<?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-10339383</id><updated>2011-11-12T14:08:26.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychedelic sanity</title><subtitle type='html'>eat my shorts man!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339383.post-113441041358029309</id><published>2005-12-13T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T03:20:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A CHANGE WOULD DO YOU GOOD. or so says sheryl crow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shenanigan.blogsource.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://shenanigan.blogsource.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-113441041358029309?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/113441041358029309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=113441041358029309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113441041358029309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113441041358029309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/12/change-would-do-you-good.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-113405721068325740</id><published>2005-12-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:00:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What do I find most attractive in a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;His charisma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's random...but yeah, I like charismatic &amp; charming guys. But then again, which right-minded girl doesnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We had the Principal Farewell concert "Metamorphosis" last Friday at Ite College East. It had been an awesome experience, PLUS... we got paid! woohoo. Not a lot, but enough to cover up the transportation costs = Cab rides from Bukit Batok to Simei.  I gotta stop wasting my money on cabs.  Maybe I should make it my New Year resolution.  To get rid of my bad habits.  But I don't make New year resolutions.  Oh hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My next Emceeing stint will be for a Minister's visit next Wednesday. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Speaking of experience, I had been offered to run this pushcart business in school with 5 other students the other day and accepted. It was an Entrepreneurship project and my Class Advisor had recommended my classmate, Sarah and I. Loads of fun but running a business is not at all easy. Sweet rewards though. Literally, 'cause we had to finish up the cookies/mashed potatoes and the drinks that we didn't manage to sell. Thanks to all who came down and supported us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To my band, Amber &amp; Me, I am so sorry I haven't been able to meet up with you guys. I'll call you guys up the moment I have time to spare! I'll make sure I'm we'll get to meet up sometime next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lime Sonic Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Were you there? My friends and I went down to check out the event and get ideas for the event we're organising. The initial plan was to go down, check out the location, the crowd and the flea market, stay to catch Electrico and be back home by 10pm 'cause poor Dad was alone at home. Mom and Sis were happily away on holiday at some resort in Desaru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What actually happened? Piz and I stayed til the end of the gig to catch Wicked Aura and I reached home at 1am. I felt terrible 'cause I kinda told my dad I was gonna be back early with his dinner. Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We really enjoyed it though! Dancing and jumping &amp;amp; screaming but damn, the crowd was so disappointing. People, its a gig, not some cina mampos show. (I realise I use those words alot nowadays. Cina mampos! wahaha) And I bought a pair of ear..erm ornaments(?)! Well, they're not earrings, nor ear studs, but look nice on your ears. $10 freaking bucks lah, but it's worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bumped into quite a few people too. Leah, we'll hang out soon! And Dharma, I'm still surprised that you could recognise me. It was a pleasure meeting you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet another unexciting post.  i hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;im tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-113405721068325740?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/113405721068325740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=113405721068325740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113405721068325740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113405721068325740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-do-i-find-most-attractive-in-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-113276686287616051</id><published>2005-11-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:37:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;‎ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The next 12 months will be a very interesting journey for me. I never thought I would find myself actually feeling such excitement when talking about anything related to school. I am excited because I'm doing the most interesting courses ( for me, that is)...doing things I've always wanted to do, and KNOW I want to do in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now, who said ITE was hopeless? Whoever that person is deserves to be shot in the head, because I'm loving life in ITE. You're only hopeless when you make yourself to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we will be doing this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Business Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an elective module. the other 3 choices being Human Resource Administration, Banking &amp;amp; Finance Services and Web Publishing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, there are still people who will have that stereotypical impression of ITE students. Well, that's too bad for them. I've got nothing to prove to anyone but myself. I know that biggest reward for me will be the maximum satisfaction I get from being in control of my life. For knowing what I want to do. For being ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned my Event Management lecturer, Mr Zainal, that I am a very ambitious person. I am going to work my ass off and enjoy the sweet experience of being all competitive and working under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, our Event Mgmt lecturer, Mr. Z, is the only person who can keep us quiet for two whole freaking hours,not even moving our asses from the seats. The only one who can talk for 2 hours straight without any students begging for breaks. He has such flair and charisma! Such charm...So naturally, he'd be popular among the girls in the school. Everyone's always vying for his attention. And he'd offer it so willingly, they fall in love with him. He's quite a big shot I must say, looking at all the things he'd done before he started to teach at the ITE. In fact, he started his own hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Heh, and there are new lecturers around. One really caught my my friends' and my attention. We call him Ricky Martin. Haha, but only 'cause he's got quite an ass. You have got to see it for yourself! Once he kept walking past me while we were seated in class, Asilah suddenly said, "Don't you just wanna slap his ass?", like as if she knew what we were secretly thinking. *GASP* hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, my schedule is gonna be crazy and all screwed up. But fun, i guess. I'm psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I went for two Basic Theory Practice lessons just now from 7 all the way till 8.30. Basically, I had to try out the different sets of questions which are simililar to the questions which we're gonna hav to answer for the real test itself. So I went into the room, and most of the seats were already taken so I went to a seat nearest to me, beside this guy who seemed rather restless. No papers, no pens. Only a monitor screen and your finger. Yes, it's all touch-screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Throughout the whole session, the room was silent but what I found so annoying was that some people can't seem to understand that it's 'TOUCH-SCREEN' and not 'HIT-SCREEN'. You could hear the continuous staccatos of *thud**thudthud* when their fingers hit the screen as if threatening it to be correct, or else. And the guy beside me was not making things any easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He kept mumbling and twisting and turning in his seat with the constant "urgh"s, "aiyah"s, "pfshhh"s, "hmph"s. Argh, shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After doing a few sets, I started getting less &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;s (below 90% or 45/50) and more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;es. In fact, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;got 100% twice. So i immediately booked another practice lesson as well as Evaluation Test (Mock Test) for tomorrow morning, before school. You see, in order for you to take the Basic Theory Test, you have to pass your Mock Test first. Looking forward to it, though I'm not really looking forward to waking up really early in the morning when I could get more sleep 'since school starts at 12pm tomorrow. Come on, Fiza. You can do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Shahidah dearest! You're Seventeeeeennn. We've been friends for 5 years now. I got to know you from the scrawny little giggly preteen to the blur and quirky pal to the fabulous babe that you are now. I can't believe you're taller than me now. Blurgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The changes I' ve seen in you are amazing and they're only for the better. You're not getting any younger but certainly getting wiser. To more babelicious years lah, babe. Love you many many!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/shidacollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll be posting up more pictures soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hari Raya, gigs, school and more =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-113276686287616051?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/113276686287616051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=113276686287616051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113276686287616051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113276686287616051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/11/next-12-months-will-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-113234080221829064</id><published>2005-11-18T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T03:07:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't blog for an audience. So, if you're reading this and you find it boring and not amusing....well, it's not supposed to. Now shoo...go away. I wanna try remember how i spent my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who asked how I've been doing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap on what I did since my last post.....Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 November. Hari Raya's not too happening this year. In fact, it's not happening at all. First day had been awkward. Awkward's not good. Let's hope it's better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 NovemberSecond day, the cousins on the dad's side went out 'cause Lily had to go back to KL the next day. We caught The Legend of Zorro at Lido. Do not watch it unless you're a huge fan of Antonio Banderas/ Catherine Zeta-Jones. Damn, that's $8.50 gone...just like that. I'm not much of a movie buff. I'm not much of a movie buff and seldom go to the movies just because. Urgh. In fact, it's a waste of time...unless the movie's really good. 'The Beach', the one with Leonardo DiCaprio. That's a good one. And 'American Beauty'. Oh and I bumped into old classmate, Isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 November, Happy Birthday Piz! Went out with Nor. Bumped into Ana. Met her when we joined School of Rock. She was a journalist but now freelancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 November. First day at Music Concerto. I like it better than Yamaha. Aunt is back from Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 November. Happy Birthday to me. I'm 18 now. No big birthday bash tho. In fact, I didn't even wanna celebrate it. But my family surprised me with a Swensens Ice-Cream Cake when my friends came over for Hari raya visiting. Thanks. I love you guys. And my dad actually asked to take a picture with me. 'Cause I'm 18 now. Weird. Thanks to everyone who messaged me, 12 midnight or not. And Grams, you give the best presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 November. Drama at Ite College East's CeMTA (Centre for Music and the Arts). I got a role in the upcoming production that will be staged next April. I'm playing a mother. Heh. Nice people over there. Just imagine. Once school starts, I will have to travel from my campus in Clementi all the way to Simei, after school every Friday. Oh boy, we're gonna have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, there was also that gig over at cathay Cineleisure. Took alot of pictures with the D50. The photos suck. The camera is excellent but I'm gonna have to brush up on my photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had supper with dearest Shahidah at Swensen's. Had a great time lah, babe. We shall meet up again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bought some birthday presents for myself. Heh. Okay, that's just an excuse to splurge. New bag, new shoes, new top. I shouldn't have bought the Jack Purcell though. Should've just bought Chuck Taylors. Oh hell. And I love the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 November. My aunt came over 'cause she wasn't around on the first day of Hari Raya. She told us about her experience in Pakistan. About having to pee in Ziploc bags in the middle of the night 'cause the toilet was too far away. A woman wanted to give her newborn to my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 November. Balik kampung. Grandmother's kampung in Malacca. I don't remember doing much. Slept alot though. In the car on the way there. At the house, 'cause the place was so quiet &amp;amp; serene. In the car on the way back. Anyway, somebody who lived a few houses away was found lying unconscious in a pool of blood by some of the villagers. The old man who lived alone was in the bathroom the night before and was found only the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 November. 2nd lesson at Music Concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 November. 3rd lesson at Music Concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 November. Registered at Bukit Batok Driving Centre. Wooohooooo. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 November. First basic Theory lesson. The instructor was amusing. But do they HAVE to keep mentioning "accidents", "killed", "deaths" and "injuries"? They showed this picture where a motocycle hit a car and the rider and pillion's body had flung in the air. It was scary. When I got home, I asked my sis if she feels scared when she drives. To which she said, "Yes, because I'm afraid if something might happen to Dad's car. Then I'm really dead." Blurgh. Thanx eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 November. Drama at Ite College East. Everyone had a blast. On the way home, bumped into Simon in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Like, does my life sounds so boring or what? haha. Well, it's not. Plus, I'm joining this Arabic lang. class on Saturdays with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's gonna get even more hectic once school starts. That's on Monday. School, Driving lessons, Keyboard lessons, Drama practices, Arabic classes, Farewell concert rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I'm gonna hav me some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't blame me for the crappy blog posts. I could barely think anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-113234080221829064?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/113234080221829064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=113234080221829064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113234080221829064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113234080221829064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-blog-for-audience.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-113014446729032843</id><published>2005-10-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:37:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last night I found myself unconsciously humming to the song 'Viva Forever' by the Spice Girls. Do you people remember that song? That song had supposedly been the most depressing song in the history of my catastrophic life as a Pre-Teen. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So I looked up my old Spice Girls CD albums at 3 in the morning. I can't believe I still remember the words to the songs! So there I was at 3 in the morning going ( try guessing the song!) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I need some love like i never needed love beffoooooreee...WAnna make love to ya BAYBEEEHH...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ans: 2become1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I'm giving you everything, all that joy can bring, this i swear...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ans: say you'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"YOOOO I'll tell you what i want, what i really really want!!......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ans: wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AND MY PERSONAL FAVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are you ready? 1, 2 ,3 GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Swing it, Shake it, Move it, Make it...WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ans: who do you think u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I still remember the dance steps to that one. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How symbolic. I'm turning 18 on the 9th of next month. I had been jumping around the house, belting out these songs at the top of my lungs when I was 9. That's 9 years ago. It's nothing, really. But i just like to think bout stuffs like that. No, I like to think. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You see, that's why I like to be kept busy. I've been told (and I'm aware) that I think too much. Is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-113014446729032843?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/113014446729032843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=113014446729032843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113014446729032843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/113014446729032843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-i-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112983298771554327</id><published>2005-10-21T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T02:45:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I AM BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[Note: I've not been blogging for awhile and I think I've lost my sense of, well....sense. So my posts are really gonna be random stuff that comes to mind and may not make much sense. And probably not even chronologically sensible, but ill try. If you understand what I just said, BRAVO.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My exams are over and I'm on break now for about a month. So much, no, too much has happened since the last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, what am I gonna talk about? I don't know. In fact, I don't know how long this is gonna last 'cause school's gonna start and I'm gonna be busy all over again. And I'm glad. I like being busy and I like knowing that I'm needed somewhere and knowing that I have something to do. I think I might not have realized this before, but I work well under pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Amber &amp; Me had a few gigs here and there. Life in school is great. Been catching up with some friends and family. Met a lot of interesting people. Had alot of interesting conversations. Debarred from sitting for exams. And then get a scholarship. GOD knows how. My friends think I speak Malay funny. My english is deteriorating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And *grins*....the girl's got a crush. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gosh, I feel 17 all over again. Wait...I AM still 17. Oh well, I have 'til November 9. *HINT HINT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: I hate girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis: You're normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Don't worry, I don't really hate girls.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I guess that's a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Shall continue later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To all Muslims, Happy Puasa-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To me, Happy PMS-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love my blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img height="189" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/mess.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112983298771554327?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112983298771554327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112983298771554327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112983298771554327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112983298771554327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112568280578705733</id><published>2005-09-03T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:54:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Were you at Tapestry last weekend? Well, I missed the action. I have people telling me they had to run back &amp; forth from Wheelock to Far East to catch the bands. Grr. Thanks people, I do feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition on Saturday, it was dinner with the girls, then Shidah and me left for town, hoping to catch the last bands performing. By the time we reached Wheelock Place, it was 9.45pm and we heard the MC go "Okay, that's all we have for tonight!" (familiar, no?) Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we decided to try our luck at Far East. And hey, we were lucky! So we stood alongside everyone else outside of Far East Plaze, near Old Chang Kee, and noticed a lot of familiar face. There were Sean, Ken, Hafiz &amp;amp; Alfred who were playing. Fauzie and the rest were hanging out by the sides. And i saw Ferhad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we were approached by this chirpy lady and asked if we wanted to make a donation. I got the Tapestry tag thingy for donating 2 bucks, and it's a very nice tag. I saw alot of people using it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may have missed WGB and Leaven Trait (damn), but at least I got to catch these guys in action...and i got a very nice lanyard for helping the needy. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, with the flower still in my hair. Aren't you proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/8c473c9d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;alfred, ken, hafiz &amp;amp; sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/cdd30a02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ken doing his thing, Fauzie looking blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/67b1761a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Say cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;can u spot me? clue: I have a flower tucked behind my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anybody took pics of the other bands in action? show me pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112568280578705733?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112568280578705733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112568280578705733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112568280578705733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112568280578705733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/09/were-you-at-tapestry-last-weekend-well.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112568989143636632</id><published>2005-09-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:54:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Somebody said that I'm always talking about my perpetually-late habits. Hafidz, i don't lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, received this rather amusing email about Why Women Choose to be Single. Heh. There's some truth in it, but please do take it with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why woMen Choose t0 bE siNgLe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The handsome &amp; nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The handsome, nice &amp;amp; heterosexual men are married or already attached in a committed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome,but are nice men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome,but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The handsome men,who are not so nice &amp; somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice &amp;amp; have money, are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome,somewhat nice &amp; have some money &amp;amp; thank God are heterosexual, are shy &amp; NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The men who never make the first move,automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW,WHO UNDERSTANDS MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, &amp;amp; it's our job to stomp on them &amp;amp; keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112568989143636632?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112568989143636632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112568989143636632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112568989143636632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112568989143636632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/09/somebody-said-that-im-always-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112541351135733313</id><published>2005-08-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:55:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;humour me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of the Bands 2005 - Interschool. the competition on Saturday was a lot of fun. complicated but fun. it was held at West Spring Seondary School. although i have to say that we felt pretty out of place. the concept of our band were totally different. but no matter how different a band is from the rest, i still believe that what's most important is that we're all in it for the music. the competitions are simply a platform to challenge ourselves to see how far we can go and also to push ourselves to give in our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some people are obviously more narrow-minded than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the people who criticized us and supposedly "don't like us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we had the guts to try. Everybody's got to start somewhere and we're not afraid to make mistakes and we're not afraid to be let down. Most importantly, we're not afraid to lose. Not afraid to fail. If you think that being an "all-talk, no action" is a good way to start, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate criticisms if they were directed at our weaknesses and areas which we can work on. But if you "don't like us" JUST BECAUSE, then it's a waste of time. Save your breath and leave it to your little gossip sessions because it doesn't help, neither will it affect us in any way. Don't make me call u the "K" word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drops serious tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's good or bad that we lost by a mark. Yep. We lost by a mark. Well, I'm not gonna make a big deal out of the marks. I'd like to thank 2 of the judges, Paul Das and the drummer from Ministry of Rock (i think his name is Akim?) for your comments when I approached them after the competition that day. Really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess after observing all the bands, the organisers felt that a mark was indeed a big deal, and felt we deserved certain "tokens" that had initially been offered only to the official winners of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That performance had been a pretty special one, I'd say, because that was the first time my parents ever saw me performed. Coolness. It was nice seeing their pleased faces in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I knew it was going to be another *testosterone-overloaded* day, so I had a flower in my hair the WHOLE day just so I'd feel more girlish. And whadya know, I loved having a flower in my hair! Who cares if i looked silly...I had a flower in my hair! I never had a flower in my hair before. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who came down to support us, THANKS EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hairul, who got the Best Bassist Award, congrats, the next jamming sessions are gonna be on you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the guys, im proud of u all lah. Let them say what they want. We're not gonna let anyone or anything dampen our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/P1040489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Congrats to all the winners! Even the rude ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My dad just called me out to tell me a lame joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What's a deer with no eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ans: No idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112541351135733313?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112541351135733313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112541351135733313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112541351135733313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112541351135733313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/humour-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112495634281892035</id><published>2005-08-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:58:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't have cable at home. Yes, that means none of those Cartoon Network or HBO and most importantly, no MTV. Even if I do have cable, it'll be a waste of money anyway 'cause firstly, I spend more time OUT of home, than AT home. So when I do get to stay at home, Im either resting (sleeping) , cleaning up the mess, using the computer, reading, basically anything but the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, i'm telectually-deprived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I was searching MTV2 for that live video of The Used &amp; MCR's cover of "Under Pressure". You gotta try to catch it, if u haven't already. It's awesome. Im not a big fan of either, but I must say after watching that vid at Zi Jian's place the other day, I think I like that version better than Bowie &amp;amp; Queen's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The main point for my entry today is that, I couldn't find that video BUT I found this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv2.com/#series/18089"&gt;http://www.mtv2.com/#series/18089&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24 Hours of Foo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOLY FUUCCCKK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Foo Fighters rock. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They had a concert in Singapore at WTC Harbour Pavillion on 6 January 1996. I was 9. Well, it's been 9 years now. Come again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/4a7a5750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112495634281892035?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112495634281892035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112495634281892035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112495634281892035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112495634281892035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-have-cable-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112473687741211981</id><published>2005-08-23T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:54:37.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't get this song out of my head. I Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;by Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;album: Beneath Medicine Tree (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's plenty of time left tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i promised i'd have you home before daylight.&lt;br /&gt;we do the best we can in a small town;&lt;br /&gt;act like big city kids when the sun goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if it's not too late for coffee,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be at your place in ten.&lt;br /&gt;we'll hit that all-night diner&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's so many things i have to say,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay up all night to hear about your day.&lt;br /&gt;we do the best we can in a small town;&lt;br /&gt;act like kids in love when the sun goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if it's not too late for coffee,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be at your place in ten.&lt;br /&gt;we'll hit that all-night diner&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's a love that transcends&lt;br /&gt;all that we've known of ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll wait for it to come,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for it to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well, it's got to be strong to touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;through its shell,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll wait for it to come,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for it to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if it's not too late for coffee,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be at your place in ten.&lt;br /&gt;we'll hit that all-night diner&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's a love that transcends&lt;br /&gt;all that we've known of ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll wait for it to come,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for it to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well, it's got to be strong to touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;through its shell,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll wait for it to come,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for it to come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112473687741211981?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112473687741211981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112473687741211981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112473687741211981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112473687741211981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-get-this-song-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112462448945953162</id><published>2005-08-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:53:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This afternoon, my dad had The Eagles' and Deep Purple on loudly in the living room. As we were singing along to Hotel California, I got reminded of the rumour about the song being satanic and that Hotel California is really the name of the "Church of Satan". If you listen to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purelyrics.com/index.php?lyrics=dhmmztkq"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, you'll find that it's plausible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check this page out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/hotel.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/hotel.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's nothing more than just a rumour. Those who chose to believe in the rumour probably needed something interesting to spice up their lives. Nonetheless, it's a beautiful song. Even if it's proven satanic after all, I think I'd still listen to it. Listening to something satanic, doesn't make me satanic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Welcome to the Hotel California..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112462448945953162?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112462448945953162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112462448945953162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112462448945953162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112462448945953162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-afternoon-my-dad-had-eagles-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112419972423055738</id><published>2005-08-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:33:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks everyone for the interesting suggestions. I guess I've been worrying too much, or not getting enough rest coz I'm now down with a terrible flu. Being sick sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't get me wrong. i love my parents. but i think parents have some special powers we aren't aware of 'cause mine can spoil my day effortlessly in a split second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not complaining though. Once i get my new keyboard, they can spoil my days however they wish. Just as long as I get the keyboard. Don't call me a brat. I had to convince my dad that I'm willing to part with a fraction of my weekly allowance so that I could continue my keybaord lessons and also get a new keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Just in case someone super-rich &amp; super-generous is reading..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would love to have the KORG PA50.  It's only slightly over a grand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/a305e274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But i think I'll settle for a Yamaha PSR- series for now and upgrade in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the way, I've been told that these keyboards are available at Mustafa Centre at a very low price except they don't come with a guarantee. Do you think it's worth the risk to get one without a guarantee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112419972423055738?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112419972423055738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112419972423055738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112419972423055738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112419972423055738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-everyone-for-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112385981247269264</id><published>2005-08-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:59:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ladies &amp; Gents, Saudara Saudari, Guys, Girls, Brats and all beings on the face of the earth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How in the world do you people wake up in the morning? And im not talking about 11 in the morning. I'm talking 5-7 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm starting to hate myself, but seriously it's not like I don't even try to wake up early! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't think im lazy per se but hey, there's a little lazy kid in everyone, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My everyday routine (or lack thereof) is getting on my nerves! Different methods have been tried &amp;amp; tested but to no freaken avail. I try to sleep early but no matter how early I hit the sack, I'll only drift off to dreamland at 2am earliest, usually 3 or 4am. This sucks big 'cause its taxing on my body and screwing up my brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"How bout setting multiple alarm clocks at the same time?" &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Done that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Don't your mom wake you up?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- No hun, my parents gotta go to work so they can afford the multiple alarm clocks you suggested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"What bout your dad?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- You got something against my parents or something? Im the one who needs help here. So, let's focus on me shall we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Don't you think you're being an irresponsible young adult?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Shut up, Bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This morning, I reached the classroom just in time to have the exam question paper handed to me in the face. That's after having practically half the class called &amp; text me to hurry 'cause the Invigilator was gonna start the paper without me. Well, let's look on the positive side shall we? At least I got to do the exam within it's full one-hour duration. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My skin's having a breakout and I think my sleep deprivation is partly to be blamed. I want my skin back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear not-so-perfect-but-so-much-better-than-the-current skin, please come back. I miss you. If I promise to sleep, will you come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, suggestions please Dear-Beloved-Blog-Readers. Please make full use of the tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- How do you wake up so early in the morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- What should I do so that I can fall asleep earlier easily? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Other than Botox, what can be done to repair my sleep-deprived eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Eye-cream don't seem to be working. Bummer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you, your cooperation will be so much appreciated. Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't drink and drive, you might spill the beer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112385981247269264?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112385981247269264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112385981247269264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112385981247269264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112385981247269264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/ladies-tested-but-to-no-freaken-avail.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112378394626699945</id><published>2005-08-12T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:14:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, how did you spend your holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mine had been a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First up, Shahida &amp; I went down to Yishun to catch 3dash1. I wasn't really sure what time they were gonna be up but since Nashir said they were performing at 3.15pm, we took our own sweet time at lunch. On our way to that big field, we heard Ashik's voice saying, "Ok, this is going to be our last song". What?? Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we quickened our pace and as we walked on the mud &amp;amp; sand i saw a familiar flustered face walking my direction. It was Scott. He was the friendly assistant stage manager for SOR. We waved eagerly at each other, had a brief chat, we walked on and saw the HUGE stage with the three small guys on it. Haha. They were performing the song they performed at the Finals, "And if you're Gone". Cool song. I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After they did their set, this tall guy in front of us turned and it was Sujin Thomas. He was one of the judges at the auditions and Semis and also a Music Reporter for Life!. After exchanging "hi"s, we went to stand in the shade and took shelter from the scorching heat. I guess even the centipedes in the field were looking for shelter too 'cause one long black one crawled up under my bootcut jeans! YIKES!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met up with the guys for a while then we left for City Hall. While waiting for Shermin &amp; Ting, bumped into Andrew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/National%20day/14dc204b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then Sha &amp;amp; I took more pix to occupy our time while waiting for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/National%20day/07cd4672.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Upon their long awaited arrival, to the Esplanade we went. Shermin brought her younger sister who is such a darling!! Im not one who's very fond of kids but she's an exception. Anyway, it wasn't at all surprising that everywhere we went to was overwhelmingly crowded. So we hung out at Mrs. Fields until Ting got hungry and we went to eat at 2Hot. People, the next time I suggest going there to eat, please kindly scream a "FUCK NO!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After an absolutely unsatisfactory and expensive meal, we stood outside Thai Express waiting for the fireworks. Met Kak Sarah who was having dinner with her friends. Fireworks were beautifooool!! I especially loved the one where it seemed as though it was raining gold but the fact was black ashes rained on us. Wonderful, nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/National%20day/P4onsofa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/National%20day/Pblotting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a cute guy laughed in amusement while we were taking this pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112378394626699945?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112378394626699945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112378394626699945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112378394626699945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112378394626699945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112377902007061178</id><published>2005-08-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:50:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit &amp; Type before you forget: The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sit &amp; type before you forget: Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School of Rock Finals (31/8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met up with Tini from Everti and went down to Junction 8 together.  The place was PACKED. And the hot weather didn't help at all.  Oh well, better that than having to stand in the rain.  So, band after band performed and saw quite a few familiar faces, including Dharma from West grand Boulevard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He didn't know me, but when i was down at StreetFest earlier this yr to catch my uncle's band, The Ziggies, WGB was the band after my uncle's (refer to post Thursday, June 09 05).   I remembered Dharma 'cause i remembered what he was saying about technology and that we should use Apple computers instead of the PC (i think).  I didn't know what I was thinking but i guess he seemed nice in SOFT so i decided to just say hi when he walked past me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He seemed shocked tho'. Sorry dude, didn't mean to freak you out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The results were finally being announced and I was kinda excited for the bands.  I was rooting for Audio Break'out, 3dash1 and Aspirin. And guess what? They were the Top 3 bands.  Aspirin got Third place, Audio Break'Out - 2nd and 3dash1 were crowned champions.  And they undeniably deserved it.  Congrats to all the bands, i think they all did awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/f257418e.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tini w/ Sunset Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baybeats 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baybeats 2005 rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to be there to know how rockin' it was 'cause i don't how to go on describing it in words.  I guess it was best for me 'cause I got to see Copeland on Sunday when I went down with elii.  They are fabulous.  We saw them at two separate sets. One at The Village when they did acoustics, and another at The Arena.  Wow.  I guess it was awesome also because we were inside the area where u have to pass the Security to get in. and even though the place was PACKED, there weren't alot of people standing near our spot so while we got to feel the atmosphere, we still got to listen to them in peace. Bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before Copeland was Electrico. They're impressive and I was really happy 'cause the turnout was incredible. This meant that more people are supporting local music.  That's great news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/P1030420.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/copelandelii.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Half of elii and 3/4 of Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/fizelii.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;an attempt to take a pic in the dark using Night Mode. Failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112377902007061178?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112377902007061178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112377902007061178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112377902007061178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112377902007061178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-type-before-you-forget-end.html' title='Sit &amp; Type before you forget: The End'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112368526798069724</id><published>2005-08-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:52:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit &amp; type before you forget: Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sit &amp; type before you forget: Part 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School Of Rock 2005: Semi-Finals 24th August 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quoted from soft.com.sg, "Testosterone overload". Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There were only 7 girls but I only got to talk to 2. Ros &amp;amp; Tini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were to report at 7.30am. Hairul called to wake me up at 5am. The sky was still dark when I left the house. I don't even wake up that early for school. Over there, Scott gave a briefing and showed the band leaders the way to the holding area which was at the 10th floor. While walking to the 10th floor, I talked to Ashik of 3dash1 'cause he was closest to my height compared to everyone else who were much taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the souncheck, we hung out at McD's and then went to change. I wore a green wrap dress which I bought the day before while shopping with Shahida. After our performance, we went up to the holding area at the 10th floor. It's kinda like a really big store room or warehouse on the 10th floor. Very hot &amp; stuffy but with washroom. When we came in everyone was just chilling and sitting around. Eventually, we got bored and started getting restless and kept crapping around. The guys started to play soccer with an empty plastic bottle and i remembered walking around the place, back &amp;amp; forth and being hit by the clappers repeatedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took a lot of pix, of course. To which they gave me the nickname "Fiza the Camera Girl". I was busy taking pix of anything &amp; everything that at one point of time when this lady wanted to bring me to the Main Office to do a phone interview with WKRZ she had to say, "Hi, are you done?" (i love taking pictures with my digicam u see, so if ur lucky i may one day ask u to pose for my camera, whoever you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heh. Had loads of fun. While waiting for the results, i got to listen to some of the other bands and i was completely blown away! Ronin was there and we also got to see B-Quartet. They're like super fucken awesome can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because a photo is worth a thousand words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/389de085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pls Fiza, it's too early in the morn to be taking pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(u think i care? nope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/fcf3d14c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we're just a buncha cool guys chillin ard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(yeah sure. wait fauzie, why are u sitting on an umbrella?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/e9a6aa57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;here's the part where the boredom started to get to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(especially these peeps from 3dash1 &amp;amp; audio break'out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/blackwhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fiza's Motto: When you're bored, take pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(hello people, i said SMILE. U call THAT a smile??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/zeroinfinity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy dudes of Zero Infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/36607a02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy dudes of 3dash1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/da19c692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;backstage: the guys of Audio Break'out, 3dash1 &amp;amp; Sunset Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/12d8a4ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cinqo-nize with a guy from Burnout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112368526798069724?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112368526798069724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112368526798069724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112368526798069724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112368526798069724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-type-before-you-forget-part-4_09.html' title='Sit &amp; type before you forget: Part 4'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112351856241303836</id><published>2005-08-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:54:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit &amp; Type before you forget: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sit &amp; Type before you forget: Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont'd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOR Semis Preview Showcase ( Saturday, 16/7)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the first band to perform. Marinca Cove Amphitheatre. Anyway, it was raining super-heavily, and i woke up late! So i left the house w/ nothing on my face &amp;amp; nothing on my hair! Yep, my hair was FLAT. May i also add that i actually went on stage w/o make-up and hair still flat? Thank God it was raining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be at the place by 9.15am and we reached just in time. Everything happened so fast. Too fast. There was quite a lot of people considering that it was raining and it was 9.30 in the morning. But of course, they were there for the lucky draw. After that, we went off to take lots of pix and then off to Baybeats in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Highlight of the day: We were at Amber Road and saw everything Amber. Amber Hotel, Amber Lodge, Amber Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Interview with WKRZ (19/7)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the freaking cab during the freaking peak-period from Bukit Batok to Boon Lay all the way to Thomson Road.  Why? Because we were told that our slot was gonna be at 7.15pm.  When we arrived at about 7.10pm, there were 3 bands waiting for their turn.  Urgh.  So we just hung out and chatted with this other band, Aspirin, who's slot was after ours.  They're a bunch of really friendly guys.  Well, at least the 2 guitarists and their drummer are.  Their drummer, Ken, is my schoolmate whom i never dared to approach in school 'cause he seemed very garang (fierce).  Turns out he's a pretty friendly guy.  Fauzie's cool &amp; laidback.  Sean was the friendliest and chatty-est of them all.  Very tall guy whom i  assumed was one of the older people in the competition.  To my surprise, he is only 15-turning-16! He even showed us his Ez-Link cum Student pass to prove it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After much crapping around, Suzanne Walker finally came out to bring us in at about 10pm.  We had to do a brief interview and a recording of the Acoustic version of "Breathe in the Sunshine", repeatedly.  I didn't have water with me, it was really late, the room was very cold and my voice sucked big time.  Thank you very much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were finally done at about 10.45pm. Thank God.  So, who heard the interview? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112351856241303836?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112351856241303836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112351856241303836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112351856241303836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112351856241303836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-type-before-you-forget-part-3.html' title='Sit &amp; Type before you forget: Part 3'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112300233856461253</id><published>2005-08-03T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:58:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit &amp; type before you forget! : Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sit &amp; type before you forget! : Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of type, do u know that Howard Shan Lo, the techno-geek from Eye for a Guy 2 has such fast fingers, he types 150 wpm? WHO types 150 wpm? Who does he think he is, The Flash?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, today it's all about the School of Rock. thou shalt be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call while in the school library one quiet afternoon. Very familiar number. I ran out to answer the phone. Jennifer from Music &amp;amp; Movement called to inform me that Amber &amp; Me was one of the 20 bands chosen to be in the Semi-Finals. How did i react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, stop jumping up and down, i can't hear you...Relax.", said Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like OMFG, i so didn't expect to get the call. naturally, i'd be estatic. After more squeals of joy, (and weird stares) it was down to serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School Excursion 1 : SPH News Centre ( 9 July 05, Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview, Photoshoot and Signing of Agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Pang, u know her? Dinky said "pretty girl". Ashik said "she's cute right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a cute guy reporter, now! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograpther and this other reporter, Jill Alphonso, brought us to some stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, i want a happy pose! Open your mouth and smile...", said Mr. Photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we posed, and posed and smiled and posed and laughed and i stopped, turned away from the camera for a short breather and straightened my top, and *kachik* the camera went. Did the camera just clicked? But i wasn't ready! Another *kachik*. Hey!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday, July 11 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life, The Straits Times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/291b995e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They just had to choose that one. Say hello to Hunchback of Notre Dame! *boohoo* Oh hell, at least it beats sporting a rigid pose and ending up looking like a bunch of Pee Wees, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School Excursion 2 : City Music ( 13 July 05, Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All bands had to get their guitars toned for the Semis. Met up with the guys straight after school. They were in their ethnic costumes 'cause they were celebrating Racial Harmony Day in school. Heh. So it was off to Peace Centre. The moment we reached City Music, we were asked to leave our bags and guitars behind the counter. Who did i find sitting behind the counter? Mayuni Omar. Local songwriter/musician. Wanted to say hi, but decided not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After much drooling &amp;amp; swooning over the guitars and amps and keyboards, the guy whom I talked to over the phone, Yeegn Lougn, came to assist us with the guitar toning. Cool &amp;amp; Friendly guy. Not bad looking either. And eloquent guys are always good. (Found out a few days before the SEMIs that he was the General Manager and he's going to be one of the judges!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Once done, we then proceeded to walk from Peace Centre all the way to the Esplanade but gave up once we reached City Hall Mrt. How fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To be cont'd......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This morning we were shown the percentage of our attendance for our OFA lessons in school so far. Warning letters will be sent to the parents of students whose percentage of attendance for all subjects is below 95. My friends would know me well, so i'm not going to elaborate on whether my attendance is above or below 95%. My friends have tried calling me to wake me up in the morning. Doesn't work. So now, my other classmate who lives nearby has offered to meet me at 7.20am at the bus interchange. I'm going to have to force myself to wake up and make sure i meet him on time! Thanx, Kenny. Let's hope this works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's now 1.58am. I'm going to sleep and wake up early in the morning. Body Combat today has been the best so far! Oh, and i finally got the Student Concession. Waha, i'll be tap tap tapping all the way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112300233856461253?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112300233856461253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112300233856461253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112300233856461253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112300233856461253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-type-before-you-forget-part-2.html' title='Sit &amp; type before you forget! : Part 2'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112289717086835974</id><published>2005-08-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:14:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit &amp; type before you forget! : Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sit &amp;amp; type before you forget! : Part 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;School has been okay. More than okay actually, it's great! We'll be having our exams these few weeks. There was a floorball tournament held at ITE College East Simei last week. We had to go down to the east to show our "support" for College West on Thursday (28/7). So there were ITE students from all over Singapore congregating at the newest ITE College in the country. Like, hello...the school is huge! Their outdoor performance area alone is as big as my school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saw many familiar faces. And one who announced my name to the crowded cafeteria when he shouted my name. it was Khai. Wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/P1030638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Saturday (30/7), Piz, Nor and I went down again for the HipHop class. Waha. It started at 9.30am but we arrived there at 10.30am. And it didn't help that we didn't know our way around! We found the place and after a few oh-so-super-embarassing incidents, we decided to go have lunch at the cafeteria instead. I bumped into some friends too. Met Nashir from 3Dash1 who is in the school's concert band. Serene (i missed u, gurl!) who is also in the concert band. And Nadia, an ex-schoolmate who's in Nursing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We have a new Class Advisor and Business Fundementals teacher, Mr Sampson Lee. He's our third one and it's only been over a month. All three had enviable jobs at reputable companies, but no teaching experience. He's gonna have so much fun teaching a bunch of hyperactive and no-sense-of-shutting-up students. One peculiar thing about my class is that even though the guys are noisier, you can count on them to turn up for every lesson on time. The girls on the other hand.......well, it has only been over a month :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Body Combat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why does KC have to keep calling out to me every time? Call someone else lah. Just 'cause i'm the youngest, everyone's so "hey little girl" to me. And they call me Siti for God's sake! The part of my name i seldom acknowledge. Heh. "Siti, you okay?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Come on, Siti put in more strength! Jab-jab-cross, uppercut-hook and a jump kick! That's right!" And when i couldn't find my balance, i tried to hide behind the few people in front of me and then he said, "Siti, i can still see you, you know?" Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We had an intensive crunching session. My abdomen's still aching. So is my ass! But at least i'm more coordinated and energetic now. Probably 'cause there are newer members now and i'm no longer the girl who couldn't get her left and right RIGHT. Waha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112289717086835974?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112289717086835974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112289717086835974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112289717086835974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112289717086835974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-type-before-you-forget-part-1.html' title='Sit &amp; type before you forget! : Part 1'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112240043565268129</id><published>2005-07-30T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:06:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer enthrallment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow. so much has happened. i don't even know where to start. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber &amp;amp; Me didn't get to the Finals but we're really happy to have been one of the 20 bands in the SEMIs. The band's not giving up! The exposure and experience we gained has been priceless. No resting on laurels, we are gonna continue working on our sound and continue with our journey. Thanks to everyone who believed in and supported us! Thanks to those who turned up for the semis on Sunday! It felt great when Sheikh Haikel pointed at the group of people in the crowd who were cheering and asked "Are those your supporters?". We really appreciate it, you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on the competition, some (or most) of other bands have been around waay longer than we have and beat us when it comes to experience. They've played at countless gigs, they've joined (won) other competitions. The fact that we're only over a month old and got the opportunity to compete in the top 20 with these bands....I'm thankful. Alhamdulillah. We still got a long way to go. To the guys, we can do it. Patience is a virtue. So BREATHE IN THE SUNSHINE! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've once mentioned that I blog so i can remember how i've spent my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make things easier for me, these are some of the things i'm gonna be updating about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Trip to City Music&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Preview showcase at Marina Cove&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Interview with WKRZ&lt;br /&gt;&gt;School of Rock Semi-Finals&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Baybeats 05&lt;br /&gt;&gt;School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;Trip to ITE Simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;What a cute week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;Music Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;Body Combat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;Men in White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;Jammin sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;School of Rock Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But im not gonna be updating now though, coz it's 3.55am and i gotta and i WILL wake up at 7.30am (yea right, Fiza) to go down to ITE Simei at 9.30am later. Guess what i'll be doing there? HipHop class. Haha. Don't ask. Please, don't ask. Laugh, if you must, but don't ask! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For now, please check out &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/copeland"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/copeland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listen to -Coffee-. Sheer enthrallment, them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/P1030420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112240043565268129?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112240043565268129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112240043565268129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112240043565268129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112240043565268129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheer-enthrallment.html' title='sheer enthrallment'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112170471763100679</id><published>2005-07-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:52:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;will be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112170471763100679?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112170471763100679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112170471763100679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112170471763100679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112170471763100679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/will-be-back-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112119690689355381</id><published>2005-07-13T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:37:47.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there are 4 members in my group. and i'm doin the whole presentation plus the extra work given to us all by myself. and u know what? i'm surprisingly pleased. some would choose to whine &amp; sulk about having to do everything but i don't. 'cause apart from sleep, i've got nothing to lose. and i'm so happy that after a whole day of school which ended at 4pm, after which the guys and i had 3 hours of practice and now i'm still not asleep at 3 in the morning, doing a group project and listening to Godsmack (don't ask) to keep me awake. No coffee please, just water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly, i cannot be bothered to argue and force people to do things when they so obviously don't wish to do. At other times, i would've made sure that the work is fairly distributed among us. but i'm just too tired what with school and the competition and my family and my bad cough and i even skipped Body Combat today. That's a fraction of $100 gone. So i decided to volunteer and do everything myself. I feel bad though, coz i'd wanted them to get more involved. I hope they don't think im selfish. Wait, u know what? I don't even care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok, my parents are gonna wake up soon. I'm gonna have to wake up in 2 1/2 hrs time. Wait, how am i gonna wake up when im not asleep. Oh, and i still have clothes to iron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i can do this! it'll be school from 8am to 4pm, then the guys and I have to go to Peace Centre after that coz the organisers told us to do so, and then......*yaaawwwnnnnn* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm walkin' on sunshine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SuperFiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112119690689355381?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112119690689355381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112119690689355381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112119690689355381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112119690689355381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-4-members-in-my-group.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112109471353292941</id><published>2005-07-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:11:53.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel better now.  much better.  i should learn to calm down.  think positive.  breathe in.  breathe out. everything is going to be alright.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;few things to clarify.  i didn't know what i was doing.  the photographer was just snapping away, and he just had to choose a pic with my mouth open,  looking blur and not looking at the camera, and that very poor posture.  oh well, the only one who gives a damn is me. so, who gives a damn. let's all not give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and another thing, dinky is in boon lay secondary school and not ITE Clementi.  Sorry, dink.  they called me so many times to ask about our schools, yet they still got it wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and one more thing, we're really in it for the experience, the exposure and the music.  anything else, would be a bonus for our determination and sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112109471353292941?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112109471353292941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112109471353292941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112109471353292941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112109471353292941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112108403547586263</id><published>2005-07-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:13:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm pissed! im frustrated, pissed and....argh i'm so pissed i can't even think of a better word to say in place of PISSED.  what the hell did i get myself into? what was i thinking? Fiza, what the hell were you thinking, you nincompoop?! i just wanna scream! im in such a dilemma. why why why?  it makes me wanna....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shut up Fiza and get that stupid thought out of your head.  every problem comes with a solution, doesn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im mentally &amp; physically exhausted.  i just wanna curl up and never have to face the world again.  but i won't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't give up. Siti, don't give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear God, please give me strength and patience to pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will survive. i must survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112108403547586263?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112108403547586263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112108403547586263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112108403547586263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112108403547586263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-pissed-im-frustrated-pissed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112101486244366050</id><published>2005-07-10T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:07:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today had been CRAZY. so much laughing. too much laughing. and the highlight of the day would be "1,2,3 before the solo". i can't explain what's so funny bout that phrase, but all 4 of us burst out laughing when dinky said it. just thinking about it makes me wanna laugh some more. u can't escape craziness when you're with them. we'ld laugh til we can't laugh any more, then stop. then i hear hairul's super-funny laughter again, and i see the ridiculous expression on their faces, and we start laughter round 2. amber &amp;amp; the screwballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after "jammin'" at zi jian's place today, met up with Nor in town. more laughter as usual. i also bumped into suriani. i've never actually had a proper conversation with her. i used to bump into her during my secondary school days. her school was near my house, while my school was near her house. and then after we graduated from secondary school we saw each other in the train quite a few times and exchanged "hi"s and that's it. i guess just now was our first proper conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nor and i went shopping! she bought a skirt, and i bought a new pair of jeans from Dorothy Perkins at Plaza Singapura. i had actually bought a pair from the new DP branch at Marina Square last week, even had them alter the length for me. when i picked it up last friday though, i realised they've altered it too short! it didn't seem too bad initially, but when i wore it with my sneakers, i couldn't stand it. so i gave it to my sis --who loved it so much-- and bought another pair! it even comes with a cool belt. yayness. now, im eyeing THE jacket. OMG i fell in love at the first sight! i hope they will still have it a month from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;school tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what happened to the weekend? what do u mean i gotta wait for the next one? excuse me, i'm talking to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;whoa...amber is the colour of your energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;whoa...shades of gold displayed naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112101486244366050?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112101486244366050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112101486244366050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112101486244366050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112101486244366050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-had-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112092410789810107</id><published>2005-07-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T03:11:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i knew it wouldn't be long til these emotions come to haunt me. im getting used to it's regular visits. i was kinda worried when i was so happy &amp; carefree the last few weeks. the more happier &amp;amp; carefree, the more these emotions would push me down later. i should've just made the most out of those cheerful days while it lasted, and deal with the emotions when it comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but why am i feeling this way? everything doesn't seem right. at all. initially, things were goin great...what with the band gettin to the semi-finals, and school being bucketfuls of awesome fun. then suddenly everything seems so different. i was just warning the guys earlier today that i get stressed easily. like now. im so stressed. stressed over the same things i was so happy about just a few days ago. im remaining positive tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can't wait for it to be over...go away, go away and leave me alone. please, i beg of you. is being happy too much to ask for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is wrong with me? i seriously need proper time management training. there's just too many things for me to do right now. the pace in school is noticeably speeding up. i believed that i can cope. i still believe. Body Combat is now TWICE a week. Tuesday and Thursday. And the choreography is much more vigorous now, i felt like passing out after the 4th part, every time. the band needs waaayy more serious attention than i thought it'd need. we've been seriously serious all along, but it just got more serious and...how many times have i mentioned 'serious'? argh. the more i think about it, the more the serious-ness of it gets to me and the more stressed i get and when i'm stressed i go bonkers. you don't wanna see me when i go bonkers. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Amber%20and%20Me/0235ff2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Amber%20and%20Me/94ffd212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Amber%20and%20Me/6393c0f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Amber%20and%20Me/8d5eee84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Amber%20and%20Me/8e03f481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the guys and i had to go down to the SPH building again earlier today. after which we went down to Junction 8 to check out the Open Plaza where the Semi-Finals and Finals are gonna be held. i brought along my digicam and we kept stopping to take pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listen up to "Morning glory with Suzanne walker" on WKRZ - 21st &amp;amp; 22nd July, 9-10am for an interview with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;amber and me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112092410789810107?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112092410789810107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112092410789810107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112092410789810107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112092410789810107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-knew-it-wouldnt-be-long-til-these_09.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112066637014005576</id><published>2005-07-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:21:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/AmbernMe.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey guys. Guess what? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amber &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be in the Semi-Finals of School of Rock after all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There will be a preview showcase on 16th July at Marine Cove Amphitheatre (that's at East Coast Park, near McDonalds).  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amber &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be the first band performing at 9.30am. Come down to catch all 20 semi-finalists in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*The semi-finals will be at Junction 8 on 24th July. 10% of results will be from audience voting. Will update more details &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112066637014005576?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112066637014005576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112066637014005576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112066637014005576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112066637014005576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112049354165270768</id><published>2005-07-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:38:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/bb05.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*reminds self to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some were saying that this year's Baybeats is gonna be more rockin' than last year's, while some are hoping it will be just as rockin' as last year's. I say,  let's pray hard the crowd won't be as dead as last year's. There were people with mohawks/afros/red-green-orange-blue-rainbow-colored hair and all dressed in leather jackets/chains/whatever-thing-that-makes-them-look-cooler-than-the-rest-at-gigs  to see the bands, get themselves checked by the security, go in and all they did was stood still under the hot Sunday sun. Maybe they were just warming up? No pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No offence, and absolutely nothing against people with mohawks and dressing up to a gig (i luv dressing up too...) but seriously, the music is so loud surely you can't resist moving your head at least?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe that this year's Baybeats is gonna be much better than last year's especially 'cause there's Electrico. Last year, nobody heard of 'em before.  We shall see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Youth Alive! 2005 this Saturday, 9 July at Singapore Conference Hall.  Winners (voted by SMS by audience) will get to perform at Esplanade on National Day.  Tickets $8 (pre-sale) available at YMCA Singapore (1 Orchard Road), $10 (at the door).  All proceeds will be donated to Children's Cancer Foundation, Singapore's Children Society and Christian Care Services.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicforgood.org/events.html"&gt;http://www.musicforgood.org/events.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112049354165270768?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112049354165270768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112049354165270768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112049354165270768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112049354165270768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/reminds-self-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112046282158051849</id><published>2005-07-04T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:40:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The last time i was this sick had been so long ago...It's the kind where your whole body aches, your head feels so heavy, blocked nose, deaf ears, blocked throat coz it's so swollen you can't swallow a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I should have gotten the hint since last Friday and stayed home and rest. But no, i had to go to City Hall right after school on Friday with Nor, Piz and Seha. (The three petite girls who can fit into a 2-seater in the train. I wish i was kidding...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And went out again the whole day with Mom and Sis on Saturday. So much for goin to the SOFT meeting, I* was soft the moment my ass touched my bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And of course, again on Sunday with Aishah.  Yep, i havent got a single day rest ever since school started. Not even on weekends. Bravo, SuperFiza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But it's okay, at least i got a lot of new stuffs. Things i've been wanting to get for WEEKS of being broke. THANK GOD.  You see, i hate asking my parents for money to buy personal stuffs.  So, most of the time when i say i'm broke, it's usually "i-have-money-but-i'm-saving-it-for-later" broke.  So, i can't spend alot of money which is as good as being broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Person: Let's go shopping/to the movies/out/spend our money on things we don't need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Person: Why? No money ah? Ask from your father lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Person: It's not that I can't, I'd rather not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend: Huh? But why? You scared is it? Why u scared? You blhablahblahblahblahfuckingblahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope none of my friends get offended by this. It's not directed to anyone in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, here i am at home, taking a rest, missing lessons in school.  I seriously wished i was in school coz i hate to miss lessons and be all blur the next day.  Besides, i wanted to try out my new thumbdrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok...none of what i typed made sense to me....my head is hurting and i wanna puke. now, can somebody tell me why i feel so cold when the sun is shining brightly in the skkkkkkkkyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....ok..im..ooouu...t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112046282158051849?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112046282158051849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112046282158051849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112046282158051849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112046282158051849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-time-i-was-this-sick-had-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-112022585851537266</id><published>2005-07-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:00:47.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To all our friends, thanks a lot for your faith in us. Even though we aren't one of the 20 out 207 bands chosen to compete in the Semi-Finals, it's not the end for us. In fact, the experience had been priceless. We had lots of fun performing at the auditions. To get a more detailed idea of what went on that day, do check out "The White Stallion" at &lt;a href="http://stuckedupfools.blogspot.com"&gt;Dinky's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Thanks also to those who commented on our appearance in the papers. Thanks to those who bought the papers even though you don't understand a single word of Malay. Haha. As you would've probably read in the article, we are very new and we're glad to have had such an opportunity at the beginning of our journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/AmbernMe.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So many things had happened that day to test our determination. Guitar straps left behind, school ended late, had to get Approval Leave from my Class Advisor, super long train journey. But it hadn't been all bad...On our way there in the train, a nice lady gave us directions to the place and wished us good luck. After the auditions, being approached by the photographers and being interviewed by reporters. What i felt was the best was that people were moving/dancing along with us and one of the judges had been clapping and moving in her seat too. The comments they gave would surely be able to help us improve ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do come down to Junction 8 on 24 &amp;amp; 31 July and give your support to the bands that made it through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the meantime, you can also lend ur support to local bands at Heart Rock Singapore gigs going on at Singapore Expo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOFTies, meeting tomorrow at The Arts House. Hav fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(will update more on school life soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-112022585851537266?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/112022585851537266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=112022585851537266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112022585851537266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/112022585851537266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-all-our-friends-thanks-lot-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111969602096444537</id><published>2005-06-25T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:44:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Updates for the past week....Hav fun. For those of you who wanna get a taste of ITE life, read up on my Friday's entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had 2 VIP passes to this International Gala Hair Show at Mandarin Ballroom. School ended at 4 that day and i was thinking about whether i should go after all. Shahida was supposed to go with me but since she can't be home too late, i told her it's okay if she didn't wanna go. I didn't mind going alone but i thought it'd be a waste, 'cause it was an "Invite-Only" event. It was very last-minute so most of my friends couldn't come. In the end, i asked my classmate Hafizah (Piz) if she wanted to go and she agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Met up with Piz at Jurong East. I was pretty dressed up but still nicely casual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Being invited to such an event, one should at least have the courtesy to dress appropriately, don't you think? Piz was in plain black t-shirt, cropped jeans, flats and a cute handbag. She then commented, "You're like my friend who likes to doll herself up. I'm a very simple girl". She sure is, though not as crazy and wacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At Mandarin Hotel, we were led to the reception area where refreshment was served. Then we received door-gifts and finally made our way into the ballroom. There were a lot of people but we got to sit at this small VIP area that's right in front of the stage, right behind the judges for the hairstyling competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was most impressed with the Hair Show by this famous Italian hairstylist, Filipo. His techniques were breathtaking! Suddenly, i regretted not continuing my hairstyling course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After the show, Piz and i went for supper at Swensen's. It was already 11pm. There's a cute guy who's working there. haha. His name tag showed "Alvin". When we were done, we realised that it was way past 12 and took a cab home. Reached home about 1+ realised that i still had school in the morning! I couldn't sleep till about 4am even though i had to get up at 6am. Which of course, i didn't. i woke up at 7.30, took a cab and strolled into class at 8.15am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111969602096444537?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111969602096444537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111969602096444537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111969602096444537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111969602096444537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/updates-for-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111969690425804396</id><published>2005-06-25T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:48:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I left the house at 7.30am and took the bus to school. When i reached the bus-stop and walked to school, someone called out me, "FiiiiiZaaaaaa!". I turned and it was Wati! She was in the same secondary school as me. Turns out she's in class R1, taking a NITEC course. (Just fyi, i'm a HIGHER NITEC student.) S he's been nice and friendly to me since secondary school, but if i'm not wrong, she's not really one who's known to be someone "nice". Not that i care, since she's nice to me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Orientaion Games' Day! We were to choose a game to play. I chose Captain's Ball. A lot of the other girls chose Treasure Hunt, while the guys chose Soccer and FloorBall. In the end, a lot of them went home and skipped it altogether. For the first round of matches, my class (SB) was playing against Kak Dee's class (KF). As i was playing i heard Wati cheering for me, "Baik ah Fiza!!". We won which was a surprise seeing that we were playing half-heartedly even though we seemed pretty enthu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next round, we had to play against Wati's class, R1. We had been warned beforehand that they were pretty aggresive. And surprise......we won!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clapped and cheered and then realised that Wati and friends seemed really pissed. They kept glaring at us and were cursing loudly, "Pantat ah! Sial lah! Ape siaaakk!". (MUAAHAHAHAH!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and i were taken aback at how seriously they were taking it. The student councillors then came to us and said there was to be a rematch between the 2 teams. WTF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a rematch? Fine! So we had a rematch. The atmosphere in the MPH immediately changed. Most turned to watch us play. They were even more aggressive this time. We didn't give them face and played with our lives. Within 2-mins, we scored 4 and they only scored 1. We won again, and the whole MPH had witnessed it. They were still pissed and walked around with a blacker than black face, complaining to anyone who was willing to listen. When my team members were leaving the MPH, they were like, "Balik ah, balik ah!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Memang nak balik lah ni, but thanx for announcing our departure :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apparently, they are retainees. So, i suppose they think that since they've been in the school longer than we have, they could be big-headed and walk around like bloody buffoons who owns the school? We may be first year students of a 2-year course, but you're 2nd year students of a...one-year course! We don't give a damn. We just smiled and couldn't be bothered. We are not gonna hate them tho, maybe pity. Get a life, please? So we don't have to waste our sympathy on people like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp; Gents, this is what we call not having Sportsmanship and being immature. For God's sake, its an Orientation game! It's ridiculous how someone who had been all friendly and nice to you, suddenly looks at you with much hostility over a pathetic Captain's-fucking-ball game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am very proud of my class who had won quite a few prizes that day. And the fact that i could play 4 matches in a row! You see what going for Body Combat has done for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, I'm going back to our grandmother's kampung in Malacca tomorrow. Can't wait for school on Monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111969690425804396?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111969690425804396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111969690425804396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111969690425804396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111969690425804396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-i-left-house-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111937227938098100</id><published>2005-06-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:47:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forget Good Charlotte. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Bravery&lt;/span&gt; is coming down on August 5th! Of course I am going! (God willing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Live in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/bravery_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5 August 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Friday, 7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stadium Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;$62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The punchy modern rock outfit the Bravery features &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sam Endicott&lt;/span&gt; (vocals/guitar), &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;John Conway&lt;/span&gt; (keyboards), &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anthouny Burulcich&lt;/span&gt; (drums), &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Michael Zakarin&lt;/span&gt; (guitar), and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mike H&lt;/span&gt;. (bass). The New York five-piece got its start in early 2003. After playing its first gig at the Stinger Club in Brooklyn in mid-summer, the Bravery's post-punk-influenced dance rock was all the rage. A residency at Arlene's Grocery and whispers on the street eventually led the Bravery to a recording contract with Island Def Jam in the States and Loog in the U.K. The Unconditional EP followed in early 2005. Critics almost immediately trounced on the band. The Village Voice proclaimed the Bravery to be "New York's Official Next Big Thing" while MTV and Rolling Stone hailed them as an artist to watch. A co-headlining tour with Ash in the U.S. in spring 2005 coincided the release of the Bravery's self-titled album. ~ MacKenzie Wilson, All Music Guide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111937227938098100?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111937227938098100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111937227938098100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111937227938098100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111937227938098100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/forget-good-charlotte.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111936999558117709</id><published>2005-06-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:46:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday's my first day of school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And i think i'm gonna love my classmates. Everybody's fun and sporting. Compared to the other classes, at least. I also think my class has the most number of people with simliar names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Hafiz, 2 Hafizah, 2 Noraini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And what's the best thing about my class? None of those hardcore mats or minahs. They're friendly and nice people. While some are equally crazy :D The other hardcore mats and minahs in my school tho, makes me cringe. They seriously freak me out. I've never been in a place with so many of them in one place! I actually found myself in awe. Haha. You might as well call the Canteen a "Freak Zone". Coz when they're all congregating there, and so many of them together, i get freaked out. Especially when i was getting myself a drink yesterday, this girl at this round table nearby pointed at me and the rest of her friends turned to look. I wasn't scared, no. Just freaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They're just freaky, you know? I've always thought to myself, "But they're just human, like you". No, no no no no. That was more of me trying to convince myself. These people don't even attempt to seem human. It's okay, i will survive. I'm sure they're not THAT bad despite those badly done eyebrows and tacky-coloured lenses. No worries, there's more to a person than an inch-thick 2-way cake on their face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The weird thing is, even though they are so much like each other, they still look at each other with much animosity. What ever happened to "Smile, and be nice"? I don't think i have the strength to do a detailed description. I'm trying my best to adjust and get used to this new environment. And i like my classmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111936999558117709?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111936999558117709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111936999558117709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111936999558117709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111936999558117709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterdays-my-first-day-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111936184718384930</id><published>2005-06-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:50:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The gig was loads of fun. In the end, none of us helped out. Haha. Talked to Anthony for a while and he said "It's okay, i want you guys to enjoy the gig". If you insist! The bands were really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Observatory sounded great live. I'd thought that their live performance wouldn't be as strong but they managed to do it great.  Throb was awesome. Shahida liked them alot. And of course, Ugly in the Morning!! Just a l'il disappointed that they didn't play 'Wooden Dog', 'On and On' and 'Stupid 'A' Song'.  Otherwise,  they were awesome. Groovy babaayyyy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What amazed me though was that everybody, who were initially sitting down on their pink mats,  actually stood up and moved to the front when Electrico was up. Local gigs often consists of rocking bands and dead boring audience who'd sit on the asses, moving only to shoo away mosquitos. For this gig tho, everybody stood up, some jumped (uhurm, me and gang) and when Ronin was up, there were moshing.  Huge crowd too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, okay..local gigs are getting better. They won't be the most happening around yet, but slight progress is better than no progress at all, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111936184718384930?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111936184718384930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111936184718384930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111936184718384930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111936184718384930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/gig-was-loads-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111902995412227996</id><published>2005-06-18T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:35:47.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today has got to be the freakiest day ever.I reached home 2 plus and started cleaning up the house and then took a shower and got ready to meet up with Saha, Aini &amp; Fendy, another guy i asked to help at the gig&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;*4&lt;/span&gt; Then my Mom called to remind me that my grandma is staying over tonight! So i had to REALLY cleanup my room. That means no more clothes on the floor, make my bed PROPERLY, put aside my magazines/books/bags/make-up/hairsetting rollers/CLOTHES and everything else you can find all over the room. WHAT?? But i'm gonna be late! I called up AIni, told her i was gonna belate and asked her to msg Saha, and i msged Fendy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the time i was done, it was already so late. I decided to take a cab. Walked down to the main road, hailed a cab and made my way to Wisma Atria. Here comes the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Halfway through the taxi ride, along the expressway, i started getting all dizzy and everything around me was turning and swirling. My head hurt so bad, my heart was pounding loudly. Inside the cab had been so cold but i was sweating. My palm was sweating too which doesn't happen alot! If i had been walking i would've probably collapsed right in the middle of the street. I couldn't think straight, everything was unclear. I started to panic. The first thing that came to my mind was to take out my iPod and listen to the Al-Quran recitations. My parents were constantly on my mind. I was unconsciously saying my prayers audibly and the cabbie kept turning to look at me. Kept reminding myself, "Mengucap Fiza, mengucap..." Only God knows how i felt. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've never felt so scared in my life.&lt;/span&gt; Excruciating pain, been through that. I wasn't even this scared when going for my surgery 6 years ago. But this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I called Aini and told her to wait for me at the taxi stand and that i was panicking. By the time i reached there, Aini was already waiting for me. As soon as i got out of the cab, i couldn't stand up straight, what more walk straight. We sat down and i was sweating so much even tho the weather wasn't that hot. Even tho i wasnt as terrified anymore, i knew i needed to go home coz i felt so weak. Immediately, i dialled my Mom's number. --Sorry Mom, i didn't mean to make you so worried.-- My dad had wanted to pick me up, but it was peak hour and it would take him an hour to reach there. He told me to take a cab and he'ld wait for me downstairs. I called Fendy and told him to come up meet us at the taxi stand, then Saha arrived soonafter. After introducing themselves to each other, i told them they had to go ahead without me. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe it was just the fact that i was at home with both my parents that made me feel better. Still dizzy and nauseous. The candy Aini gave me earlier helped, though. Then i lied down on the sofa and talked to my parents about what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My dad said ,"Mesti ada hikmah sebalik semua ni. Fiza selalu keluar tak pernah mabuk macam ni pun, kan?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's got to be a reason why all this happened. You go out a lot but you've never felt like this before, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He went on to say, "Do not question why this happened. Do not be pissed (my term) that you did not get to go this gig. Maybe something would've happened to you if you had went ahead? God knows. What's important is that you made an effort to go there, you've even reached the place...but because of your condition, you came back home. You've been to so many other gigs, anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mom - "I'm glad you thought of God and your parents. Maybe HE was testing you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe they're right. Just the other day my dad surprised me and asked me to read out some short surahs for him to hear. It's not enough to KNOW the surahs, it's also important to perfect your pronunciation. He corrected me here and there, but i passed. Alhamdulillah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then this...LA HAWLA WALA QUWWATA ILLA BILLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe with all that's happening in my life, new band, new school, new friends, new environment, competitions, challenges,...i have to be reminded to not forget Allah, to not forget my family, to not forget myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope i'm not freaking anybody out. I'm not an extremely religious person but i do my best.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad had his weekly religious class, my sis still at work and my mom had Yoga. They didn't want me alone in the house so i followed my Mom to her Yoga class. It's her 2nd class and i think it's doin much good for her health...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's okay if i missed today's gig. Tomorrow's gig is gonna be more exciting. Im lookin' forward to see Electrico, The Observatory and Ugly in the Morning. Text'ed Fendy and he seemed to be having fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow, Shahida, Hairul, Dinky, Nazreen &amp;amp; Aslam will be coming along.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the end, i'm bringing 8 people to help at the gig. So much for goin alone and making new friends...haha. It's okay. The more the meriah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111902995412227996?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111902995412227996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111902995412227996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111902995412227996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111902995412227996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-has-got-to-be-freakiest-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111902569929620697</id><published>2005-06-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:31:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anthony (the guy who organised Rock On Singapore) called again to ask if i'm coming down to the gig and helping them out and how many people i was bringing along coz they have to prepare refreshments. I told him i was coming and that i'll be bringing with me about 4 people on Saturday (my bandmates). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Initially, i had planned to go down to the gig myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*1&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and make friends with other people I don't know. But then i thot, maybe i should ask someone to come along with me, just in case. I then asked my bandmates, they can only turn up on Saturday. I asked Shahida, Saturday. So i asked Saha, and he said OKAY and now its Saha and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As i was getting myself dressed to leave for the briefing on Thursday, Aini msged and asked me out. I called her, found out she's free and asked her along. So now it's Saha, Aini &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Met them at Orchard Mrt Stn. It was their first time meeting each other but they hit it off immediately. Great. Oh and all 3 of us were coincidentally wearing green! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went down to Orchard Green, met Anthony, were told what we're expected to do the next day and we're off. Saha, Aini &amp;amp; Me. The Kecohrables. So damn freakin kecoh the whole night. Met up with Lily at McD's Shaw Tower. Last time i met her was last year! She dyed some parts of her hair red and it really suits her coz she's very fair. Kinda reminded me of Spiderman's girlfirend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ronin &amp; Chou Pi Jiang did soundcheck today. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rock On Singapore! Tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111902569929620697?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111902569929620697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111902569929620697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111902569929620697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111902569929620697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/anthony-guy-who-organised-rock-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111881740796634028</id><published>2005-06-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:55:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had another jamming session with the guys yesterday. Everyone was giving it their all and i was enjoying myself so much, eventho' my throat was hurting from singing the songs without stopping at all. I don't think i've felt so tired after a jamming session before. We now have 2 'must-play' songs for every jamming session. Lovefool &amp; Behind Hazel Eyes. woohoooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Behind Hazel Eyes was the bomb! We played that so many times, and every time the song ended, one of us would go "one more time!". Don't think we got enuff of it. Haha...and there was this girl who stood to watch us for quite a long time, that she started to freak me out. I smiled at her anyway when i realised she's harmless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that we hung out at KFC and boy, these guys are a crazy bunch! and i thot I* was crazy?? They are crazy-er! We sat down to discuss bout lotsa things and suddenly Hairul &amp;amp; Dinky started makin fun of something and started laffing and i looked at them behaving so ridiculously (plus, Hairul's laughter is so damn bloody funny), me &amp; Zijian started laughing along. Not at the joke tho, at them! Very merepek, but hilarious. And before you know it, everybody's face were red from so much laughing and my stomach was hurting so much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we went home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At home, i chilled at the living room, waiting for my parents to come home. And when they reached home, we talked about my band. I told them who were in the band, what kind of songs we play. Then my mom asked, "When will we get to see you perform?". Wah, onli 2nd jamming session ley... Then i hinted at my dad that i wanna continue my keyboard lessons. (I went for keyboard and organ lessons once, but that was so long ago!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't remember if he realised how obvious i was and that i also wanna take up the electric bass guitar. He asked me to look around for a bass instructor before, but couldn't find a suitable one plus, need a lot of money for lessons and the bass guitar + amp. So, my dad said we'll discuss again soon coz they just had to pay for my Body Combat classes and my school stuffs. It's k, i'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm thankful to my parents for being very supportive. I still remember the keyboard my dad bought me when i was 5. That was my best birthday present ever! I was so happy. It may not be as big as those played by Ahmad Dhani, but it's still an electric keyboard nonetheless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then i reminded them that i'll be back late on Fri &amp;amp; Sat coz im helping out at the gig. I was expecting them to ask a lot of questions but all they said was, "Mmm. Jaga diri". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How i wished they'd added, "We'll fetch u once ur done.." or "You can use the car if you'd like". I WISH! --eh cant wait to get my licence lei..5 mnths to go.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm still thinkin bout how im gonna get home coz by the time we would be done, there'll be no more trains and no buses that goes to my place. There's the cab, but can u imagine how much the fare its gonna be?? i'll think of something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111881740796634028?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111881740796634028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111881740796634028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111881740796634028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111881740796634028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/had-another-jamming-session-with-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111868700514365277</id><published>2005-06-14T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:24:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;14 JUNE 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Foo Fighters album "In Your Honor" is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20 new songs on 2 discs. One Loud. One not so loud. Featuring the new single 'Best of You'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why aren't you screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm screaming coz im fucken broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aargh..their new songs are awesome! Go listen to the new songs at their MYSPACE account &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foofighters"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/foofighters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111868700514365277?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111868700514365277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111868700514365277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111868700514365277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111868700514365277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/14-june-2005the-foo-fighters-album-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111864878185542924</id><published>2005-06-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:49:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good Charlotte is coming to Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/char0705_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Charlotte - Noise to the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 July, Tuesday, 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not a HEEUUGGEE fan of Good Charlotte or Simple Plan. These two bands are often part of the same sentence and being compared all the time. Honestly, i think they're both good but their music quite different what...so why u people keep comparing them all the time? Anyway, i've seen Simple Plan live and they were okay...got the crowd going. But i prefer Good Charlotte's style. I think GC's music is more edgier and...erm............(fill in blank with word that is a combination of Edgy, Fun and ROCKKINNN'.......).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, so i think i would go to their concert this July. Unless a better band is coming later this year than i would have to go that one instead. I have a quota for number of "expensive" concerts i can attend in a year. Coz my dad pay mah...if i go to every single concert, die lah like that. But the Good Carlotte concert is only $69 for free standing or sitting. I'll say that quite cheap for an International act at Indoor Stadium! Maybe coz they onli using half of the stadium. They've got new standing/sitting plan so, it should be interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh wait, it's Tuesday at 8pm! I have Body Combat. It's k i can miss one class. I'll have equal amount of workout at the MoshPit. hah. Did i tell u i'm at my fittest at rock concerts?...ask my fellow concert goers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com"&gt;http://www.sistic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111864878185542924?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111864878185542924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111864878185542924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111864878185542924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111864878185542924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-charlotte.html' title='Good Charlotte'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111863987142809236</id><published>2005-06-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:54:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My wish to be able to live in complete anonymity one day, may never be fulfilled. Especially if i'm staying put ( i need to get out of here!) in Singapore. Sure, it's safe and clean and politically correct (not that i'd knw) and yadayadayada. Singapore's great...but not when everybody knows each other. Where's the fun in that? At this rate, i would have to make "new" friends with everyone twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why do i say that my wish may never be fulfilled? *sigh* Most Singaporeans would've probably realized by now that in one way or another, we are connected to that stranger sitting beside us through a mutual friend or two mutual friends or that GIRL is really your Mom's yoga instructor's son's basketball's coach's daughter. Oh and by the way, they're goin' out together. No, not the son and the daughter....The yoga instructor and the basketball coach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kinda like a real-life Friendster. So if you wanna be friends with that cute guy in the train, make sure you're "Closely Connected".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've had new findings recently, on how i am or others are strangely/ridiculously/"WHAT??"-ly/ (fill in the blank) -ly connected to one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guys in my band has another band and when they showed me their pics, one of the guys looked familiar. Connection: That guy lives 2 doors away from me. 'Tis a small world after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is my 5th year living in my current home. When we first moved in, my sister already knew this girl who lived a floor above us.They were from the same Secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A &amp; B were classmates with my good friend Hid in JC. And now, the same two people are classmates with my best friend Shahida in Poly. 'Tis a small world after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After having gone through so much with Suhaila and being her classmate for 2 years, we only found out this year that our Great-grandmothers were SISTERS. That makes my grandma and her grandpa, cousins. Her dad and my Mom, second cousins. And she and i, third(?) cousins. We're of Chinese descendants too...'Tis a small world after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, i don't think it'll be that bad just yet. Coz even though i've been living here for close to 5 years, i don't know my neighbours. 'Cept the family that lives right beside us. Other than that...lemme elaborate thru a conversation my sis n i had at 4am this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Can u believe it? We've been living here for 5 years but we still don't know our neighbours' name. Not even our next door neighbour. They're simply "Apek" and "Nyonya". Try to imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hi, this is my neighbour, Apek and this is his wife, Nyonya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(and then we started givin nicknames to identify our neighbours....at 4am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt; Ya, and i've never seen that "PakCik MRT" (he works with SMRT) punya anak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh ya, he's the one that lives on the 1st floor right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt; No lah, tu rumah "MakCik Post Office" (we've seen her uniform).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hah? Eh, i'm talking about the house beside rumah "Kakak Hospital" (seen her uniform too) tau. Yang tinggal bawah rumah "MakCik Ketupat-Lampu LapLip" (Hari Raya's over but the decor is still up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt; Ya correct. The other side is that "Abang Motor" 's house. They just moved in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OH! That means that "Auntie PigTail" (she ties her hair in a pigtail) and "UncleSpectacles" got new neighbour liao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;---------------The End---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My neighbourhood (my block in particular) is a very quiet one. The neighbours don't talk to each other 'cept for the occasional "Hi", if they feel like it. I think it's coz the units are not the sort that are neatly arranged beside each other along one long corridor. At my block (divided into 2 sections), each floor onli has 4 units, distantly placed in it's own secluded corner and no windows in the corridor u can peek into (thank God). The building is of an odd "C" shape and in the middle of the "C" there is a "hill/garden" with tall coconut trees and surrounded by everybody else's plants. A lot of my neighbours have a passion for gardening you see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Moral of the story: We may not live in complete anonymity, but we can pretend we do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is sick. I feel sick. i wanna puke.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111863987142809236?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111863987142809236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111863987142809236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111863987142809236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111863987142809236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-wish-to-be-able-to-live-in-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111851208798688638</id><published>2005-06-12T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:25:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Love me, love me...Say that you love me.." - Lovefool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna cut the story short. Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys &amp; Gurls...introducing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amber and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hairul - Bass, Dinky- Drums, Zijian - Guitar, Fiza - Vox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amber and Me, that's our new band's name. All three guys were my juniors in secondary school (one yr onli) but i've heard them play and thought them good, which was why i agreed to do vocals when they asked. Friday had been my first time meeting and talking to Dinky &amp;amp; Zijian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-- No, i wasn't a stuck-up senior back in school...Or was i? Oh, who gives. -- And i knew Hairul from Choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not gonna go too much into details. Just that, for the band's first jamming session, it's satisfying. Impressive, in fact. Like seriously. We actually played two songs, Lovefool &amp; My Favourite Game by The Cardigans, repeatedly with minimal mistakes like as if we've been practising that song for weeks! And when i shot them a "Do u guys know how to play Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns 'N Roses?", they could! Need a lot of brushin'-up but er wait...I'm not gonna praise them too much lah coz i think they read my blog and their heads are gonna BLOW-UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We ain't perfect yet, but im amazed. Amazed by a number of things, WHICH im gonna keep to myself. Keep up the good work but we're gonna work harder, right guys? I hear ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like it that when we were discussing different songs and bands, they KNEW what song or band (most of it, at least) i was talkin' about...like "Celebrity Skin" by Hole. Don't they make you watch MTV in primary school? And they might've not known Zwan but at least they knew Smashing Pumpkins and that Billy Corgan's bald. Haha. Anyway, we shall see how it goes. Gonna keep a low profile for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phua Chu Kang - The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got free tix to the musical at the Indoor Stadium on Saturday. Had plans initially, but hey...the tix aren't cheap, and seeing that others had to pay $100/$85 to watch it at considerably good seats, i decided to go. There were four of us. Still got 4 more free tixs for another day's show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, how was the musical? Let's just say i wouldn't pay $100/$85 to catch it. I'm glad i didn't even think of it. In fact, i think you would've enjoyed more the musical we had when i was in primary school! $65 at Mandarin Ballroom WITH dinner. And cute kids (uhurm, uhurm) performing and dancing and singing on stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overall, the musical was okay lah. Very singapore. Very patriotic. but i think it's not very kid-friendly. Examples..."Audrey Chee, the K.S. Kampung SLUT!" - Ah Ma's line. teehee. Moderately funny lah can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i want to sleep. Do go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock On Singapore!&lt;/span&gt; this coming Friday &amp;amp; Saturday. There's gonna be bands like BhumiBand, Electrico, Ugly in the Morning, Ronin, B-Quartet and many more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111851208798688638?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111851208798688638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111851208798688638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111851208798688638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111851208798688638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/amber-and-me.html' title='Amber and Me'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111837848560398472</id><published>2005-06-10T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:43:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rockonsingapore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Rock On Singapore!" src="http://www.rockonsingapore.com/RockOnSingapore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Support local Music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockonsingapore.com"&gt;www.rockonsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;17 &amp;amp; 18 June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orchard Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(beside Orchard Mrt Stn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6pm to 12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111837848560398472?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111837848560398472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111837848560398472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111837848560398472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111837848560398472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/support-local-musicwww.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111832056447688055</id><published>2005-06-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:02:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i find blogging exhausting. but i have to blog coz i would like to remind myself of how my days have been wisely (yea right) spent. Yea, so i'm gonna blog for my memory's sake. My memory disappoints me at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past week, i've been so busy. Don't get me wrong tho, i'm not complaining. Today has been the only day that i stayed home the whole day, so i'm gonna blog while i have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall start with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Had a reunion with Suhaila &amp; Hidayah. We watched Madagascar at Lido. Okay, the movie was funny lah, Hid &amp;amp; I were laughing so much at the beginning of the show. But i think it's really because of the 2 giggly girls behind us who started laffing the moment their asses touched the seats. The movie itself wasn't that great...okay for people who juz wanna watch a light-hearted movie, but it's not my kinda movie coz there's not much of a plot. We ate at Ayam Penyet Ria. Hid and Su's first time. I think i've brought almost all my close friends there, and they would all tell me that they loved it. The day ended with more walking and laughing and i saw this bag i really liked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom's youngest bro, my UNCLE was performing at a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Singapore Street Fest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gig at the Grange Road carpark opposite of Cineleisure and Youth Park. His performance was at 8 but he &amp; his wife fetched me at 5 and we went to town first. He had wanted to park his car at the Grange Rd carpark first so as to cut waiting time BUT his sweet, little, okay not so little, young niece ( ME lah) wanted to go to Far East Plaza to go buy a bag she really liked, so we ended up goin to Far East because of her. After buying that bag, we had dinner at Es Teler and guess what? I juz found out that Es Teler &amp;amp; Ayam Penyet Ria are both under the same owner. And then my uncle went to meet his friends first, while my aunt and i went shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, let's fast forward to the gig&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When we reached the Grange Road carpark, which i thought was an awesome place to hold gigs, we didn't see my uncle but saw his friends and went to sit with them. Only my UNCLE, his fren, Fira (whom my family calls Taupik coz he supposedly look like Taufik Batisah...haha), and this other guy called Ruslan were performing but alot of his friends from this music company he works with came to see them. Other than them, there weren't many people around, which was so disappointing coz there were two other shows goin on at Cineleisure and Youth Park simultaneoulsy. They played songs by Jimi Hendrix, Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. Oh you guys can catch them this Sunday at the same place, they're called Ziggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What i thought was cool though, was that a lot of these younger guys( 19, 20 yr-old ) knew my uncle ( 30 +), and a few of them came over to say hi and that they were performing. And i'm not talking bout those bands with MATS okay...i'm talking bout seriously talented and erm, quite cute guys. There's this band whose vocalist is from Philippines and my aunt told me that he's a Chef. He BAKES! He looks like a young Greg Uttsada, he sings in a PUNK band and he BAKES. How cool is that? His name is Bryan and my uncle and my aunt kept teasing him when he was performing and shouted "Brahim!"....Ngachok banget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hile walking back to the car, these 2 chinese guys came running after my uncle and scared the hell out of my aunt. They had just wanted to ask what guitar my uncle used and when he'll be performing again. My uncle also got a free Street Fest t-shirt which he gave to his beloved niece as a souvenir. YAYness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dun remember wat i did on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went out with Shahidah. First silly incident of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was in the train, Shahida was sposed to board the train at Dover. When we reached Dover, i didnt see her, so i stepped out called her and i waited outside the train. She told me she was inside the train which was gonna close the doors soon so i panicked and quickly told her to get out of the train and BOOM, i saw her got out of the train like as if she was thrown out! hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I bought new shoes!!!!! Not after this little girl wanted to pick up a fight with me for stealing her seat. She was so small and cute, but i needed to sit to try on the shoes. She them turned to me, frown and lifted her chubby hands. I juz stared at her like i would sumone my age. While Shahida stood beside me trying SO hard to stop herself from laughing, only to laugh even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I like to remember the good stuffs so i shall not blog about what a bad day it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, my uncle was performing again and my sister wanted to go so i left home at 8pm to town. Saw them perform, clapped loudly (wrongly even....they havent finished performing and i clapped! haha so malu.) and i saw this guy who was a junior in sec school...He was alone. I wanted to smile at him but he seemed like he wasn't interested in smiling back so i didn't. But i think quite a few girls had a crush on him coz he's supposedly quite cute. He seems very cool now that he's so much taller...plus, he was at a gig alone. That should say something bout his self-confidence. Meaning, he's unlike those guys who loves travelling around in herds and being a nuisance in the public. Note to guys: Travel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dat's all for now. I feel nauseous. I think i've been staring at the computer screen for too long. I wanna puke.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/10339383-111832056447688055?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111832056447688055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111832056447688055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111832056447688055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111832056447688055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-find-blogging-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111764296658474410</id><published>2005-06-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:47:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know what? I can really feel my fitness level improving! One thing's for sure, it's hard work. I've been pushing myself to workout 5 times a week which is something i never thought i could make myself do. Yesterday's Body Combat was great as usual! We had a wacky guest instructor and boy, you should see those muscles!! Did i mention the guest instructor is a lady?? I was afraid she's gonna be real fierce but she's turned out to be really lively and motivating. There were a few newbies too, including my sis. The class officially starts next week, so if any of you would like to join, its $98 for 12 lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been no plans to leave the house today until Aini called to ask me out. I missed her so much and it's been ages since we last met. So we met up and went to the Esplanade. She had kindly warned me to be slack and casual. I rarely see her in slack &amp; casual mode. We had plenty loads of fun taking pictures and hanging out on the Roof Terrace. There's now a garden kinda thing there, so we lied down on the grass. Serene sky ( no stars), great live music, beautiful breeze, we just let loose and chilled. We even took off our shoes and i taught her some steps from my Body Combat! Thank God it was dark. She's much older than me, but because she's smaller than me, i always feel so self-conscious. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/BLURskyline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Uniquely Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/BLURainFiz07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/BLURainFiz04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111764296658474410?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111764296658474410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111764296658474410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111764296658474410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111764296658474410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-know-what-i-can-really-feel-my_01.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111752565967755145</id><published>2005-05-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:51:11.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What made big-time computer company Dell think that putting three giggly girls on TV are going to attract people's attention and get them interested in buying their products? You're selling computers, not Barbie! Clearly, i'm not the target audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, i bought my uniform yesterday with Dee. It was crazy coz firstly, i couldn't decide on which colour i would most probably like to wear to school. There's 5 diff. colours for the top and 3 diff. colours for the bottom; skirt and pants. I already had a headache looking for shoes last week, and now my uniform too? It's been chaotic, what with the choosing of the colours and the size, and they were so MEAN! It'll do you no harm to be nice and tactful, you know? So i bought it all in a rush. I have to say tho, that the most comfortable piece of clothing i have for school, would be the PE Bermudas. i deliberately got it in a size bigger. i could sleep in it! Seeing that yesterday was also the first day of uniform sales, there was a LOT of people and some of these people may be my to-be classmates. Quite a few familiar faces actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So with a $100 worth of "shopping", Dee and i walked out of the school in the hot sun and got a cab almost instantaneously. And we thought, hey, it's our lucky day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The apek driver started to scold us for God-knows-what and when he saw our weird expressions, he started talkin bout how he's not a bad person. He's Weird! so all me and Dee could do was "oh...Eh?......ya....hmm...haha....". He talked non-stop bout his bank-manager daughters, the condo he lives in, his Goldlion outfit and how his friend told him he should be a cabinet minister. Seriously, he speaks as thought he's trying to imitate Lee Hsien Loong. "Problems are inevitable in this world". While i thought that was a rather interesting quote, the way he bullshitted non-stop only left me pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And did i mention that yesterday is the mother of all money wastage? MY money wastage that is. I took 3 diff cabs yesterday when i told myself to take the train. And all these just for a bag? I hate myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Body Combat in less than 5 hours!! i can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111752565967755145?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111752565967755145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111752565967755145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111752565967755145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111752565967755145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-made-big-time-computer-company.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111736277726323961</id><published>2005-05-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:12:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess who Shahida and i bumped into while shopping at Dorothy Perkins &amp; Topshop at Suntec? Charlie from High 5! She's my favourite High-Fiver coz she's so cute and sweet. haha. i can't believe myself. i don't even watch High 5 but i know their names and some of their songs. "Hide your eyes and count to 10, ready or not....im gonna find you again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teeheeee. Shahidah didn't even recognize her until i pointed it out. And it seemed like we were the only people in the shop who knew who she was. Something that took place after that totally affected our shopping trip, but i shall keep it between between Shahida and me *wink* 1, 2, 3, 4, High 5! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you people remember this lame teen malay show, Bara, last time? There was this guy who played a character called Ayie and is quite a good-looker. While Shahida and i were walkin outside Raffles City, we saw this guy in uniform standing beside a CISCO van. And guess who it was? It's that Ayie guy! Agaknya salah orang, but im positive it's him. i alerted Shahida and she was like "hey, he's cute..but who's he?". Soon after that, we saw someone who was a dead ringer for Ari Wibowo! And yeah, if you hadn't guessed it already, Shahida didn't knoe who that is either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyhooo, our outing on Friday had been a blast. We both bought something from Dorothy Perkins. I got this top that Shahidah made me try on. That was one top i never thought i could pull off but i'm glad i decided to try it on coz i LURRVE it. Cool green, kinda like teal. In fact, i might just get one more in orange or purple. I'm goin back there tomorrow to get a bag i reserved. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/fizashidalaff.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;laughing makes your eyes look small....so small....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/fizashida.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Average every day sane psycho..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one more day to Body Combat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111736277726323961?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111736277726323961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111736277726323961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111736277726323961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111736277726323961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-who-shahida-and-i-bumped-into.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111717423708262232</id><published>2005-05-27T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:13:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gavin DeGraw kicks ass! I'm gonna buy his album, Chariot. I will, I shall, I must! I fell in love ever since i first heard Follow Through a looong time ago. His voice is so husky &amp;amp; sexy. And his music's simple yet passionate and enlivening...heck, his music's awesome. Kinda like a livelier and edgier Matt Hales, but still with the piano. I'm enthralled. After Bo Bice sang I Don't Want to Be in the American Idols, im lovin' the song even more. Kinda disappointed that common-face, Carrie Underwood won instead of him. Oh well. Rezeki dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, where's my Chariot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rob Thomas on the other hand, is disappointing. He was doin well with Matchbox 20. And then suddenly i see him without his sexy curls and he's going " I don't wanna be lonely no more....". Rob, what are you doing shaking your butt like Ricky Martin in your vid?! tsk. Well, at least you're better at it than William Hung. I'll give you that :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Don't Want To Be - Gavin DeGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be anyone other than the birth of two souls in one&lt;br /&gt;Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one to notice?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please&lt;br /&gt;If you're not like this and that&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I came from the mountain, the crust of creation&lt;br /&gt;My whole situation made from clay to stone&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111717423708262232?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111717423708262232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111717423708262232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111717423708262232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111717423708262232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/gavin-degraw-kicks-ass-im-gonna-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111695284248043149</id><published>2005-05-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:07:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Heeaaaaarrrggggghhhhhhhh!!! Body Combat is so fun!! Exhausting, but awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Today, i went for my first Body Combat class at CDANS Country Club. It's so damn blurdy fun lor! The instructor is this pleasant guy and everybody else in the class was super-enthu. I was obviously the youngest, so those older ladies and some guys were like "It's gonna be very tiring but just think about having fun!" And it really was, have i mentioned that already? All the punching and jumping and kicking. I never knew i could kick that high! And the shouting is indeed a stress-reliever, for the stressed. For me, it was empowering. All the "HAAAAK!", "HEEYAAK!" and "HURGH!!". Unlike my previous Aerobics class, which made me feel like as if i was in P.E... In fact, P.E. was so much fun-er! And how could i forget, i got to wear my new trainers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not looking forward to the aching muscles but i'm psyched to attend the next class! In fact, im so excited to work out, i think im gonna go to the gym tomorrow. It's been a while since those people last saw my face, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"BODY COMBAT is a pre-choreographed Martial Arts based program focusing on endurance, flexibility and strength which is set to powerful and motivating music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BODY COMBAT combines elements of traditional Martial Arts including Tai Chi, Karate and Kick Boxing to give you a great overall workout. The legs are strengthened and toned through kicks and shuffles and the upper body is trained through a variety of punches, hand and elbow strikes and defensive moves. And the athletic style moves will give your abs a workout you wouldn’t believe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111695284248043149?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111695284248043149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111695284248043149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111695284248043149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111695284248043149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/heeaaaaarrrggggghhhhhhhh-body-combat.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111694756311360687</id><published>2005-05-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:12:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;My head hurts! My family &amp;amp; I went shopping for my shoes today. Trainers, for school. I've decided to get it early and use it once in a while so they won't look so BRAND NEW on my first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;So, we went from one shop to another and another and another. When i pointed at one i liked, my dad will go, "Too plain" or "Too flat" to another. I was getting so fed up, and my head was crying out for help from looking at gazillions of trainers. Nike, Adidas, Reebok, Asics, New Balance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, we finally agreed on a pair by Nike. It has a pink swoosh on the sides. I know, so typically Fiza to choose something with pink on it. The more i look at it and the more i try it on, the more i LOVE it. And then, i wanted to see how it will look like with a skirt so i took out my secondary school skirt from deep inside my wardrobe and put it on. I never realized how comfortable it was! So i ended up spending the rest of the night in my secondary school skirt and my new trainers. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111694756311360687?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111694756311360687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111694756311360687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111694756311360687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111694756311360687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-head-hurts-my-family-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111666910648447933</id><published>2005-05-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:09:59.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No matter how much older i get, how many times my computer has been rebooted, how many times i move house, how many people i meet, how many schools i've been to...I will never forget these songs. Don't ask why. When i can't find anything new to listen to, these are my top choice list of songs that i'll listen to. You should try listening to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mmm Mmm Mmm - Crash Test Dummies. remember that one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then there's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sex &amp; Candy - Marcy Playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Closing Time - Semisonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Clutch - Shea Seger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Virtual insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; - Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;House of Jealous Lovers - the Rapture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If anyone were to ask me what music genres i like in particular, i wouldn't have an answer. I'd rather not limit my choices in music. A lot of music artistes or bands find themselves classified/categorized under multiple genres/sub-genres, which is great coz it means wider selection for the masses...right?  No?  Take for instance, Gorillaz. Some say they're Hip-Hop &amp; Rap, while some say they're Indie Rock. i think they're out to confuse us, that's all. Gorillaz rock my world. The animated band, that is. Feel Good Inc, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also find that a lot of people choose the music they listen to, according to what they think (or they think others think) is cool or uncool which i find, ironically, uncool. Thus, the "What? You listen to ____?? EWW!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blurgh, screw them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to hate Dance/Electronic music because i thot onli "Ah Bengs &amp;amp; Ah Lians" listened to them. Not anymore. I like Electronic music, so sue me. But that doesn't stop me from listening to good old alternative/rock or any other types of music, for that matter. In fact, there are a lot of bands who play a fusion of electronic and rock. Can u hear the Hallelujah chorus? I can't, coz im Muslim :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then i hear people say, "It's not real music because they don't PLAY the instruments".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, dangdut anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teeeheeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111666910648447933?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111666910648447933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111666910648447933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111666910648447933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111666910648447933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-matter-how-much-older-i-get-how.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111644216772882225</id><published>2005-05-19T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:57:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna go back there...Tokyo's great! I have an advice though, do not just smile at anyone, even if ur just being friendly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Yours truly was taking a night stroll by herself near Ikebukuro. I was pretty confident at first, but when i bumped into this nice young lady who was also in the group, i decided to ask her along. So we walked, and walked and tried to NOT freeze to death beneath our layers of clothings. There were a lot of buildings and bright lights and funky Japanese people. We finally arrived at this particular park near our hotel that had a large empty, open area that was clearly built to hold regular outdoor events. There was a stage at one end, so that lady (i forgot her name..Sheila? Melissa? Charmaine?...nevermind) and i went to rest on the steps in front of the stage coz the benches along the sides were taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;And then we chatted for while. It was about 11pm i think. After a while, an ang moh guy walked past us while looking at us in a freaky way. Not perverted or retarded...but more mysterious. Partly coz he was dressed like Sherlock Holmes with his long coat and his hat. Only thing he lacked was a magnifying glass. Honestly speaking, i was kinda apprehensive coz the guy looked at us weird like if we did something wrong he's gonna call up his gang and beat us up to a pulp. (We saw a lot of those african-american guys at a few junctions at Ikebukuro and i was told that a lot of gang activities occured there.) So, nervous and not knowing what to do, i smiled. BAD MOVE. The guy smiled back and proceeded to stand at a corner and continued staring at us. I alerted my company and we bolted out of there immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I wonder what he was thinking? Surely couldn't have mistaken us for those kinda "girls" did he?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;We weren't dress sluttily enuff! In fact, i was a slob. But i dun think that's it...coz he didn't look like he had any perverted intentions at all. In fact, it felt like i was in a movie and a bad guy knew something i don't and he's been following me around, watching my every move. Ok Fiza, movie's over. time to sleep...Good Night er, morning everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111644216772882225?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111644216772882225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111644216772882225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111644216772882225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111644216772882225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-tokyo-i-wanna-go-back-there.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111643638416399791</id><published>2005-05-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:59:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;You know what? I miss my friends. It's true, I miss you people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I was at Jurong Point (again!) today. This was what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;After having a quick (okay, not so quick) dinner at Banquet, we walked out of Banquet and tried to make it through the heavy flow of people...and guess who i found hopping and skipping from afar, like a little bunny all excited and red coming my direction? SUHAILA! I didn't know what came over us but when she reached me and i saw her, we couldn't stop jumping and squealing. Like those girls we always made fun of. Weird. Heck, we've always been weird. Anyway, I couldn't control myself, i really missed her! When we finally came to our senses and sober-ized from the excitement, we ended with pleasantries and promised to hang out soon. Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After THAT, i bumped into Aishah! She was my classmate in Sec 1 &amp; 2. If there was anyone who KNEW me at my most selenge-est pre-teen phase, it's her. She's still the same, but when i bumped into her and talked to her, after soo long...It hit me real hard. I really miss my secondary school friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where are you people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;While we're still at "Friends", i'm making an effort to stay in touch with most, if not all, my friends. i think i've had enough of "alone" time. Solitude is great, but too much of it can drive u nuts. I'm really looking forward to lunch with Leah next week! Where's a good place...Any suggestions? Oh yeah, and Shahidah for her haircut tomoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"my best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are those who know the worst in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and love me enough not to mind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111643638416399791?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111643638416399791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111643638416399791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111643638416399791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111643638416399791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-know-what-i-miss-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111608833264434450</id><published>2005-05-14T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:32:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;What can i say? i get bored easily...Very easily. Hence, the change in my blog layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, i just got a haircut just now. I meant to wait, and get my hair cut at Far East Plaza tomorrow but i could no longer tolerate the weight and thickness of my hair. As i was getting myself ready to go out with Shahidah yesterday, i just sat in front of the mirror...wax in one hand, hairspray in the other and my mind went blank. My hair was too thick and too heavy to be styled. I HAD TO HAVE A HAIRCUT. (that explains why my self-confidence had been pretty low the past couple of weeks. Where's my Crowning Glory?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;So when my Mom suggested we went out for dinner, i suggested a visit to the salon. When we were at Jurong Point tho, all the hair salons were closed except for Jantzen. Damn. I was kinda looking forward to get my hair done at SandStorm. So i had no choice but to go to Jantzen and pray hard that Dino is working his shift tonight. Damn, he's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Unfriendly receptionist, staff using their phones openly while lounging merata tempat in the salon. If my principal had seen the state of the salon, she would've immediately pointed out what was wrong...EVERYTHING, except for the hairstylist who did my hair. I don't expect too much from them...i mean, they're not exactly Toni &amp; Guy but Jantzen is pretty reputable considering that they have quite a number of outlets islandwide. but the service i got was disappointing. ok ok, maybe its because it was half an hour to closing time and they're tired...but still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I need to shop...i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111608833264434450?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111608833264434450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111608833264434450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111608833264434450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111608833264434450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-can-i-say-i-get-bored-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111587258209123281</id><published>2005-05-12T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:06:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anna Wintour&lt;/span&gt;. Love her or hate her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She decided to finish her education at the age of 18 (my age!). In May 1997, she had revealed that her career had got off to a "shaky start" following that decision. But look where she is now. She's a woman of power in the fashion world. Just search for "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anna Wintour&lt;/span&gt;" in Yahoo! and you'll get so many articles on her. You'll also find that these articles speak of how &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;powerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she is, while others hate the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold-Hard Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So who is Anna Wintour, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anna Wintour&lt;/span&gt; was born on November 3, 1949 (6 days, 38 years earlier than my birthday!) in London, England. She is the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Editor-in-Chief&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magazine, a position she has held since 1988. A &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; staff had once said (i think his name is William Norwich), &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;''At &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; we worship one &lt;strong&gt;god&lt;/strong&gt;. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Anna Wintour&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whoa. Some people love her because she has the power to turn a nobody into a SOMEBODY. "She's a fashion goddess!", you'll hear them say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The book &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; was written about her except author, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lauren Weisenberg&lt;/span&gt; didn't actually use her name and the magazine Vogue. In the book, she's portrayed in a character named &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miranda Priestly&lt;/span&gt; -- the all-powerful editor of Runway magazine-- , and her poor assistant, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Andrea Sachs&lt;/span&gt;. Andrea's goal is to score a job with "The New Yorker" (that's a newspaper) and Miranda promises her a job, anywhere she wants if she can last a year at Runway. Little did she know that Miranda is the-boss-from-HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My first time reading the book, I hated Miranda to boot - despite being impressed by the amount of power she holds- and felt that Andrea was an idiot but i couldn't really relate to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After a stint last year though, i now know what it's like to work for a motherfreaking BITCH. or in my case, BITCHES. The kind where the only thing that keeps you going is an image of you giving her a Flying Kick, pulling off her hair and leaving her with bald patches, and swallowing her whole! Thank you, Ally Mcbeal :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A tribute to bosses from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----------&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While writing this post, my computer kept going crazy and i kept losing my almost-finished post. Damn it. BUT, i was determined to finish and publish this post even if i had to retype it repeatedly. This is for you, suckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111587258209123281?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111587258209123281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111587258209123281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111587258209123281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111587258209123281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/anna-wintour.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111570427374524896</id><published>2005-05-10T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:29:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My weekend was a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, i was out with Aishah. Have u been to the new Marina Square? It's not ready yet but it looks totally different! No longer "ULU". It's about time they had a makeover anyway, seeing that it's right beside the Esplanade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess where i spent my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; evening? I was at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NIGHT SAFARI&lt;/span&gt;! I've never been there before and that was my first time. Night Safari-virgin no more! I had so much fun, i felt like an 8 yr-old! When we first stepped in, there was this platform near the entrance where you could take a snapshot, using your own camera,with an &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Python&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serval&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a minimum donation of $5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there's a guy with a Python around his neck on the "stage" and another guy who collects the donation and stamp your hand. I was so excited to take a pic with the Python but my sister hates (read: fears) snakes. So while i was quequing she came to me and said, "Fiz, why don't you ask the guy to help you take the picture. I scared my hand shake!". And that guy heard her and said, "Tenang aja, tenang aja." The way he said that, i assumed he was Indonesian working at the Night Safari. And then i heard him talk to other tourists then the way he spoke to me...he thought MY SIS &amp; I were Indonesians! muahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rest of the trip was really super fun, the tram, the Creatures of The Night Show, the walk trails, the suspension bridge. However, if you really wanna enjoy yourself, don't go with someone yang tak reti nak diam, someone who's afraid of the dark, someone yang ngada-ngada, someone who's.....u get the drift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE THE NIGHT SAFARI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, i went to A LOT of Malay weddings. Been a long time since i last went to one. That Sunday however, was a relatively star-studded one. At one of the weddings, we saw a lot of old-skool singers including &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maria Bachok, Taufik Batisah's aunt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, do any of you people know this old rock band from the late 80s-early 90s, "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last-Minute&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You see, i've never actually heard any of their songs. At my grandma's old house, everytime i walk to into my uncle's room, there will be this big framed poster at the corner of the room. It's a poster of this old band "Last minute" and my uncle was the guitarist in the band. I didn't think much of it until last Sunday when i went to a wedding at Bukit Panjang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was at the wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; with my uncle, his wife, my grandma and my family. Then my uncle saw his old friend who came over to say hi to all of us. Then my mom asked,"Where's your wife?". And this vivacious lady came over and salam everyone in a "long time no see" manner. While all this was happening my sister was quietly narrating to poor, blur me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;: This guy was in the band together with Ucu (my uncle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Which band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;: Last-minute lah. Oh and that's his wife, Manisah. Don't pray-pray okay, last time she very popular....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;: Coz she was the vocalist of Last-Minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What?? You mean that's the lady in that poster ?? You mean Last-Minute was actually famous back then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;: Well, they were one of the well-knowned local rock bands last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: So, Ucu was also popular back then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still don't really know how famous they were. Then yesterday, my parents has the radio station "RIA" on and they played this old song. And my dad went, "Ah there..this is Last-Minute lah. U knoe that lady we met yesterday? That's her singing..." As i listened on, the DJ mentioned that this song is to be released in a new compilation CD &amp;amp; VCD (DVD?) karaoke. That's why they are having this Rock Singing Competition every week at TKC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahaha...my weekend was a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, i'm going out with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shahidah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111570427374524896?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111570427374524896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111570427374524896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111570427374524896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111570427374524896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-weekend-was-blast-friday-i-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111535162511240663</id><published>2005-05-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:28:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did anybody watch "UP CLOSE" last night on Channel News Asia?&lt;/span&gt; I still remember what that lady said about how when u spent too much time planning &amp; thinking about something, you'll be scared to jump in and take a risk. or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, watching that makes me miss my Debating days.&lt;/span&gt; Being in the school Debate Team was one of the memorable experiences from secondary school. I got to represent my school in all 3 rounds. (If not for biaseness on the organizer's part, we could've won that particular round, u suckers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Firstly, coz all who were in it were INVITED to join. There were only 11 of us, and we had debate pratice almost every single day with our Debate Coach, Mr Loke. This is one cool guy i tell you! He's crude and vulgar, he's loud &amp;amp; blatant and he's a good debate coach! He's hilarious but he's so mean that you hang on to anything good that comes out of his mouth. And when he praised me once, it really touched me and made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mr Loke, we miss you! We would stay in school and discuss &amp; talk &amp;amp; debate until the school attendant would come chasing after us, wanting to lock the school at 7pm. haha, and thanx to him...we got to meet up with his Japanese debating students, and got to meet people from all over the world during the World Debate Championships 2 years ago. i didn't really believe you could be good-looking AND smart until i went to that. (not trying to say im smart :P ) Maybe its coz all the good-looking (not so smart) were mingling wif the smart (not so good-looking) ones. gosh, there were Orlando Blooms and Elijah Woods and other cute actor &amp;amp; actress lookalikes. And all the diff. langs and accents. Did we feel left out? YOU BET...in our own country at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, i'm going out with Aishah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111535162511240663?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111535162511240663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111535162511240663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111535162511240663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111535162511240663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-anybody-watch-up-close-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111527393102761434</id><published>2005-05-05T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:26:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's raining!&lt;/span&gt; cool weather at last. but i still love the sun nonetheless. As hot and sweaty and melekit as u get, the bright Sun never fails to give a cheerful feel to the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think it's a growing trend to post Hate-Tags.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know of quite a few people whose blogs have been bombarded with Hate-Tags.&lt;/span&gt; Itulah kan orang-orang ni..terlebih masa sampai dah takda kerja menyusahkan hidup orang lain. What inspired the Hate-Tagger to say those things to the recipient, anyway? It cant all be the Hate-Tagger's fault, can it? Takkan takda ribut, takda angin tiba-tiba aje terasa nak memusnahkan ketenteraman orang lain, kenal atau tidak? They probabyl feel "menyampah"/"meluat" when reading the blog and feel tempted to say sinister things to hurt si Sang Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Dia punya suka lah dia nak cakap apa yang kau susah tu kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;However, the blogger shouldn't be so eager to get all defensive and start rebutting and counter-attacking si Sang Hate-Tagger. There might be truth in what si Sang Hate-Tagger said eventho it wasn't expressed in the most polite way. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe si Sang Blogger is really sombong in real life and has hurt feelings of many unsuspected acquaintances.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Some blog-readers were probabyly exasperated (or jealous?) to boot when si Sang Blogger tu kononnya, "bragging". Hmm, is it wrong to be happy with what you have? Maybe you can call it "Bragging" if you're forcing people to read your boastful posts in the blog...but i'm pretty sure most people read blogs out of their own accord. which simply means that you can leave the blog if you're not happy with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In other words, i can talk about Dewa as often as i want to and you can't stop me&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe i should start bragging about something and see if i get a Hate-Tag...to up the atmosphere of my blog, ya know? But i've nothing to brag about. No killer looks. No highflying job with bucketfuls of moolah (one day, insyaAllah. hehe). No Prada, no Gucci. but im thankful for what i already have. Great family, great friends. And im contented with the way my life is but im gonna work hard to make it even better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111527393102761434?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111527393102761434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111527393102761434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111527393102761434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111527393102761434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-raining-cool-weather-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111519073077387818</id><published>2005-05-04T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:12:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i know the Dewa Australian Tour was long over but i love this poster and im putting it up as the main image...For now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you want to see pix of Dewa's recent concert in melbourne, you can check out this guy's fotopage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasmanharis.fotopages.com"&gt;http://jasmanharis.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He also has pix of Sheila on 7 concert at the same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope he doesn't mind that i linked up his fotopage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111519073077387818?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111519073077387818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111519073077387818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111519073077387818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111519073077387818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-dewa-australian-tour-was-long.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111523241667418497</id><published>2005-05-04T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:27:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i can't seem to be able to fall sleep. i think sleeping and waking up early requires some kind of skill or talent that i lack. It takes a lot of effort to fall asleep and the it's the same thing when it comes towaking up. I gotta admit it...i'm no morning person but i luv early mornings precisely bcoz im rarely ever awake to relish the morning fresh air and the rising sun. This is gonna be really hard when i start school...I'm gonna have to wake up at like, 6 in the morning coz i take eons to get ready. 6?? boy this is gonna be tough. i didnt think it was anything to worry about until that day when i asked my granma y she never asked me along to the airport to fetch my aunt. She said, " Coz i know u can't wake up early, that's why i never asked".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C'mon, it cant be thaaaat bad? Well, i've realized that it IS that bad as my friends &amp;amp; family have never failed to make it clear to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Fiza, don't be late tau....i'll call u tmr morning and wake u up!" - said Friend A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I've set the alarm clockS for you. Remember to go to the bank tmr...don't be late!" -said Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok ok i'll deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as for now, i can't sleep and i've changed the video. Coz everytime i open up my blog, the video will start playing automatically and the guitar intro in the Foo Fighters vid is very the teramat memeranjatkan. So Fiza has changed the vid to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bjork's Oceania&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For the clueless ones, the "j" in Bjork is pronounced like a "y". Thank you very much. So please don't come to me and say, "Hey Fiza, that song by BJORK is really nice", like as if ur talking about some endangered bird i've yet to learn about. BJORK. hurhurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111523241667418497?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111523241667418497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111523241667418497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111523241667418497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111523241667418497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/help.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111512008586466910</id><published>2005-05-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:12:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok i just got back from Malaysia yesterday. and i managed to stabilise my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kampung was so super fun.&lt;/span&gt; my big family, my uncles, aunties, cousins and both my grandneneks were there. it was so jolly! my uncle cracked crazy jokes the whole time and everyone was laughing out loud sampai sakit perut. it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;didnt matter tho c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oz the neighbours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weren't close enuff to be able to hear &amp; complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on the 2nd night, there was a blackout and it was pitch black! but we placed candles all over the house and we survived. it was fun-er than the blackout in Singapore! haha..being in the middle of a blackout in HDB flats is one thing..but this time it was a blackout in a kampung that is surrounded by the forest, lots of trees, deserted little road and many noisy people. Thrilling indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We also went to KL&lt;/span&gt;...and everyone was so kecoh. We took the Monorail &amp;amp; the LRT and the Komuter. The Monorail was SO SCARY. it was like riding on a rollercoaster, the track was super narrow, and it was going so fast. I was so typically tourist with my digicam snappinng pictures whenever possible. The kecohness was mortifying but it made our trip memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What i hated about the trip tho, was the fact that out of so many days in a year, we had to be in KL on the 1st of May 2005. The day that PeterPan had a concert in Planet Hollywood KL at 4pm, and at the same time and place, the tix for the Dewa concert was being sold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So what's so bad about that?&lt;/span&gt; the fact that i was there in KL and i could actually go and at least get the tix....then it hit me, I'M NOT GOING TO THE CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was devastated when i first found out that i couldnt go. Got over it eventually. And now, im convincing myself that it's okay if i'm dun get to go to this concert. Then i watch the short video i took of their concert in Singapore and i feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, i brought home a great souvenir. This Malaysian mag, ROTTW. Dewa is on the cover! There's also a few page spread about their concert in Singapore and a magnificent poster of them. Bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(i had the soundest sleep at kampong. been a long time really..and no mosquito bites!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111512008586466910?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111512008586466910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111512008586466910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111512008586466910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111512008586466910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-i-just-got-back-from-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111468877034331509</id><published>2005-04-29T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:50:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. Ah..i dunno what to say, i dunno what to do. i should've prepared myself. what was i thinking? was i that naive? i should've sensed it. I may not be able to make it after all. im goin crazy juz thinking about it. this is unfair. this is so unfair. why? bloody fuck. urgh. i think im gonna quit blogging. There's no point. Bye people..this is probably the last you'll hear from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wait, u bitch why are you being so childish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no im not being childish...juz more emotional than the average. im emotionally unstable. and i never asked for it. damn. why? bloody hell. urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, get out of here. Now, i said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GO! GET OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111468877034331509?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111468877034331509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111468877034331509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111468877034331509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111468877034331509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111466560276013453</id><published>2005-04-29T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T13:41:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live At KL Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;28 May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; for thinking that I won't be going. I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; because i AM going. In fact, i'm going down to KL this weekend to get the limited tickets. Harap doakanlah agar perjalananku selamat. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Word of the day: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111466560276013453?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111466560276013453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111466560276013453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111466560276013453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111466560276013453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/dewalive-at-kl-tower28-may-20058pm.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111466650945188566</id><published>2005-04-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:24:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i-sha&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; Thank you so much for teman-ing me to the registration yesterday. I really appreciate it. Really. And the talk we had at the cafe was so enlightening. Now, how many people can you just sit down with and just continue talking for hours about anything under the sun? We weren't even talking about cute guys. It was all Politics. Wasn't it? *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shahidah&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; I had GREAT fun today being all "tai-tai"-ish while everyone else is either at work or school. The Ayam Penyet was really nice...and "30plus" is our secret, you hear me? I can't remember half the things were laughing about the whole day...but i do remember a lot of laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People...Holidays are coming. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don't worry bout me... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111466650945188566?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111466650945188566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111466650945188566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111466650945188566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111466650945188566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-sha-thank-you-so-much-for-teman-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111440714761137602</id><published>2005-04-25T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:41:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here's an advice&lt;/span&gt; for students who wants to ace the Malay language examination but are lazy to read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(disclaimer: At your own risk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listen more to songs by Indonesian Bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;During my O level year,&lt;/span&gt; i had to sit for a Mock Malay Paper. As usual, there's that section where they provide you with a word and you're supposed to create a sentence with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unfortunately, my Malay writing ain't the best around and this section has always been one of my weakest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was reading thru the section and one of the words given was "Sejenak". If you listen to Sheila On 7, you'd know that they use this word quite a lot in their songs. I was so excited coz i actually knew what it meant and was able to create a perfect sentence!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and, surprise suprise! When we got back that paper, my sentence was the MODEL sentence. Can u believe it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You can choose to not believe me but, im confident enuff to say that my malay writing skills improved and was very much influenced by the music i was and still is listening too. I think the Indonesian language is a bit more refined. The songs inspired me to be more expressive in my compositions. However, i only got an A2 for my O levels. So if you wanna get an A1, i suggest you do some reading as well. And oh, how can i forget...Lots of practice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(If you wanna do well in English, READ. There's no escaping that...READ, READ, READ...it's great coz u get to choose books that YOU like. So get on with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A lot of people say that Indonesian modern music is as good as International standard..which is why you see a lot of them performing in Australia, America, Europe &amp; Japan. And i couldn't agree more. In fact, i think they're at a standard of their own. The music is beautiful &amp;amp; deep. They pay detailed attention to the music arrangement, beautiful orchestration and they're unafraid to be experimental. There's a song for almost everything and the "Love" theme has been potrayed in so many different ways that there's no getting enough of "love". Ok that's it...im getting carried away. I'll continue tomorrow. There's almost no stopping me once i start talking about Indon bands...really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(i wish i could show you the music video for this song. it's Breathtaking...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Padi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Di manakah aku kini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kau bawa aku melintasi tempat yang tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh tubuhku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mengapakah engkau kini masih membisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tak kunjung bicara padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, ceritakanlah padaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apa yang mengeruhkan hati dan jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tolonglah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kau tuntunkan aku lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agar ragaku menyatu bersama isi jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Penuntun jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luruskanlah hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seandainya aku tahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apa yang akan terjadi nanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aku masih terus melayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bersandingkan langit Hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Masih melayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Terus melayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111440714761137602?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111440714761137602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111440714761137602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111440714761137602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111440714761137602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/heres-advice-for-students-who-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111427044563369384</id><published>2005-04-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:23:21.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need i say more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PDA.&lt;/span&gt; public display of affection. u know, i've always told myself to be open-minded. Singaporeans are often too uptight &amp; conservative...so a little PDA is tolerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after a particular incident in the train on the way home today, I feel that people who perform PDAs should realize that more often than not, their erm..behaviour tend to make the people around them feel uncomfortable. i mean honestly, what do u expect us to do? Watch? er..no thank you. And it doesn't help AT ALL, that the lighting in MRTs are so damn freaking bright AND that they were hugging &amp;amp; nuzzling each other while leaning on the freaking pole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was out&lt;/span&gt; with Shidah juz now. Was at her place then we were off to the big Liu Lian, The Esplanade and took a lot of pictures. But hey, we weren't the only ones. There were like two other groups near us also taking pictures non-stop. With digicam obviously. Hail Digicam. So i guess that corner can officially be named "Camera-Whores Corner". Had lots of fun with her...in fact, sometimes i forget that we're cousins. HEY....Shidah....we're cousins!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think i'm&lt;/span&gt; addicted to Iced Milo. Is that bad?...i think it is, because of high sugar content even tho i barely add any sugar. Seriously tho, i can not eat the whole day and juz have 1 or 2 cups of Iced Milo. Im a freak. I knew it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I suck at HTML. i need help...juz look at the PEOPLE &amp;amp; ARCHIVES boxes at the side. can u see that something is wrong? well, u bet it's screwed up and i dunno how to fix it. so to my friends who hav asked me to link them up and cant see the link, im so sorry. im gonna try and do something abt it okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Posesif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt; Naif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ku ingin tau, kau harus mau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ku ingin kau begitu agar kau tau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jadilah engkau milikku selalu .. utuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tanpa tersentuh .. cuma aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bila ku mati, kau juga mati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Walau tak ada cinta sehidup semati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jadilah engkau milikku selalu .. utuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tanpa tersentuh .. cuma aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mengapa aku begini .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jangan kau mempertanyakan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bila ku mati, kau juga mati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Walau tak ada cinta, sehidup semati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111427044563369384?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111427044563369384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111427044563369384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111427044563369384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111427044563369384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/need-i-say-more.html' title='need i say more?'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111416367160349842</id><published>2005-04-22T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:31:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani, why do you have to be such a fuckin genius?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why do you have to write such good songs? Wait, they're not even good! Blurgh...they're &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stupendously Marvellous&lt;/span&gt;. I hate you coz i go head over heels everytime i listen to your music. And you Once (pronounced On-chur; silent r), why do you have such great vocals huh? Why, you tell me! Not only are you a good vocalist....you're also a qualified lawyer?? Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And people who know me would know that i don't like to praise anything or anyone too much. I hate you Ahmad Dhani, coz u started this band called Dewa. And i hate this band coz they always make me do just that. Praise you non-stop. You think it's fun?? huh? u think i like praising u and keep telling my friends to listen to you? You think it's easy for me to wanna play your Cd over &amp;amp; over again in the morning?? Easier said that done. It's such torture singing along and jumping along to the infectious beats. And it's not just ONE album. you just had to have 7 albums. What have i done to make you do this to me? Why?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love Dewa&lt;/span&gt;. (for the lost ones, Dewa is a renowned &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt; Band.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To my friends, pls click on the following link and watch this video by this wretchedly favourite band of mine. &lt;a href="http://www.indonewschannel.com/DewaSayapPatah.php"&gt;http://www.indonewschannel.com/DewaSayapPatah.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And don't you dare question my choice of music. You hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayap-Sayap Patah &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sayangku ku mohon tetap disini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Temani jasadku, yang belum mati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rohku melayang, tak kembali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bila kau pun pergi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meninggalkan yang terbaik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bagi kita semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ku coba kembangkan sayap patahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Tuk terbang tinggi lagi diangkasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Melayang melukis langit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Merangkai awan awan mendung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ciptaan: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani&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/10339383-111416367160349842?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111416367160349842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111416367160349842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111416367160349842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111416367160349842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahmad-dhani-why-do-you-have-to-be-such_22.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111407934512769124</id><published>2005-04-22T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:54:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i managed to edit the main image. Sadly tho, it left behind an unsightly patch on the lady's hair. So i decided to place the title of my blog at the exact same spot. and tadaa....what do u get? An absolutely remarkably bad cover-up job. well done fiza! hey at least it beats having the words "Getty Image" on the lady's orange bushy hair. maybe her name is getty....Getty &amp; Betty. Getty &amp;amp; Betty at the jetty....waiting for Hetty. haha. i think i had too much iced milo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh.. masih ada Belenggu ruang cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meresap kini di dinding zaman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mencoba - coba kikis naluri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agitasi murahan yang ada lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mohon acuhkan Palingkan muka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh.. memang dunia Buramkan satu logika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seolah - olah hidup kita ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hanya ternilai sebatas rupiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dengarkan manusia yang terasah falsafah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sesaat katanya itu bukan dogma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cukup Siti Nurbaya - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111407934512769124?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111407934512769124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111407934512769124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111407934512769124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111407934512769124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-managed-to-edit-main-image.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111410329352076210</id><published>2005-04-22T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:20:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys with facial hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one post before i try to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; I was looking thru some music videos and stumbled upon Foo Fighter's -Times Like These-. i still remember the first time i watched the vid a looonngg time ago in this cab which had tv. However, my fave vid of theirs will always be -Learn to Fly-. it is hilarious to the core and dave still looked young and clean then. you have to check it out....he acted as the lembut cabin crew and the heeeuuggggeee lady who couldnt fit into her seat and this teenage girl who wore braces. i wonder if kurt cobain would succumb to such atrocity if he was still alive and do the same for nirvana. highly doubt it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; i put up -Times Like These- video on the blog. Watch it and then say after me, "Dave Grohl is the sexiest man alive." Especially in the -Walking after you- video. Just think about it, not many guys can carry off a moustache as well as him! i guess taylor hawkins (the drummer) realized soonafter that it worked for dave so he grew facial hair too..and SWOoOoOoNNNN!!! ok ok fine, "Dave Grohl &amp; Taylor Hawkins are the sexiest men alive".....for now. Constantine's catching up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i spose there's just something about guys with facial hair.&lt;/span&gt; especially cute guys with the GOATEEE. another swoon...haha. c'mon gurls, there has got to be at least ONCE when a guy caught ur attention bcoz of the sexiness that was oozing out of his erm...goatie. im serious! look at Marcell. Marcell with goatie &amp;amp; Marcell without goatie. which would u prefer?? of course it's gotta be him with the goatie! but hey, not all guys can pull it off. Look at Once, pronounced On-Chur with silent R, of Dewa. He looks awesome all clean and shaved. Now imagine him with facial hair.....AAAAAHHHH!!! ya ampun...so the very not sexy one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok enuff about guys &amp;amp; facial hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't you think Taylor Hawkins is a dead ringer for Kurt Cobain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111410329352076210?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111410329352076210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111410329352076210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111410329352076210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111410329352076210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/guys-with-facial-hair.html' title='guys with facial hair.'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111405431064074119</id><published>2005-04-22T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:00:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U knoe what? I think this is IT....i can juz feel it. This is THE blog skin. As said by Suhaila, "Fiza, it is so you. Pls don't change it". I thot that was sweet coz i happened to really like this blogskin. Then she juz had to add, "You wanna knoe what i think of Fiza?". She said i was annoying &amp; scary coz i scold ppl a lot. NOT TRUE ok. i may be a little annoying but i do not scold ppl a lot. she's just joking, of course. (u better be!!) coz everyone knows how irritating &amp;amp; scary she is! (j/kidding...u ppl can still take jokes rite?) Haha...Suhaila, juz admit it. ur jealous of my blogskin! :-P dun worry i won't hate you! u can come and look as often as u like. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok back to the blog skin, i think the colours are perfect. Big space for the posts, black bckgrd, funky colours. yyayyy! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then the main image juz had to have the words "Getty Image" proudly sitting at the top!&lt;/span&gt; *sigh* im gonna do something about it of course. Not yet...but i will. U guys are juz gonna hav to deal with it for now. And wen i say "u guys"...i was really talking bout me. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fiza, deal with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111405431064074119?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111405431064074119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111405431064074119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111405431064074119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111405431064074119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/u-knoe-what-i-think-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111405891089413936</id><published>2005-04-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:22:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was watching Amazing Race juz now...&lt;/span&gt;i think dis is one of my fave episodes. If onli Brian &amp; Greg's still in the race! Anyway, in today's leg of the race, Meredith &amp;amp; Grecthen was named the oldest couple to have gone that far in the race!! They were the Fourth to arrive, right before Lynn &amp; Alex who were surprisingly last. Wow im so proud of Meredith &amp;amp; Gretchen..i think they're really sweet &amp; cool. They've been the underdogs yet never gave up even tho' their stuffs got confiscated last time and Meredith had to make do with carrying his stuffs in a garbage bag, and that's after Gretchen fell while in the cave and injured her head and had to continue the race with a bandaged head! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You go grandatuk &amp;amp; grand-nenek!! i may not be ur grandcucu but im stil proud of u! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uchenna &amp; Joyce chose to do the Fast-Forward.&lt;/span&gt; After such a long journey, they found out that their task was to get their head shaved! Uchenna was already bald so it was up to Joyce who had thick long hair. I expected her to say no like the Models/Couple group did last season...but she didnt! She said, "Let's do it!". It was so heart-wrenching!...she covered her face and cried &amp;amp; her husband kept saying "i'm sorry". lucky for her tho', she looks nice bald. i guess its coz she's african-american. What people will do for money, huh? nonetheless, im impressed by her gung-ho-ness (got such word or not)...ok her enthusiasm and spontaneity, unlike that couple in the last season. Go joyce! Finally Rob &amp; Amber are not in the first place. They were Third. HAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then before amazing race,&lt;/span&gt; there was Eye for a Guy 2. it's so much better than the first season with that cinonet (pronounced: chee-no-net) gurl. so tak lawa. mcm lah fiza tu lawa sgt BUT as a viewer it is my obligation to also be critic. i didnt watch it at all lah but it was obviously a flop! EFAG 2 is far better. Better gurl, and better guys. At first i thot Shan was the best lookin...but by then of the show, i liked Howard the best coz of his personality. Surprise...so did Denise. if i could vote off 2, i'd vote off Jeff (cocky tak kenal tempat) &amp;amp; james (tak kenal tempat). james was so WEIRD!! like....hello are you okay? it was obvious then that they put him in the show as a joke. no wonder he was rated no.10 out of the 10 guys. and it was so funny when that one guy tried to impress Denise Keller and said he listens to Depeche Mode..but he pronounced it wrongly...&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dee-pah-chee&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA. watever lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, checked out other ppl's blogs and i think mine is so under par. I'd say it's due to lack of experience. I wrote my first official post in January 2005! (check out Archives.) it's probably gonna be worse when i start school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goin out with Shahidah tomorrow, i knoe im supposed to go sumwhere on Friday but it's currently not in remembrance, then Shidah on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have nothing to wear.................................&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/10339383-111405891089413936?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111405891089413936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111405891089413936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111405891089413936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111405891089413936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-watching-amazing-race-juz-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111398046455616646</id><published>2005-04-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:51:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you believe it? It's going to be the end of April..and then it's goodbye April and Hello May. That's incredibly fast! I still have some leftover New Year's spirit in me that makes me wanna pop up to an unsuspecting stranger down bukit batok and go "Happy New Year!!!" and spray those ribbon thingy. And i still have the biggest urge to scream "Happy New Year!!" at the top of my lungs when i hear somebody counting down...Like say, an aerobics instructor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Now to your left.....6..5..4..3..2 and..1..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ME: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey..maybe i should try it out and see the various reactions..haha. man i missed April Fool's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, if u've been checking out my blog the past week (i highly doubt it)...u'll realize how many umpteen times i changed my blogskins and the links. Im juz gonna stick to this one for now coz its the closest i can find to "not bad". I have a problem tho..im no blog expert so im pretty clueless with all these HTML &amp;amp; links (im practically immune to them). Can somebody explain to me why in the world is my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Archive&lt;/span&gt; link so damn freaking small? Anybody?......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111398046455616646?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111398046455616646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111398046455616646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111398046455616646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111398046455616646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year?'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111397089907426242</id><published>2005-04-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:07:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To my friends who are reading this , i'll be starting school on 20th June. i thot i'd juz type it here so i dun have to repeat it each time i bump into sumone. I'm goin to Clementi Ite. yeah, SURPRISE! im going to Ite. i have to say its a very tough decision to make. It took me a year! I'm glad i made it, though. I have been getting quite a number of weird if not negative responses from some people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hey Fiza, so what are you doin now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fiza&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'll be going to Clementi Ite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person A&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (trying really hard not to let mouth drop open to the floor and settled for "a little&lt;br /&gt;shocked" but still remained cool) Really? How come? Do you really not have other&lt;br /&gt;options? Are you sure you wanna do this? But why? You can go poly what...eh i&lt;br /&gt;heard that school got a lot of Minahs u knoe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person B&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(silence......) Oh. (silence....)That's cool. (silence....) ok...good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person C&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHAATTT????? Are you crazy??? You want to go ITE??? WHY????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course i also get very encouraging responses. And i really appreciate it. My family have been very supportive from the start. I've talked to my close friends about this over &amp; over again. The only reason why a lot of us think that ITE is a so-called "bad" place to go is because when we were in Secondary school, being in the 2nd Express class meant that we were supposed to aim to continue our studies in JC or Polytechnics, which was what most did of course. So the teachers would go, "Class, if you pass your O levels, you can go to the JC or Poly of your choice. But if you fail badly then the only choice you have is (with ominous background music...jeng jeng jeng) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You see? Ite was pretty much a taboo issue. Nobody speaks of it unless they're threatening someone who's not working hard for their Os. That also explains why i knoe NUTS about life in ITE. I hav friends who failed their Os but would never go to ITE no matter what. I got the hint that it's coz its gonna affect their reputation and "social status". You knoe....those uppetty people with noses higher than the sky? yeah..well, if ur so good you wouldnt have failed ur Os in the first place. and as for the mat &amp;amp; minah issue. well...lets juz say im keeping my mind open. They're still human after all. Even though a lot of my frens voiced their worries for me "Fiza, what if u turn into a minah"...haha. I heard somewhere that Clementi Ite's reportedly known as a "Chic Heaven". Fiza, get ready to be an outcast :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For your information, i did NOT fail my Os. i admit im not the most studious in my class where people dun care whether u pass or not, but it was how many distinctions you got that matters. However, i did lack a credit. And so the courses offered to me were the ones i weren't interested in. So instead i took up Hairstyling!! i went to a hairstyling school in town for about 6 mnths. It was also like a salon so we got customers to practise on. mainly tai tais &amp;amp; expats...imagine the tips we got! ooh yeah! i got to go to posh seminars, fashion show, schmooze with who's who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok ppl, stay tuned to find out more about my experience in ITE! &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/10339383-111397089907426242?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111397089907426242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111397089907426242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111397089907426242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111397089907426242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-my-friends-who-are-reading-this-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111235193541170250</id><published>2005-04-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:39:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am still experimenting with new blog skins and whatever bullshit. This blog is all screwed up right now so...yeah...what do they usually put it as? Oh yeah....&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Under Construction&lt;/span&gt;. Watever....juz dun stay around here , will ya? Go away and come back later...or not at all. Peace. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go..........SHOO.....&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/10339383-111235193541170250?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111235193541170250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111235193541170250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111235193541170250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111235193541170250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-still-experimenting-with-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111227702273280666</id><published>2005-04-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:39:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update blog regularly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've decided that i should try blogging as much as possible so that i can keep track of what i've been doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its entering April and if u ask me what i've been doing this yr...i'll tell u i went to the Dewa concert. i dun really remember doin a lot of stuffs....but i dun really remember being bored and staying at home, doin nothing either. So what HAVE i been doing?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111227702273280666?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111227702273280666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111227702273280666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111227702273280666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111227702273280666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-blog-regularly.html' title='update blog regularly'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111227931205718124</id><published>2005-03-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:19:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today had been rather interesting.&lt;/span&gt; i was supposed to meet up with my sister's friends from Brunei at Paya Lebar and catch BhumiBand at the Konsert Hanyut. The thing is after the concert she wants me to go my way and so she can go off with the Bruneians. So i asked some friends out but most of 'em cant make it coz&lt;br /&gt;a) gotta study for exams&lt;br /&gt;b) outta town&lt;br /&gt;c)parents not too happy bout them goin out in the evening&lt;br /&gt;d)yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im not free, so many people ask me out....but when i ask them out, no one seems to be free. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isn't it ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So let's see,&lt;/span&gt; Shidah had to babysit at the last min. Suhaila, parents. And then i asked Aini, who then told me she's goin to JB with Helmi and wants to gimme tix to the Fashion Fest @ The Tent on the same day. Great! Not only is everyone too busy to go out with me, i now have tix to go to see a fashion show AND no one to go with. But hey lucky me, Kak Sarah msged me in time and told me that she could make it. It's cool coz we're both in fashion and stuff. (She can be a model herself, if not for the fact that we both talk alot and are very down-to-earth...i wouldn't have dreamed of asking her coz its gonna make me feel super self-conscious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, yay!&lt;/span&gt; Im goin to the fashion show after all! What to wear? Gosh i dun even wanna think about it....even tho i felt good about what i was wearing. i still felt that Chinoiserie was kinda passe. i was juz afraid that sumone might come up to me and say "Chinese New Year is over, dah-ling..." But i wore it anyway right? the eff with what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i was all dressed up,&lt;/span&gt; met Aini to pick up tix, went to Paya Lebar to meet my sis. And then rushed off to Ngee Ann City to meet up with Kak Sarah who was late! The fashion show started at 6 but we got into The Tent at bout 6.30. So we got to catch FCUK but missed Versus. After that we left the Tent and decided to go somewhere to grab a bite. While walking slowly to Pacific Plaza, we saw the frontman of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Disagree&lt;/span&gt; (the Malaysian band that did Crumbs)...Kak Sarah suggested taking a picture with him coz i brought my DigiCam but we were pretty hesitant. Yadayadayada....the guy's probably a mile away by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was all talk &amp; shop..and more talk &amp;amp; shop. Tired &amp;amp; sleepy....&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;home sweet home.&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/10339383-111227931205718124?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111227931205718124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111227931205718124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111227931205718124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111227931205718124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/03/fashion-fest.html' title='Fashion Fest'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-111018152879899783</id><published>2005-03-08T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:45:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bosan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and im getting tired of blogging. dun ask me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;got a lot of interesting things to talk about..things that has happened...but i cant be bothered to type 'em out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u can check out my fotopage &lt;a href="http://purpleflower.fotopages.com"&gt;http://purpleflower.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-111018152879899783?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/111018152879899783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=111018152879899783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111018152879899783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/111018152879899783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/03/bosan.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110961804174407997</id><published>2005-03-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:10:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa: Atas Nama Cinta 2005 (Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have never been so awestruck in my whole life. (or have i?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've so much to say about this "singapore-history-textbook"-worthy day but i'll talk about the concert first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the gates were finally opened, I was the FIRST person to step into the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fort Canning Park&lt;/span&gt;. I proudly made my way to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VIP&lt;/span&gt; enclosed section and strutted straight to the front. I was right in front of the stage (behind the barrier)...juz me alone and the stage. My heart pounded like mad...this is it, I 'm goin to see, listen, feel &amp; witness &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;live right in front of my eyes...LITERALLY. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the other fans started coming in and killed the moment. HAH. btw..it was super humid and cloudy. In the meanwhile the three of us, my sis, me &amp;amp; suhaily sat down...conserving our energy for later. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sarah Sechan&lt;/span&gt; then came on to hype up the crowd by gettin ppl to ans qns to win free tshirts. Fyi, i won one. Cool &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; tshirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later this local band called &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aegyptie&lt;/span&gt; came on. Didn't really know who they were but they were not bad. We were standing right in front and there were these huge speakers lined-up in front of the stage and the music was super loud so u can imagine how my eardrums were crying out for help. The crowd - lackadaisical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bhumi band&lt;/span&gt;...only one thing to say, super irritating back-up singers. Crowd a little hyped up...also kinda pissed coz DEWA not out yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then...the moment we've been waiting for! The magnifcent &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWA&lt;/span&gt; finally came on stage.WOW! They walked humbly up on to the stage...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHMAD DHANI&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANDRA&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YUKE&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TYO&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Their first song was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roman Picisan&lt;/span&gt; which is a beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blew me away. After i sang along of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then one song, and another.....all literally rocked my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno which song i enjoyed the most coz i loved them all...like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Matahari Bintang Bulan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dua Sejoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Separuh Nafas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pupus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kosong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PANGERAN CINTA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That one swept me off my feet..I had a fabulous time. Did i mention that it rained?...Twice? And that this was an outdoor gig? Go figure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The finale song was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arjuna&lt;/span&gt; after which the whole band line-up in front of the stage and bowed. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ill remember this day forever. i've never been so awestruck by anyone. I've never actually come upon someone i m highly impressed by......&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He started the band in 1986 after which they changed names, the music they played, the members. Yet after much perseverance &amp; determination..he is now highly recognized for his music. And he's now a very successful millionare in Indonesia with a gorgeous wife &amp;amp; three adorable kids. Not forgetting he wrote almost all the songs not only for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; 's 7 albums but other artistes as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani&lt;/span&gt;...you're worth my every WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And not forgetting that their vocalist, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once &lt;/span&gt;(pronounced On-Chur) was actually a lawyer who decided to join &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; as a vocalist instead and will be setting up his own law firm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took awesome close-up pics of 'em..will link up the pictures on this page. Not now though..coz im tired and very pissed off with the stupid SingPass. Effing SingPass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110961804174407997?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110961804174407997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110961804174407997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110961804174407997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110961804174407997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/03/dewa-atas-nama-cinta-2005-singapore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110880406056574227</id><published>2005-02-20T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:18:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sang Pangeran Cinta!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow...APM was great. I finally got to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; perform LIVE!! Wow...im telling u i've never been that excited before. While the people around me were screaming for Siti Nurhaliza and some singers i dun really knoe...I juz couldnt wait to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not that i don't support Siti Nurhaliza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c'mon people....This is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; we're talking about! The Music Geniuses from Indonesia! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AHMAD DHANI&lt;/span&gt;! Can u believe it? Most of the people around us didn't even know who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; was! When the presenter was going to give out the "Anugerah Khas APM" (an award for musicians who have contributed ALOT to the music industry), i knew it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt; the moment she mentioned it's a group from Indonesia. This award probably meant nothing to them coz they've won thousands of other awards like that. They've been around for 19 years and their songs are pure magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Have ever loved a song so much that every time you listen to it, it just touches your heart and soul and all you can do is close your eyes and feel it? Well that's the effect they have on me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, the presenter was goin on about this "kelompok" or band and how much they've contributed to the music industry..but still not revealing the name of the band. My body was already shaking and my heart was pounding so fast it was gonna pop out. Then BOOM! Their faces came on the large screens...people still had no idea who they were but i juz couldnt hold back my adrenaline rush! I shouted "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;!!" while everyone else was quiet....hahaha that was hilarious. People turned to look at me like i was some crazy woman. Well, everybody was juz sitting still..not even clapping! In Indonesia, the reaction from the crowd would've been more happening! So i HAD to show my support even if i was the only one. My sister too, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then they came on stage to take their award! WOW....i was awe-struck. That's THEM...on stage..right in front of my eyes! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWA&lt;/span&gt;. They sure are "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dewa&lt;/span&gt;"s to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Fast Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then it was their turn to perform...they performed "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pangeran Cinta&lt;/span&gt;" &amp; "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pupus&lt;/span&gt;"...it was beautiful. Even my mom agreed! Mas Dhani, Once, Tyo, Andra &amp;amp; Yuke...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWA&lt;/span&gt;. My support for you will never die! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Rest of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was pretty okay. Although usually, we would expect the young teenagers to be the rowdier ones...u knoe, screaming unnecessarily..juz making lots of noise. However, last night, the rowdy ones were the old people...people as old as my parents! Older, in fact! It was exasperating. At least i onli shouted when Dewa was on stage..but they were shouting &amp; screaming non-stop...challenging each other. People from the back, and people in my row...all supposed "mature adults". It was quite amusing at first..but it got to my nerves eventually. But its okay..i let it all out when Dewa were performing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Bhumi Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bhumi Band&lt;/span&gt; did Singapore really proud. They were really good and won 3 awards...a first for Singapore, i think. They're performance was impressive. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONGRATS BHUMI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BAND&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a great time. How could i not? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dewa &amp;amp; Bhumi band in one night! &lt;/span&gt;and to top it off i got to take a picture with Awi Rafael :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And guess what? That's not the end of it...there's the concert next Sunday. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWA &amp;amp; BHUMI BAND! CAN'T WAIT! &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/10339383-110880406056574227?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110880406056574227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110880406056574227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110880406056574227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110880406056574227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/02/sang-pangeran-cinta-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110857457686531878</id><published>2005-02-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:17:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pangeran Cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That last post was uncalled for. PMS lah people....understand-derstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lah k. Anyway..im excited coz im goin to APM tomorrow. Im finally goin to get to see Dewa perform LIVE! okay details...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;APM - Anugerah Planet Muzik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I knoe there are probably people (people i know a.k.a certain friends of mine) thinking that this event is "pathetic" coz it is so "malay". Well if u dun like it then shut ur trap coz i never asked for your opinion. I happen to be proud to be a malay despite the catastrophic invasion of the double "m"s....mats n minahs dat is but that's another complicated issue i'd like to stay away from.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The main reason why i'm goin is to support &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;. So, doesnt matter if i don't really know the other celebrities who are going to be there. oh and another band i'm gonna support is this local band "Bhumi Band"..i think they're quite good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm also goin to their concert next Sunday at Fort Canning Green. Can't wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, i know im goin to get over it soon. This happens to me alot...i get so hyped up &amp;amp; excited and can't stop thinking bout it. Then when i finally get over it...it'll be like it never happened and i never cared if it did. Haha..like last year's LP gig. Gosh...i'm not a HEEUUGGEE LP fan lah ok..but a few days after da gig i was still all hyped up over them and spent over $20 on their Live in Texas CD. $20...boy, was i regretting it a week after that. $20.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a great time today at the airport with Shahidah. 'Cept for the part where she blames me for making her choke on her Vanilla Cappucino when i told an "untimely joke". Honestly, i didnt think it would be that funny! She was taking a sip..i made a comment...when she suddenly started coughing really bad and her body was shaking and she was covering her face which was so obviously red and her eyes were tearing. And she started grabbing the napkins on the table and covering her mouth like she was gonna puke. I PANICKED LIKE HELL! After more coughs and tears...she actually continued laughing. And i was like, "eh..are u okay?? Im so sorry! I didn't think it would be that funny!..." *Sigh* Oh well...at least she's fine now..THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110857457686531878?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110857457686531878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110857457686531878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110857457686531878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110857457686531878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/02/pangeran-cinta-that-last-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110849227593285852</id><published>2005-02-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:17:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am so tired of the world.&lt;/span&gt; So tired of life...of humankind..of the animosity. Sometimes i wish i can just stop living this disguisting world and just live for God. It makes me sick. I'm feeling sick. What's gotten into me? Must be pms-ing. *sigh* i dunno y but i leave the house and i get disguisted every time a human walk past. Then i realise that im human too. At that moment, my heart will start beating fast, my mind...blank. My guts want out. Disguist. Humans....i get all nervous when i'm around them. You never know what they'll do to you. Sometimes i just wanna run somewhere safe and curl up. Be safe. From what? I don't know...But do such a place still exist on this place we call Earth?....every inch of the earth has been kissed by Vulnerability. You just never know....never....know. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Allahuakbar&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/10339383-110849227593285852?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110849227593285852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110849227593285852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110849227593285852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110849227593285852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-so-tired-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110780046302026213</id><published>2005-02-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:16:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So much has happened!&lt;/span&gt; anyway, i haven't been up&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=dating" target="_blank"&gt;dating&lt;/a&gt; my blog coz my comp was down..still is actually. Basically...SO MUCH has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Retail Therapy&lt;/span&gt;. Purchased lots of merchandise for moi. Gorgeous shoes..*swoon* Finally got an iPod mini. A &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; one ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to this concert by my former school's concert band. nothing interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also went to this gig over the weekend at the Esplanade, "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MOCCA &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/span&gt;"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, im a LIVE music enthusiast. Jazz, Bossa Nova, Indie, Electronica....music basically. Where there's good live music, chances are that's where i'll be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Live music-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, that's not the point. I was at the gig right....then i saw &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;!!! OMG....i was juz talking to my sis bout &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani (about him later)&lt;/span&gt;..and then i saw &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;! haha..i was excited...im not gonna mention WHO &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is though..na'ah. Now, what in the world do i SEE in him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ahmad Dhani &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is of course, the super-talented guy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, i luv Indo bands-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Otherwise known as &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dhani Manaf. &lt;/span&gt;He has his own production house, and he writes almost all their songs. And he's married with 3 children...haha. But the point is he is an &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;inspirational figure&lt;/span&gt;. To know more about him and the band, feel free to check out &lt;a href="http://www.dewa19.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;www.dewa19.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They're having a concert here at the end of the month. Of Course i've bought the tix! They're awesome. Did i tell u that the band itself is a year older than me? haha..yep they are. They've been around for 19 years. Long Live &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dewa&lt;/span&gt;! Their latest hit is &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Pangeran Cinta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. Go check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110780046302026213?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110780046302026213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110780046302026213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110780046302026213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110780046302026213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/02/waaahhh_08.html' title='waaahhh'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110662417361758588</id><published>2005-01-26T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:15:31.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey..here's one more post before i go out...i've inserted a video on the right&gt;&gt;! For now, its &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand's *Take Me Out*.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110662417361758588?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110662417361758588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110662417361758588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110662417361758588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110662417361758588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/01/latest-update.html' title='latest update..'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110661992023841998</id><published>2005-01-26T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:14:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;good morning, Singapore!&lt;/span&gt; wow i woke up extra early today....without even trying! woohoo...wat an achievement. *rolleyes* Muaha. FYI, im not schooling nor working. So im pretty much free most of the time. Im excited coz im goin bugdet shopping later with Shahidah. i hope i can find really good steals coz i am so freaking BROKE. at the same time, im in urgent need of a new top, jeans, bag and shoes....preferably a pair of heels coz i broke the other one. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I shouldn't be here right now..&lt;/span&gt;i should be cleaning up the house! See that's the thing bout me. Im a procrastinater. I've been denying it for a while but i've decided to face the truth and do something about it. To my friends, sorry im always late. I'm working on it..really. To my sis, i'll try and stop saying "Nanti.." everytime you ask me to do something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I know i am 24 days late&lt;/span&gt;, but i have some stuffs to say bout the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt;. I think 2005 will be the year where i will be doin a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*family-bonding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, with my cousins, my sister, my parents, my grannies, aunts, uncles...hopefully, i will also be doin some catching up with my old friends. Friends from my primary &amp;amp; secondary school, my hairstyling school...man, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss my friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aini&lt;/span&gt;, if you're reading this...we have to catch up soon! I met Aini while i was a hairstyling student at Orchard Hotel last year. There is a Spa beside our school that belongs to National Swimmer, Leslie Kwok and Aini was a Customer Service Officer there. Ever since then, we've been pretty good friends. Initially, i was keen on getting to knoe her coz she had a pretty cute manager. Imagine how excited i was when i finally found out his name! Muaha..but nah, i was over him in a week. It was super-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and i never fail to&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; CRINGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everytime i think bout it! Muaha...speaking of crushes, i'm gonna talk bout weird crushes i've had in my next post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CRINGE-WORTHY!!&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/10339383-110661992023841998?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110661992023841998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110661992023841998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110661992023841998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110661992023841998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-much.html' title='too much.'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110655821953675162</id><published>2005-01-25T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:12:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a monday! continuation frm prev post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;okay..&lt;/span&gt;the reason why i didnt start a blog sooner: i didn't like the idea of sharing my personal life with the whole world. Also, people may claim that they are not judgemental...but the truth is, everybody makes judgements all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was afraid...&lt;/span&gt;yes, i admit it...i was afraid that when somebody stumbles upon my blog they might go "ohmyGod can't ur blog get more ugly/boring/pathetic than this?!" and then i realised, i never cared MUCH about what people say bout me in real life, so why worry now right? i mean, hello, the blog is MINE after all and i shall have it however i want it. It's most important that *I* like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Besides,&lt;/span&gt; i dun hav to talk bout my personal life everytime juz coz most bloggers do...i can talk bout other things too. Now that im getting the hang of it, im actually starting to like it...So I really hope you enjoy this! And when I said &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I really meant &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*I*&lt;/span&gt;. So eat my shorts =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110655821953675162?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110655821953675162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110655821953675162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110655821953675162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110655821953675162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-monday-continuation-frm-prev-post.html' title='it&apos;s a monday! continuation frm prev post....'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110656646986018306</id><published>2005-01-25T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:51:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosquito bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How do i get rid of mosquito bites?? They're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;itchy, ugly and plain annoying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I juz came bck from kampung on Sunday and man, those mosquitoes sure have a HEEUGE appetite. It's still itching after all the scrubbing and what was probably a whole tub of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mopiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! I feel like i juz came out from an episode of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, can somebody teach me how to add those wishlist stuffs on my blog? oh and how do i add some music? So complicated lah all these html and whatever shit..im practically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IMMUNE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to all this stuffs..they gimme a headache. That's what friends are for anyway..whatever gives me a headache, i let my frens handle for me. Muaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Here's a shoutout to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;, even tho i did up this blog all by myself..still wanna thank you for helping me out when i first stepped into the world of blogging! You're the best, bro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;woohoo...wah dah pandai tukar colour seh orang tu! u knoe....mayb i should start another blog wer i write EVERYTHING in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MALAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hah amek kau!! it'll take me half a day to write a post and it'll take you a whole day to decipher! Dun worry, i'll save u the agony. More importantly, i'll save &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt; the agony. Muaha..but dun get me wrong, my Malay is not THAT bad...but it aint that good either...Hey, what u laffing at??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339383-110656646986018306?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110656646986018306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110656646986018306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110656646986018306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110656646986018306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mosquito-bites.html' title='mosquito bites'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10339383.post-110646527441690396</id><published>2005-01-24T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:11:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom killed the cat..and the rat...and...OMG its coming this way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;/span&gt; lemme present to u, my first official blog post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Am i excited? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. Am i delighted? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt; Am i crazy? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all the time.....&lt;/span&gt;but above all, Am i bored? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and i'm tired of being bored...so that's why i'm here. with a blog. hah. a Blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i never had&lt;/span&gt; a thing against blogs but i never had a thing for it either, tho i know some people with super-awesome ones. I've read a lot of blogs, some got me hooked with their supposed life stories, some were not very impressive. There were also a few that belonged to people who probably didn't have much of a life to talk about so they talk bout other peoples' life and you can't help but wonder if its you they're talking bout. The rest are mostly neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now then,&lt;/span&gt; why am i only starting a blog now? that shall be in my next post...&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/10339383-110646527441690396?l=kerazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/feeds/110646527441690396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339383&amp;postID=110646527441690396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110646527441690396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339383/posts/default/110646527441690396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerazee.blogspot.com/2005/01/boredom-killed-catand-ratandomg-its.html' title='Boredom killed the cat..and the rat...and...OMG its coming this way!'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
