km run. Yes guys, its for my NAPFA test. I thought i did good but then came along the running track of death! Yes it destroyed everything. I had enough points to get gold even if i had a C for my 2.4 but i got an F. Wow. An F. A pathetic fkin F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Below is my NAPFA results. Click to view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 108px;" src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp207/LaptopsHero/Picture1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So i was contemplating on whether i should retake the test or should i resign to my fate of attending PTP in addition to BMT for NS. The thing is i have only 1 week to train and improve my timing. In the end i decided hey, i'd rather go for PTP cos it's gonna help me out a bit. I know i'm kinda out of shape for my running. So, i guess PTP it is then. So yeah, sucks to be me. At least for the 2.4 part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-2503322499047592309?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2503322499047592309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-camera-and-happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/2503322499047592309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/2503322499047592309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-camera-and-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='When there is the good, there is always the bad. Sucks isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353729941360397971.post-7603790887496119451</id><published>2009-01-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:32:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song that speaks my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object  width="401" height="320" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just thought i'd share this awesome song with you guys. I just love the lyrics on this song. It's so deep. The song is kinda depressing though. Enjoy! By the way the song is called &lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/slipknot-lyrics-vermilion-pt-2-rjllw3x"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vermillion Pt.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.slipknot1.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can check out the lyrics by clicking the song name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypD0qkdHThs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypD0qkdHThs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="401" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353729941360397971-7603790887496119451?l=zalwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7603790887496119451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-that-speaks-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/7603790887496119451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353729941360397971/posts/default/7603790887496119451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zalwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-that-speaks-my-mind.html' title='Song that speaks my mind'/><author><name>Muhammad Faizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
