<?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-6091110</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:36:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended Depression</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetic Equation ...~!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-110470427052008890</id><published>2005-01-03T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T06:17:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The perpectual monotonous throb of your heart. Eye lids starts to heavy, your fingers and hands starts to shake. That is when u know that your medication starts kicking in. For the past few weeks i have been taking medications to sleep because i have too much to think about that i can never have my eye shut and my mind at ease. That is not the wierd part. When i get myself to sleep, i keep having</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110470427052008890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110470427052008890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2005/01/perpectual-monotonous-throb-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-110406832998638411</id><published>2004-12-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:38:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>''when will the light ever fall from the sky''recently my head is being flooded with alot of wisdom from a number of important people in my life. namely my band members and family.i learn dat you don get smart by reading but by experiance... experiance not from the positive one by the kind that make u fall and brings u back up again... money is not important but it is a need.. food makes u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110406832998638411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110406832998638411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-will-light-ever-fall-from-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-110320234461381667</id><published>2004-12-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:05:44.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Culture Shock..~i always tout werking was as simple as going to the market but guess what, with all the politics and the back stabbing going on its like a game that only allows u to have a single life. thats the down side of working. when i started working the only thing in my mind was experiance. i want to observe adults with different understanding to life go thru 12 hours of each day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110320234461381667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110320234461381667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/12/culture-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-110070880890719896</id><published>2004-11-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:26:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Its A Dog Eat Dog World !!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110070880890719896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110070880890719896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-dog-eat-dog-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-110038459290439138</id><published>2004-11-14T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T06:23:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : aircon blasting with cool airThinking of : forgiveness.. what does it mean?Mood: mix feelingswell another month of ramadan have just gone by in flash. when it first begain, everyone was anxious for hari raya to arrive, in a blink of half an eye it gone by us like it was nobody's buisness. i am baffled due to the fact that i can never make 'The Good Month' a time where i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110038459290439138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/110038459290439138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/11/listening-to-aircon-blasting-with-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109684441964188213</id><published>2004-10-04T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T07:00:19.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Ricky Martin - Cup Of LifeThinking of : 10 mins to schoolMood: nervous''do you really want it?''after my shower i enter my room to change into my school uniform. my usual routine is to swith on a song i dowloaded the night before. the song was ricky martin - cup of life. the irony about the song is, when i was thinking about passing my N levels the song started and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109684441964188213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109684441964188213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/10/listening-to-ricky-martin-cup-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109637010870392957</id><published>2004-09-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:15:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Azan from tv 1Thinking of : dirty dianaMood: stress'kalau farez masok poly 500 i give u'A2 for english. i did not expect this. i really hope that my N level will be as good as this one for all my subjects.uncle din, cik mel, mummy, daddy, kakak, uncle zul... all this adults are the same. they stress that education is important and i would like to that them for doing this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109637010870392957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109637010870392957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-azan-from-tv-1-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109621967380926852</id><published>2004-09-27T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T01:27:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I once came from an express class. At that time I did not feel or understand how the students from the other streams were being treated by schoolmates and teachers alike. Now since i am in a N(a) stream, i can see the treatment that is being given to the lower classes are abit unjust.Exp: When attire checks are being conducted, usually, the teachers will be lenient towards the students in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109621967380926852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109621967380926852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-once-came-from-express-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109620982351756454</id><published>2004-09-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:43:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to :Thinking of :Mood:Colour of the day:  http://public.fotki.com/greatchallenge/the_great_challenge/HaaAaAa!!!! wat a wonderful weekend.. i love it.. tanks to all the people tat are going to be listed below..manajiddidi(kotai)farizuncle dincik melazimazrilshafiekakak natsmamzdadzand certainly definately must have in my list of people iscant tell u =Pto dat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109620982351756454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109620982351756454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-thinking-of-mood-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109594433151545456</id><published>2004-09-23T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:40:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : killing me softly.. veri softly on channel 5.. singapore idolThinking of : nasuhaMood:-'hahah bangla werk like dis'if you were being given the chance to werk as a foreign worker would u do it? i wouldnt but i certainly had to. i was forced to clean up the drain in school because i did not attend my CIP when i was suppose to.. huahaha.. i am just lazy. but i did enjoyed it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109594433151545456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109594433151545456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-killing-me-softly.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109586719903231175</id><published>2004-09-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:50:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Madness - One Step BeyondThinking of : your daughter kick my dawgMood: tierd''you know damn right''wow !! i just realise dat i am going to be 20 in 4 years time.. well all of us will sooner or later but for now i shall try my best to enjoy the last remaining years of my teenage hoodfewh!! my prelims just have ended and the real war is going to commence within 2 weeks and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109586719903231175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109586719903231175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-madness-one-step-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109444593065749454</id><published>2004-09-06T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:28:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : dont noe.. some malay song tat is on the radioThinking of : listening compre at 2.. and nasuha.. worry worry worryMood: worriedi tout 5th september would be another boring birthday for me. To tell you the truth i only had one special bday during my pri skool years. Dat was when on my 12th birth day.. the consegative years was just like any normal day.. come home.. sleep.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109444593065749454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109444593065749454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-dont-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-109214345355809816</id><published>2004-08-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:10:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the irritating beeping of my handphone.. need to chargeThinking of : i am so confuse..Mood: twistedColour of the day: black and whiteIf only life is in black and white where u can see reasons for things to happen. Sometimes i don understand why must something happen without a reason.Period.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109214345355809816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/109214345355809816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/08/listening-to-irritating-beeping-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108963742683551337</id><published>2004-07-12T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:03:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Aquabats - Red SweaterThinking of : equationsMood: calm..panic..arGhHh!!Colour of the day: black2+2=4.. I wish life is as simple as dat.. maybe it is.. i am just looking at it the other way round.. =422+.. tat is how my equation is.. hectic.. not in order.. i need to construct myself.. first i need to draw out wat my weak points.. den maybe we will try and delete those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108963742683551337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108963742683551337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/07/listening-to-aquabats-red-sweater.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108920821214568862</id><published>2004-07-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:50:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the fan.. spinning Thinking of : time..  Mood: mix feelingsColour of the day: white'OoOoo!! When i went down to the woods today'Time.. a year feels like a month.. a month a week.. a week a day.. a day an hour... an hour a second.. time flys..in a few mths time N level.. O level.. my frens will be out of skool.. i am left alone.. shadow.. my frens.. bz i guess.. making</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108920821214568862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108920821214568862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/07/listening-to-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108878800762961228</id><published>2004-07-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T01:06:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : tears rolling down cheeks.. voices in my head.. growling in my tummyThinking of : the mistakeMood: sad..Colour of the day: graynot a single bye, not even a smile i carved for youi wanted to hear u say u love me tooi walk with stake through my heartto tell u wat i was tinking, i don't know whattat kind of look on my facebitter toughts i know u can tastei know how u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108878800762961228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108878800762961228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/07/listening-to-tears-rolling-down-cheeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108869816198334533</id><published>2004-07-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:09:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Fariz and Nasuha voice.. crappingThinking of : How naive people can get..Mood: excited..Colour of the day: yellow..My only love, sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknow, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to meThat i must love a loathed enemy.Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108869816198334533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108869816198334533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/07/listening-to-fariz-and-nasuha-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108852021313753340</id><published>2004-06-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:43:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the air conThinking of : how i spelled jealous in my previous post.. wuahahahaha!!Mood: WuarGhHhh!! N Levels!! Wurgh!! New Computer!!Colour of the day: blackWell time flys.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108852021313753340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108852021313753340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/06/listening-to-air-con-thinking-of-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108814305595573848</id><published>2004-06-25T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:57:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Channel I AdvertsThinking of : Blank.. Brain Damage..Mood: Blank.. Mood Damage..Colour of the day: Blank - Jelousy -Jelouse. Why? I cant explain. u should be tied up in my shoes to understand. its easy for people to say its to tiny a matter to be jelouse about but u don hav the slightest clue. i tried to explain but u don seem to want to understand.Ego.Ego. EgoIgnore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108814305595573848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108814305595573848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/06/listening-to-channel-i-adverts.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108780250367031205</id><published>2004-06-21T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T15:21:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Finch - What It Is To BurnThinking of : What To Burn..Mood: HyperColour of the day: Black- Beep Lek Ah Beep -Hahhh..~ The power of word. People can kill just because of the tounge. Tounge not a word. Tounge loose thy light, Moon take thy flight. The iron tounge struck twelve. Some of the sentence i can remember about tounge. Violence is not everything but sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108780250367031205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108780250367031205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/06/listening-to-finch-what-it-is-to-burn.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108748219447210220</id><published>2004-06-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:23:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Avenged Sevenfold - Desecrate Through ReveranceThinking of : How Can I Improve MyselfMood: CalmColour of the day: Red- What Is Wrong With You -    2 weeks thru the holidays. Time flys. Why cant i stop the time and track down what i hav done wrong and proper them? Why cant i rewind and mend the broken pieces of my life? Why cant i say 'lets stop and take it from the top'? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108748219447210220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108748219447210220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/06/listening-to-avenged-sevenfold.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108494997522039702</id><published>2004-05-19T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:59:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Sick OnThe Bus - ArtificialThinking of : How unsupportive people can get..Mood: frustrated.. dissapointed..Colour of the day: ----Hiazz.. i got a job so that each time i go out with her i hav cash and she discourage me by saying that i werk 4 hours and i get 20 is too little.. i gonna tell her to not ask me for any.. i am veri frustrated..i assume no one read my blog.. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108494997522039702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108494997522039702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/05/listening-to-sick-onthe-bus-artificial.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108299493058963923</id><published>2004-04-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:59:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : perkele - valdetes konungThinking of :  cabot or not to cabot...Mood: -Colour of the day: -Argh!! hate skool.. i don learn anything in skool..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108299493058963923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108299493058963923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-perkele-valdetes-konung.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108273969199518684</id><published>2004-04-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:05:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : perkele - valdetes konungThinking of :  tomorrow!! tomorrow!! i love yeah tomorrow!!Mood: tomorrowish Colour of the day: black!!wUarGhhCAbot skool again.. y?reason on letter            Dear Teacher,                      My son, Mohd Farez Bin Mohd Najid was absent on 21 and 22 April 2004 because he is having sore eyes. He did not visit the doctor because the doctor did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108273969199518684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108273969199518684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-perkele-valdetes-konung_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108264953025688189</id><published>2004-04-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:02:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : -Thinking of :  -Mood: -Colour of the day: - WuArgHH!!! 2 days cabot skoool!!first day at home sleep like mad cow..second day got ct hall buy ticket.. wEeE!!cannot wait for sat.. hmmm i just wish i can wish for the time to past..btw.. i cabot skool not becoz i am lazy..i just hate the people in skool...they are either having pms or mean..and most of them ah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108264953025688189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108264953025688189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-thinking-of-mood-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108195789242145985</id><published>2004-04-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T23:55:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : CSIThinking of :  the nurseMood: sickColour of the day: --- I am Still SICK!!!visit the doctor twice this week.. but!! Weeee!! i get to observe the nurse i am having a crush on!! i just notice that each time i visit the doctor.. she is the one explaining to me about what i hav to do..so exiting!!to bad she too old for me and i am too chicken to tell her how beautiful</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108195789242145985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108195789242145985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-csi-thinking-of-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108173984930505191</id><published>2004-04-12T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:21:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : oopss.. i just farted..Thinking of :  migrane (is that how u spell it), how to thinkMood: headache.. sick..Colour of the day: blue.. as in sick blue...ArgHhhhHHhhhHhH!!! my head hurts.. i can hear and feel my pulse.. duk duk duk duk duk..i am at home.. sick.. didnt go to skool.. dis few days i hav been out.. so that is the reason y i hav not blog..on thursday...~ the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108173984930505191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108173984930505191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-oopss.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108169445177170332</id><published>2004-04-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:44:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : yaya singing akustaticThinking of :  ----- ---- -----  --- i dono ah...Mood: yayaisticColour of the day: green.. colour of the seafariz swim with us.. fariz plz swim...new song by SITTtierd ah.. talking to the choclate icecream on the phone.. see uuuu!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108169445177170332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108169445177170332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-yaya-singing-akustatic.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108104292296398112</id><published>2004-04-04T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:45:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Tok Crew - Chi Chi MonThinking of :  the sevenssssssMood: rugbyfied !! Colour of the day: black..Going to sevens.. getting ready now.. weEeE!! i am wishing that some all blacks player got injured and than they will call me down to play.. heheee!!SITT Short for stuck in the toilet...my new band name.. wEeE!!we actually cracked our brain to think of a band name such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108104292296398112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108104292296398112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-tok-crew-chi-chi-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108083308795873515</id><published>2004-04-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:28:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : micheal jakson private parts.. i mean home videos..Thinking of :  -Mood: -Colour of the day: -I Mohd Farez Bin Mohd Najid a.k.a Beep Declare Adi As My Idol.. he is my idol firstly because he is smart..cute as a baby's butt...and he is funny like errr...  i dono but he is farnny..Adi..~ WeEe!! maybe u should set up a fan site.. and the only member is me..!! Next!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108083308795873515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108083308795873515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/04/listening-to-micheal-jakson-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-10806315841820898</id><published>2004-03-30T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T15:29:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Thunder... Lightning.. some experiment gone wrong..??Thinking of :  the experiment that went rongMood: errrr.. i dono..Colour of the day: dark blue.. purple.. white flashes.. pink??  Ahhh..~ wat a day.. i am so glad all u people tag me.. wEeE!! all of u will always be in my heart..  ok..~ see u guys soon.. this saturday maybe i am coming..cheer u guys on..who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/10806315841820898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/10806315841820898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/03/listening-to-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-108011610901093906</id><published>2004-03-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:18:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the fan Thinking of :  food.. mader ask buy fish.. yaya.. the eye.. hw.. lit..Mood: i dono..Colour of the day: purple.. becoz got purple sticks for PEHaizz.. i forget my paswerd and user name.. hahahha.. thats y never log in.. now remember already because i was looking thru my books when i accidentaly stumble upon my passwerd and user name.. now i am back here wher ei belong!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108011610901093906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/108011610901093906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/03/listening-to-fan-thinking-of-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107763550122793808</id><published>2004-02-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:14:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : listen to lovely talking on the foneThinking of :  of her..Mood: ok ok.. now happy talking to yayaColour of the day: dono..talking to yaya now.. byeeee!! see u ppl..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107763550122793808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107763550122793808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/02/listening-to-listen-to-lovely-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107754256620237684</id><published>2004-02-23T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:27:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : The White Stripes - seven nation armyThinking of :  my cute lil sissy.. lovely and my bassMood: strangeColour of the day: no colour of the dayWuARgHh!! dis the third time i am doing dis becos my computer hang half way.. so frustrated..today was boring.. it was at its lowest of lows.. mahhh gawwdd.. after recess was social studies.. and there came mdm square face.. she was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107754256620237684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107754256620237684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/02/listening-to-white-stripes-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107745650737348976</id><published>2004-02-22T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:31:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the fan.. the wind from the fan.. the key board.. the computer.. my heart and iner voiceThinking of :  lovely.. Mood: - wish i was dead.. wats that mood callColour of the day: - when u r dead.. colour dosent matter..haizz.. i guess the only way i can let my feelings out is here.. and maybe by blogging.. people would read.. and people would understand wats my situations.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107745650737348976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107745650737348976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/02/listening-to-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107528852640302238</id><published>2004-01-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T19:17:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : the coral - dreaming of yaya... hahaha.. dreaming of uThinking of :  yaya.. and stupid nazi..Mood: freedom!!Colour of the day: black and red..Been bz lately. hahaks.. with skool and sleep and food.. the usual.. hahakss.. hmmm.. i hv been reading afew books on the Holocaust and it has inspire me to come up with this : Twigs and leaves crushed under his bare foot, passing trees</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107528852640302238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107528852640302238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-coral-dreaming-of-yaya.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107460850978157085</id><published>2004-01-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:23:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : A Global Threat - My NeighbourThinking of :  Yaya..Mood: ArgHh!!Colour of the day: BlackHATE MY SISTER!! ARGH!!!Miss yaya alot..~ *hugss* *kiss* *mUaCkX*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107460850978157085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107460850978157085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-global-threat-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107443107829612575</id><published>2004-01-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:06:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : dono wat ah on tvThinking of :  yaya..Mood: yayaColour of the day: yayatodaee got blaja ugamer.. than do test.. after that meet my dearie dearie.. hehee!! go out.. long john eat.. go bugis.. than go home.. dono wat to write.. doing hw.. hehee~ *-* yAya &amp; bEep *-* ~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107443107829612575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107443107829612575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-dono-wat-ah-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107435278241760177</id><published>2004-01-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:21:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Shootings from band of bradersThinking of :  YAYA!! WHERE R U!! WuArgh =..( miss u..~Mood: Miss Yaya..sooo mood.. yaya (a new mood for me)Colour of the day: ahhh..~ yaya Colour..!! WeEee!!yaya...yaya...yaya....yaya...yaya..yaya...yaya...yaya...yaya....yaya...yaya...yaya..yaya...yaya...yaya...yaya....yaya...yaya...yaya..yaya...yaya...yaya...yaya....yaya...yaya...yaya..yaya...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107435278241760177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107435278241760177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-shootings-from-band-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107408551783502005</id><published>2004-01-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:07:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Yaya peh fav song.. Sixpence none the richer - Kiss MeThinking of :  HER LAR!!!Mood: ArgHh!! miss her sooo muchColour of the day: colour of yaya.. dono wat colour she is.. but her colour ah.. heheeeWuArgH!! today i botak!! wEeEe hmmm.. came back home.. call my yaya.. talk to her until 4+ than i go sleep.. haizz.. cannot sleep think of her.. but than i remember i bought vcd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107408551783502005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107408551783502005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-yaya-peh-fav-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107404191621779569</id><published>2004-01-14T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T09:02:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Chattering of people in computer lab in my stupid skool!!Thinking of :  Yaya..~ Food..~ Argh..~ dono..Mood: No idea.. i think boredColour of the day: blueHmmm.. yester i didnt blog much becoz i was too tierd. now i want to log wat happen  yesterday. after skool i went by hong kah to visit my dear fren salleh.. and also yan and dok... they are veri funny.. salleh wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107404191621779569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107404191621779569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-chattering-of-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107400725565657246</id><published>2004-01-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:22:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Dono who ah..~ samah adah inside radio..Thinking of :  Yaya...~Mood: Happy!! ShalalaaaaHhh..~!!!Colour of the day: dono ah.. no coloursWuAhHahAha!!! Miss yaya alot!! Hmmm..~  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107400725565657246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107400725565657246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-dono-who-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107391269629315156</id><published>2004-01-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:05:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : 98 Mute - Another Boring DayThinking of :  Yaya..~ HaizzZ.. love her..~Mood: Romantic..Bored..Colour of the day: BrownWuaRgHhHhH!!! This Will Be Fresh for me!! ArGhh!! wEeEeE!! i am going to blog again. i stop blogging becoz i cant be bothered and i hate the people who read my blog. hmm.. now i don hate them anymore.. soo i am going to move my fingers around and hav a lil fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107391269629315156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107391269629315156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-98-mute-another-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-107004305067321261</id><published>2003-11-29T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T02:44:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're totally evil. When you wake up in themorning and look in the mirror you say, 'I'mgonna be evil today!' You know you're evil andyou love it.Click hereto become an evil vampire.*How evil are you?* brought to you by QuizillaThis is me..~ How bout u?? TRY IT!! Now adays i will always take quizes becoz my life to sucky to tell everyone about it..Romantic movie! You probably won't star in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107004305067321261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/107004305067321261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/youre-totally-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106994852788078002</id><published>2003-11-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:55:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't have to deal with depression. You're notdepressed... ever. Don't you ever feel likeyou're wasting your time by taking thesequizzes? How do you deal with your depression? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106994852788078002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106994852788078002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-dont-have-to-deal-with-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106984642720949507</id><published>2003-11-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T19:33:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : System Of A DownThinking of :  Tomorrow..Mood: SickColour of the day: -WeEeEe!!! hari raya is over..~ haizz.. i am sick.. with flu.. my nose is running.. sheesh.. hate it.. hmm..~ going out hari raya tmorrow..~ see u guys around next time.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106984642720949507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106984642720949507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-system-of-down-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106967243372881454</id><published>2003-11-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:09:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Takbir Hari RayeThinking of : Hari Raya Mood: Mix FeelingsColour of the day: GreenAhHhHh...~!!! Another month of fasting hav fust past us... slamat hari raya pada semua..~!!! kalau beep buat salah pat korang maaf kan lar beep..~ maklom lar beep nie nakal sikit.. maaf kan eh..~ slamat raye!!!Hari Raye!!! WeEeEe!!! tommorrow is?? u guessed it right..~ Hari Raye.. the day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106967243372881454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106967243372881454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-takbir-hari-raye-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106956704063474884</id><published>2003-11-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T13:57:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Some Nashid My Dad Switched OnThinking of :  Food!! Money!!Mood: No idea wats my mood todayColour of the day: Green (for money)WooopEeeEeE!!! 2 Days more to a full pocket.. my house is like a 'fun' house..~ colourful and a sore eye..~ blue,gree,yellow,blue,green,yellow,gold,black,blue,green,yellow and blue... sooooo many colours to see..~ but sheesh i hate the cleaning up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106956704063474884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106956704063474884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-some-nashid-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106951750809231331</id><published>2003-11-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T00:12:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : Janet Jackson - Dosen't Really MatterThinking of : Stupid Natasha!!! ArghHh!! hate her hate him..~!!Mood: Angry..~Colour of the day: Black,Red And PurpleArGhHh!! Don take my frens away from me lar..~ i am really angry with sham..~ really.. why cant he find his own fren..~ why must he hav my frens..~ sheesh..~ haizz..~ don hav the mood to log anything in today..~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106951750809231331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106951750809231331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-janet-jackson-dosent.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106944037645484182</id><published>2003-11-22T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T02:55:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : The Bodysnatchers - Ruder Than YouThinking of : Nura,Sheila,Baby,Erin,Zul,Wank,Naim,Sham,Natasha..~ sooo on..Mood: Bad..~!!Colour of the day: BlackHaizzz..~ wat a boring day for me..~ had counseling..~ hmm talked about self appearance.. izzit that important..?? hmm..~i really don't no...~ really.. But I to belief that when u look good u feel good..~ but I don..~ no matter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106944037645484182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106944037645484182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-bodysnatchers-ruder-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106935275021604665</id><published>2003-11-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T02:37:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to : AntiFlag - A New Kind Of ArmyThinking of : Freedom of choice             Sit my butt on my black 'stool' staring into the computer typing typing typing... ear piece stuck to my left ear taped to my face.. listening to chattering of 'chimps' on the other line..~ just don seem like a day to talk with my frens today..~ sheesh wat aday..~ i really dont noe y i am not in the mood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106935275021604665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106935275021604665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/listening-to-antiflag-new-kind-of-army.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106915097830538210</id><published>2003-11-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:25:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wish i could be with u all the timeu know me and the other guys don rhymemy head crashes on the rocksi am hidden in a boxmixed up from here on endshould kill myself thansound of death calls meur voice needs melife of butter i shall call itmelting beneth the sunsoft and gooeyno where to run...Hmmm..~ is my poem ok? it poped up in my mind when i sat my self on the bus.. sheesh.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106915097830538210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106915097830538210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/wish-i-could-be-with-u-all-time-u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091110.post-106908151096645167</id><published>2003-11-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:47:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm..~ life?? what is it anyway?? a creation of god?? after sex?? i really don understand what it is but i am going thru it.. life..~ what is it??Every morning, I feel the breezeThe sun washes over me..The sound of water, the crashing seaIs it only me..that feels aliveIts all ahead on me'Cause it feels so right..Jus open your eyes and see that..Life is beautiful So beautiful to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106908151096645167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091110/posts/default/106908151096645167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyklonb.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Suddenly`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08306052543940173782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
