<?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-8040177919784346358</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:19:34.886-07:00</updated><category term='happy bdae Q&apos;sandre alfaren =)'/><category term='massive headbanging + new friends+ HXC + heavy music + moshpits = hell load of fun :D'/><category term='And i was born to tell you i love you'/><category term='Atleast we&apos;re both looking up at the same moon.'/><category term='I threw away the past to have a better future with you'/><category term='happy new year =D'/><category term='Crying for you is always worth it.'/><category term='I still love you like how I love you on 26th Feb 2009'/><category term='Incomplete'/><category term='Little Nicky (y)'/><category term='XOXO'/><category term='(:'/><category term='FML'/><category term='There&apos;s never a night i&apos;d never say those words to you.'/><title type='text'>zulliiee's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-1689386398332943335</id><published>2010-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:57:24.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>According to me</title><content type='html'>Went back from meeting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ for our 8th month anniversary. Had Lunch in Mac.. and omg the new shaker friess.. fuuhhhh~ :D hahaha then had my hair done like a lil vain pot guy and we went to woodlands to waste 10 dollar on a 15 game on terminator.. To those who would like to try it, well DONT! until the full game is realised. trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;To Charmaine♥ - Happy 8th month together. To be honest, you still look as lovely as the first day i saw you. After more than a year knowing you, I just never did get tired of looking at you. your like an eye candy. According to me, your beautiful without make up.. you look hot with your hair undone.. I melt at the simplicity of you and I will not let any wankster ruin your mood.. fuck the bitchassmofo who hacked your msn or facebook. you can always have mine. (: I love yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;u ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Holiday is here but it doesn't feel like  holiday if you have no cash -.-" well cant wait to hang out with ♥ again to sentosa? hehe and i cant wait for more outing with you dear. If only we lived nearer :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lastly GTA SAN ANDREAS IS STILL THE BEST! :P&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/8040177919784346358-1689386398332943335?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1689386398332943335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1689386398332943335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1689386398332943335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1689386398332943335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2010/03/according-to-me.html' title='According to me'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-221994153141082940</id><published>2010-02-13T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:17:48.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To C.M syg.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to youuuu! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks to know that this day falls on Chinese new year right? Who ask you to find a chinese girl? :P Hahah. Still.. any day can be valentine's day for us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad to have met a guy like you, who have stuck through thick and thin with me, literally. I'm sorry for the troubles I have caused you and never want history to repeat itself. You never fail to make me smile genuinely, and make my heart flutter to butterfly land. Haha! I'm not sure if when you'll read your own blog but I know one day you would. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just want to say that I love you very much, and hope to spend another valentine's day with you. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, (even though I'm the girl), "Will you be my valentine?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-221994153141082940?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/221994153141082940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=221994153141082940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/221994153141082940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/221994153141082940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-c.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-7624323782513860037</id><published>2010-02-01T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:17:31.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And i was born to tell you i love you'/><title type='text'>For the ones you love.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to CK SYG... but whatever im gonna type will have no link :P&lt;div&gt;AHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year to all. its great to be 18 but it sucks too cause next year go NS -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got myself a New year present that god has kindly gave it to me which is a blackberry bold 9000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you :D, my soul is forever yours. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New news of the day, nude malay RP girl got caught, the pics spread like wild fire. girl cry. bla3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end. its been long since i blog so maybe this is for my faithful reader CK SYG heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for not getting my car license on time. :( im sorry to be an ass at times.I'm sorry that i stole your heart. I couldnt afford to buy it. it was priceless but i wanted it so bad.It was shinning so brightly like stars i count on teletubby land, so i stole it :( i promise i wont go stealing hearts anymore.. I love you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-7624323782513860037?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7624323782513860037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=7624323782513860037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7624323782513860037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7624323782513860037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-ones-you-love.html' title='For the ones you love.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-3025308167501758984</id><published>2010-01-16T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:04:52.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incomplete'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you... I wish that wishing star could fly by your house so that you can have any wish come true. Mine already did. Sweet dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-3025308167501758984?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3025308167501758984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=3025308167501758984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/3025308167501758984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/3025308167501758984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-6139251908581060655</id><published>2010-01-03T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:08:29.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 to all you peps.&lt;div&gt;Lots of stuff happen back in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good, the bad and the ugly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick recap on 2009:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the girl of my dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear she's hot,cute,adorable and everything i ask for... *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like all girls.. have to admit she is very problematic at first and creates alot of headache for me. hahah :P but she is kick ass awesome now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made friends with new classmates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have an awesome HXC band names "MASS THEY CRIED" A.K.A "!MXC!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a very unique birthday.. zomg it really feels like i was back in my kindergarden days tt day. hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;composed music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this sound lame but i learned how to smile.. I feel happy whenever i smile. my smile is now genuine.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wells lots of stuff happen.. there is too much for me to type.. *ehem*actually im lazy*ehem* hahaha!! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would like to end off with a poem (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.n the depth of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.ove is the colour of spring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.ver you, I cant forge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V.alentive, your my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E.ver since we first met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y.ou bring my life light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.ver the beautiful rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U.nder the stars of night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you charmaine (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-6139251908581060655?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6139251908581060655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=6139251908581060655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/6139251908581060655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/6139251908581060655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-7891164190691467854</id><published>2009-12-08T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:41:13.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying for you is always worth it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the use of blogging and what is the use of keeping your faith when you know that others is losing theirs. Is it really goodbye that you wanted? Was I even worth it for you? All those loyalty and faith and everlasting truth, Is it for nothing? All those happy sweet moments and all those sense of security of words that I use towards you. Is this your true colors? Is what we were having for all those times just movies in our eyes? Is this a silent cold war or is this really the end? Whatever it is, my life means nothing now when your gone. My heart cant be strong now. you got it vulnerable and weak, I cant help myself..No one can..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-7891164190691467854?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7891164190691467854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=7891164190691467854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7891164190691467854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7891164190691467854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-use-of-blogging-and-what-is-use.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-8735166346592135009</id><published>2009-11-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:18:24.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I still love you like how I love you on 26th Feb 2009'/><title type='text'>One of those sleepless nights where you feel like blogging</title><content type='html'>D o you have one of those nights, whereby you just sit down with your guitar in hand or just sitting down and suddenly you stoned and reflected?. You tend to ask yourself, What have you been doing for the past few month. OK maybe it's just me but I don't know about the rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to the romance? What happened to being sweet? Was it all just a mere honeymoon period feeling? I think couples out there may get what I am trying to say. When you saw that "perfect" guy/girl you tend to be sweet,impressive,caring,treats him or her like a bloody prince or princess. Talking on the phone, random sweet text msg, buying random stuff to attract the opposite sex. But when your finally together and a few month or year flies by, It all changes and true colours starts to show. Thank to a friend who told me true colours will be shown after marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is true or not true that the first few month of relationship is just movies? I don't know you tell me? Can you really trust your partner? Can you really be sure he or she is going to stick on you? or will they just cheat and lie behind your back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember back the first date you couples out there had. The first time you try to sneak your hands in his/hers, or the day you fake a sleep in the bus so that you can lie on your partners shoulder when you are still dating. Now, it may be different few month or years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charmaine kwok shu hui, if you are reading this, I have loveD you and still loving you now just like the first day i met you. I still have butterflies when you kiss me in the cheek. I still feel shy when you approach me while giving me the most beautiful smile and a perfectly warm big hug. There is no girl out there who can replace you. who can deliver the same butterfly effect you did, who has that mole on your eyebrow, who has that smile you have. Whatever I do, I think of you. I am afraid that you will leave me one day as...... i don't know how to put it but I still have to say, changed... you ran away from me at times. When I was trying to be sweet you turn me down at times. You made me jealous by lieing and doing stuff. I have no idea what I did to deserve this. But deep down I still love you for who you are and not what you are. Am I a sucker for you charmaine? Am I? To tell you honestly, today(25th nov) you didn't even want me to send you home. why? Even when you gave me a full lecture and yet you took your phone out to ask your dad to fetch you? IT really hurts me that you been trying to hurt me. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to wrap up that, Love is not equal to heartbreak but to me it is equal to better understanding and a reason to live and be human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I still love you like how I love you on 26th Feb 2009, I swear.&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/8040177919784346358-8735166346592135009?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8735166346592135009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=8735166346592135009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/8735166346592135009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/8735166346592135009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-those-sleepless-nights-where-you.html' title='One of those sleepless nights where you feel like blogging'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-1485600845850143439</id><published>2009-09-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:35:01.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atleast we&apos;re both looking up at the same moon.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, damn bored so to let time fly by, I played COD,Facebook,Tagged*idk why?* and now my last resort blogging 0.0&lt;br /&gt;CK love have left me :'( been a week.&lt;br /&gt;left me and gone for a holiday NOT leave our relationship. so all you mofo, she's still unavailable. nyeh nyeh hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a side note, Hari raya is coming and im excited for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also for my coming soon car prac again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; EMP camp&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hopefully get a job -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im done painting the house FOC -.- life's unfair. well who said it was? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just waiting for CK to come back. (:&lt;br /&gt;chariooo&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1485600845850143439?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1485600845850143439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1485600845850143439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1485600845850143439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1485600845850143439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-damn-bored-so-to-let-time-fly-by-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-5647183647033084366</id><published>2009-08-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:52:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Snre_fPhfSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q6Y5EAxdIOI/s1600-h/IMG_1032(editted).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Snre_fPhfSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q6Y5EAxdIOI/s320/IMG_1032(editted).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366847088265100578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just tell why should i bother or care? What do i get by doing this? Nothing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not even recognised. I'm not even part of it..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;From now on its just me.. Flying solo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like i use too..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5647183647033084366?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5647183647033084366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5647183647033084366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5647183647033084366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5647183647033084366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-tell-why-should-i-bother-or-care.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Snre_fPhfSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q6Y5EAxdIOI/s72-c/IMG_1032(editted).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-3636673874115473120</id><published>2009-07-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:50:25.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>fml</title><content type='html'>I think i need a new blog. A blog where i can fully expressing myself without the fear of hurting anyone. A blog where no one will find and no one will know except for me. I used to keep a personal diary but its gone? -.-" call me emo if you want you sons of bit*h arses -.- i have feelings too. this is one of those nights that i feel f*cked.i wish i could type it here but nahh.  I just don't understand people and should not have too much high expectation towards people. Maybe i should just relax and be like what i use to be. A "heck care" person and gives up on everyone. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-3636673874115473120?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3636673874115473120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=3636673874115473120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/3636673874115473120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/3636673874115473120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html' title='fml'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-8078546134731068228</id><published>2009-07-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:31:04.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I threw away the past to have a better future with you'/><title type='text'>wahhh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwvq7k_3zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FQ2ViaVRu9E/s1600-h/208606620m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwvq7k_3zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FQ2ViaVRu9E/s200/208606620m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362713670885302066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmwvwqnFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y3GpICl1xNE/s1600-h/1_689418958l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmwvwqnFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y3GpICl1xNE/s200/1_689418958l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362713769409865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwv5YDEpEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YdxH0zTgCj0/s1600-h/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwv5YDEpEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YdxH0zTgCj0/s200/meee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362713919045805122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwv_wweRxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rsdOg9-r4sM/s1600-h/735619101l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwv_wweRxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rsdOg9-r4sM/s200/735619101l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362714028757894930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmwwIapnRRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPP7BBYjILg/s1600-h/beachlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmwwIapnRRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPP7BBYjILg/s200/beachlife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362714177442366738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures of what i was last time and how i am now. So those who once knew the fat round boy in Evergreen sec school, well i changed. So please when you see me outside, say hi. hahahah ^^V&lt;br /&gt;Wow found some old pictures in friendster, yes i know it is such a dead website. i found the top pictures from Azri's profile. wahhh miss those people i once knew but everyone seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Like Azri, met him last wednesday. like mat rep siaa~ got piercing seyyy somebody ;) heheh :P&lt;br /&gt;and yet you call me a mat rep eh Azri -.-" tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;Feel so good that i changed. Don't want to be the fat guy i once was so please dear don't feed me too much. hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm bored. Gf too busy with soccer watching by now i guess? so won't be expecting any text messages from her. texting Rinniey, wahhh we were both so called lucky never spent the day at ignite on saturday. damn boring ok! you see good people sitting on the floor while the bands perform. -.-" Friday more happening man. aiiyerrr~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now im addicted to this band called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For those who love those alternative type of song, you guys should check them out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUH YEAH can't forget. Today's my spoilt brat lil sis birthday. Fery Andrianne.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday. Having a fickle minded lil sis is hard. was about to get her a book like what she wanted. But later accompanying her to the arcade.. guess she wants fun in arcade more than reading? hahahah nevermind shall get her a book to read though. It's good for her ^^&lt;br /&gt;hahahah as if the brother read alot. macam paham. hahaha :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-8078546134731068228?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8078546134731068228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=8078546134731068228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/8078546134731068228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/8078546134731068228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/wahhh.html' title='wahhh~'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/Smwvq7k_3zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FQ2ViaVRu9E/s72-c/208606620m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-6129723106482706014</id><published>2009-07-24T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:42:39.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massive headbanging + new friends+ HXC + heavy music + moshpits = hell load of fun :D'/><title type='text'>IGNITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqWE7zANpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mL5le8BRDaw/s1600-h/DSC08429%28editted%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqWE7zANpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mL5le8BRDaw/s320/DSC08429%28editted%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362263317853255314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqWUwAYD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/2wX4gjsPILk/s1600-h/DSC08428%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqWUwAYD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/2wX4gjsPILk/s320/DSC08428%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362263589566025586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqViJEnkrI/AAAAAAAAADU/lF9cnV4WMmU/s1600-h/DSC08441%28editted%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqViJEnkrI/AAAAAAAAADU/lF9cnV4WMmU/s320/DSC08441%28editted%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362262720121377458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqVQH_sG_I/AAAAAAAAADM/iEFY600WT1k/s1600-h/DSC08423+%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqVQH_sG_I/AAAAAAAAADM/iEFY600WT1k/s320/DSC08423+%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362262410594622450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqVFLVKcsI/AAAAAAAAADE/DQJj3czhEJo/s1600-h/rinniey+and+me%28editted%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqVFLVKcsI/AAAAAAAAADE/DQJj3czhEJo/s320/rinniey+and+me%28editted%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362262222511436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all that jerk off sydney basted me and said, don't want to go -.-"&lt;br /&gt;But later he managed to go after i made him call andy. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, put bags at my house first cause who the hell mosh with their laptops and bags?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards walked back to school and waited for Andy.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting saw Babu, Sykes, Chad, Sharina, Azrul and etc etc(insert you names here) hahah :P&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly received a call from Rinniey(the girl from the pic). &amp;amp; i thought she was going to go on saturday -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Wah seyyy soo long never see old member. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Btw soo sorry Rinniey for forgetting your birthday :(&lt;br /&gt;didn;t mean to. i know you wished me on mine and i didn;t on yours. hope that cake made it up to you :)&lt;br /&gt;Back to ignite, so was with rinniey,andy,sydney and we all went in middle. moshpit + massive headbanging + HXC time muahahaha. Sydney was like a pus*y at first saying don't want to go -.-&lt;br /&gt;finally want to go. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;That was a hell load of fun when the music started. but F*ck we all got seperated, all i saw when i was busy HXC-ing away, *Sydney got punch and pushed soo far away -.-" how the F*ck did you end up to the far end corner sydney??!!* *Andy lost in the crowd,god knows what he is doing* *Me,somehow infront of rinniey punching every guy who starts to approach me* *ehem,ehem see rinniey never say thank you for the protection* AHAHAHAH! atleast i did;nt end up alone like those jerk offs. HAHAHAH! Wall of death,HXC dance,Mosh pit, Omg you should all have gone there.&lt;br /&gt;The drums,guitars,vocal were almost perfect. Even the screamo. wow~&lt;br /&gt;But that was super tiring ok -.-&lt;br /&gt;overall status,fell once, drag along an innocent,unknown guy(im friendly ;)) to the wall of death,&lt;br /&gt;punch some arses and i somehow got out safe. WOOHOOO~&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, can't forget. while i was in ignite. CK was at the stadium i think? watching some guys kicking balls. HAHAHAHAH! Liverpool seyyy. ^^ hope she had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;chariooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-6129723106482706014?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6129723106482706014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=6129723106482706014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/6129723106482706014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/6129723106482706014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignite.html' title='IGNITE'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SmqWE7zANpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mL5le8BRDaw/s72-c/DSC08429%28editted%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-4853454037505582262</id><published>2009-07-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:11:41.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Nicky (y)'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Couldn't sleep due to some troubles which i do not want to share here but all is solved.&lt;br /&gt;msg CK love at random timings? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;CK wanted to catch a movie. I miss her lotssss so yeaa met up with her.&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't miss their own gf/bf. such a DUHHH. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Someone wore a dress today seyy ^^&lt;br /&gt;sooo cuteeee~ zomg. make my heart skip a beat when i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;just like the first time when i saw her :)&lt;br /&gt;ok enough wait someone nose grow bigger then sneeze till all the mucus go to me *you should know wait i mean* ewwww~ AAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;In town i was stopped by this random women promoting cadbury chocalate. I had to do a eyebrow dancing thing. Its a dare/competition thingy? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know why i agreed but hey i got more balls than you local loser guys to actually do something infront of the public and my own gf just to get 2 free movie tickets to Harry potter and the half blood prince! Yes and i got it 2 free tickets. save my 20 dollar. hahaha &amp;amp; also CK wanted to Harry Potter. So i guess she is a fan? well, i'll do anything to make her happy even act like a fool in public so that we can be the first few to watch Harry Potter. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so went to cine to get tickets to Haunting in connecticut. Wow scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost. fullermark got tattoo siolzxzxzx. Overall the story not that bad ah.&lt;br /&gt;CK and me watched like two scared idiots covering each other eye's at such horror scenes.&lt;br /&gt;But the ending was kinda predictable. Like those fairytales where there is a "they live happily ever after, THE END" kind of ending -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, pool at lucky plaza. ZOMG i lost all the way. -.-""""""&lt;br /&gt;im getting worser and worser. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Then send CK home and tadaaa im here blogging again :)&lt;br /&gt;aitee good night people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-4853454037505582262?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4853454037505582262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=4853454037505582262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4853454037505582262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4853454037505582262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-1273352369395456155</id><published>2009-07-10T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:35:20.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There&apos;s never a night i&apos;d never say those words to you.'/><title type='text'>A night wasted.</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of a very relaxing weekend(hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;RP is getting to be lamer and lamer by the day. how do you expect to contain the virus in a air-con school filled with random students like me and you? - . -"&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well, end of UT2 paper for the week. more coming my way soon. very soon.&lt;br /&gt;But someone's test finish already and now out hurraying -.-" jealous~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night wasted... could have gone out with some jackasses. But no...&lt;br /&gt;The dudes wanted to go for a smoke, sheesha to be precised but nahhh... didn't meet up with them. As I know if i were to go they will force me to take some. that's one of the reason why they are called jackasses. hahaha. So just followed sydney to Andy's gig which was at Ngee Ann Poly.&lt;br /&gt;The trip there was hell. -.-&lt;br /&gt;First of all me and sydney went to the wrong track of the MRT and only realised when we were at Yishun -.-" Next, The bus stop at Clementi was packed with people. Even in the bus. ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; gosh the traffic was damn congested can?&lt;br /&gt;So nevermind stand there with Sydney and ouh yea found some of our friends onboard that bus too, Sharina,Aidil and this one guy(new friend) and guess Sydney can't take his eyes off from sec schl girl.. cheyy cheyyy~ hhahahaha jk2 :P&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to N.P, and zoom to Andy's gig. the thing is we have to pay 5 bucks - . -&lt;br /&gt;for some people who know me. i am a cheapo at times. As if you all never had that moment before -.-" so we never went in as the gig was held in a lecture theater room. wth?? 0.o and not much people were inside. So slacked at "the makan place" played CS and went home.&lt;br /&gt;see,friday night wasted play CS like noobster. AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, im going to make a new band soon. Me the guitarist as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia as the singer. Ryon as the keyboardist. Gonna look for more band members to join this band. Not sure yet of what genre as we all listen to a wide variety of them. hahaha. maybe HXC?&lt;br /&gt;Alternative? Punk rock? ouh well hopefully this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1273352369395456155?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1273352369395456155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1273352369395456155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1273352369395456155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1273352369395456155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-wasted.html' title='A night wasted.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-7124138071258030159</id><published>2009-07-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:37:18.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC4X9z3fiI/AAAAAAAAACs/86MnsOes8bU/s1600-h/zul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC4X9z3fiI/AAAAAAAAACs/86MnsOes8bU/s200/zul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982678812130850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC4S6NP4BI/AAAAAAAAACk/gusxkhL7MwI/s1600-h/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC4S6NP4BI/AAAAAAAAACk/gusxkhL7MwI/s200/ck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982591945498642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrerra-True used to be the song that described me on how i truly felt for you. All my life i have been waiting this is true* :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th July 2009&lt;/span&gt; is the official date that i am going to remember forever. The plans, patience, love, care, understanding, misunderstandings, laughter, etc2 and finally I'm officially attached to someone i truly love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charmaine kwok shu hui&lt;/span&gt;. Fullermark, that was a mouthful. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;How we met? that's for me to know for you people to find out. :)&lt;br /&gt;Two different people from two different world and background somehow met and changed each other's lifes. Won't forget all those moments spent..&lt;br /&gt;I can't believed i asked her under the fireworks. well it was a nice idea but i didn't know it was soo predictable -.-" gosh I'm losing my touch. hahaha. But ouh well the timing and all was perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Especially spending that night with her. Just her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of the day...&lt;br /&gt;*ehem*gotta admit CK's cam make me look good :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzEK1CkSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-bJdgg1MgQE/s1600-h/DSC05689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzEK1CkSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-bJdgg1MgQE/s320/DSC05689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354976841151189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzSo8GCrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iJDqIKze8w8/s1600-h/DSC05692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzSo8GCrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iJDqIKze8w8/s320/DSC05692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977089752009394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC6anEIBCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QILy1DboCSc/s1600-h/DSC05700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC6anEIBCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QILy1DboCSc/s320/DSC05700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984923269170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzjCdAeuI/AAAAAAAAABM/5XPM1M5qSBc/s1600-h/DSC05736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzjCdAeuI/AAAAAAAAABM/5XPM1M5qSBc/s320/DSC05736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977371478850274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzoJClcYI/AAAAAAAAABU/wQ6bsDqopxU/s1600-h/DSC05738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzoJClcYI/AAAAAAAAABU/wQ6bsDqopxU/s320/DSC05738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977459146420610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzukE5-6I/AAAAAAAAABc/CtCrwtP30OM/s1600-h/DSC05740%28new%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCzukE5-6I/AAAAAAAAABc/CtCrwtP30OM/s320/DSC05740%28new%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977569483127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz0ZSftUI/AAAAAAAAABk/0HRRGO0ncQM/s1600-h/DSC05752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz0ZSftUI/AAAAAAAAABk/0HRRGO0ncQM/s320/DSC05752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977669666551106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz6PlXgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/9iObYcKtIfg/s1600-h/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz6PlXgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/9iObYcKtIfg/s320/DSC05796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977770140565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz_wZkbuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NMDH0Vok6dU/s1600-h/DSC05790%28blurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlCz_wZkbuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NMDH0Vok6dU/s320/DSC05790%28blurr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977864848797410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fullermark. but funny thing the fireworks was damn messy on this pic. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC0ZmaPuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eR8IwzQKPTM/s1600-h/DSC05798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC0ZmaPuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eR8IwzQKPTM/s320/DSC05798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978308843879042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC0sB4_RjI/AAAAAAAAACE/dR72KUPsTd4/s1600-h/DSC05799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC0sB4_RjI/AAAAAAAAACE/dR72KUPsTd4/s320/DSC05799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978625458226738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-7124138071258030159?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7124138071258030159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=7124138071258030159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7124138071258030159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/7124138071258030159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SlC4X9z3fiI/AAAAAAAAACs/86MnsOes8bU/s72-c/zul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-5060510531786052259</id><published>2009-06-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:55:15.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>Reminisces of a special you.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see u waving good byes&lt;br /&gt;And As I stood there still&lt;br /&gt;Did u know how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of when you’re here&lt;br /&gt;Of how u’ve been such a blurr&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; How cute u have been&lt;br /&gt;With that smiling scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;That u didn’t actually leave&lt;br /&gt;And when I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And forget all those goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographs that we take&lt;br /&gt;And when we went to that lake&lt;br /&gt;A part of me that I’ve gave&lt;br /&gt;So that u will feel safe&lt;br /&gt;(Without me)&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;[So let the good times roll&lt;br /&gt;And those fun times we will hold&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny this&lt;br /&gt;As I truly feel the Miss] (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of when you’re here&lt;br /&gt;Of how u’ve been such a blurr&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; How cute u have been&lt;br /&gt;With that smiling scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and actions played in mind&lt;br /&gt;like that time when you were blind&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny how cute u have been&lt;br /&gt;With that little smiling scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the good times roll&lt;br /&gt;And those fun times we will hold&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny this&lt;br /&gt;As I truly feel the Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Your voice and actions played in mind)&lt;br /&gt;(So let the good times roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I stood there still&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first song made and sung on April 10(good friday)&lt;br /&gt;(kinda feel proud of my handy work. hehe =p)&lt;br /&gt;Most would say it may be just sweet lyrics for a girl or someone special.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sweet words with bitterness in it.&lt;br /&gt;A bittersweet song. a song actually made when that someone special had to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Temporary or a final bubbye. but for my case, temporary :)(hopefully =/ )&lt;br /&gt;Only the one true girl who have spend the days with me would understand what every word and line meant. A song full of emotions. Sadness,happiness,good times,funny times,etc2. Label me EMO for all you want but a song has to come from the heart to make it sincere for the person. so let the lyrics say it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SjFCm4m79tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9bu8mxXpfg/s1600-h/DSC00431+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SjFCm4m79tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9bu8mxXpfg/s320/DSC00431+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346127468463650514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This song would not have been possible without you. thank you for the collage, thank you for your care, thank you for your smile and one sided dimple(hahah! =p),thank you for the good and funny times, thank you for everything :)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you when your in Aussie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5060510531786052259?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5060510531786052259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5060510531786052259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5060510531786052259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5060510531786052259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisces-of-special-you.html' title='Reminisces of a special you.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwB1_mk7We4/SjFCm4m79tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9bu8mxXpfg/s72-c/DSC00431+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-1165134190385861495</id><published>2009-06-03T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:43:28.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of something new</title><content type='html'>Finally i have grown to an 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Am i a man now? or am i still just a boy? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not a boy not yet a man =D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna enrol in BTT soon and soon study hard to ger a car license. BOOYEAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who turn up on the 2nd june(Jacq,jenny,sammy,sydney and ofcourse dear ck :D). felt kinda touched especially seeing sydney. my gay partner. AHHAAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;ok no -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Felt super touched by the gift CK has given me.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a gift no one could buy anywhere. Its more than i ever asked for.&lt;br /&gt;Almost shed a tear but then thanks to jenny's face it didn't hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To CK: It's not just a gift that anyone could make. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super meaningful and its priceless no once could take it from me.&lt;br /&gt;well i did almost misplace it in esplanade. TSK! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so hang around at city hall,esplanade. camwhore and cambasted.&lt;br /&gt;shall try to upload pics. should try something new :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is just another new day spent with sydney and CK.&lt;br /&gt;well met CK first coz i wanted to survey on some new shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad KY cant join us becoz of some problems i think?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha and also... well i cant state it here.&lt;br /&gt;ask sydney for more information.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg shall try to post more next time.&lt;br /&gt;and also i would like to thank those people who made my day, people who wished me, my family, and strangers who idk who also wished me. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;chiaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1165134190385861495?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1165134190385861495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1165134190385861495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1165134190385861495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1165134190385861495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-something-new.html' title='The start of something new'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-5684217238753166346</id><published>2009-05-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:03:07.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back! i guess?</title><content type='html'>Its been months or if i can remember correctly a year?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff happened. Too many to remember. The Sweet, the fun, the ugly, the horrible, the funny, the heart breaks, the love, the etc2[well you know what i mean,too much to state ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;well to summarize what i have been doing this year,&lt;br /&gt;*Finally i'm studying my own course which is DIP in Aerospace Avionics. (refresh all of u lazy minds -.-")&lt;br /&gt; *Become the student leader and be a facilitator for day. (can't believe a person like myself being a facilitator ^^V)&lt;br /&gt;*make tons of new friends. =D&lt;br /&gt;*OUH YEAH!! cant forget, made tagged.com account and met CK *wink* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;*Made my very first song and sang it CK(with a crappy voice like duhh)&lt;br /&gt;*Met new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;*improving on my DJ skills&lt;br /&gt;*lepak,lepak,lepak,lepak,lepak&lt;br /&gt;* FINALLY TURNING 18 IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to top it off, 2009 is a brand new year for me and now i am seeing life in a new perspective, a new purpose in life, maybe i have already found i am looking for. well, that's life. everyone is trying their best to search for the one that they are seeking of. Most people don't know what they are searching for until it comes right at you or when you finally realize and started to regret but ouh well, that's a whole new different story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Alot has happened ever since i stop using blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as i sit down at the corner of my bed with my guitar in hand. All the flashbacks gets to me one by one. All sorts of emotions runs through me now. Am i doing the right thing? Is this what my life is going to be? will i ever find my happy ending? I,zulfeqar, had been on the. edge of life. wanting to give up. surrending my soul to god but i did'nt. There's so much in life that i have not experienced, seen, touch. A foolish boy i am. I agree. Why am i doing this i ask myself when im on the edge of life. what is the meaning of life? can someone tell me?  what do I live for? I'm not a kid anymore. I have to learn to stand on my own two feet. Fight for your right. Don't let anyone step all over you. Take responsibility. Sometimes, im just too afraid to grow up. I guess, as a guy i have the responsibility to take care of my love ones even if it means me giving up on myself. ouh well im gonna stop typing like an emo-kid now =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side, I can finally enrol for car license in less than 24 hours!! COOL OR WHAT!? hahahaha. omg just having the thought of me holding a car license and finally driving a car. no need to keep waiting for a bus or mrt. bounce from marina to woodland just so that you have a sit and can send people home *wink*&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i still hold my word. you're still going to be my first passenger. you should know yourself aite. hehehe. ok excitements aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this is going to be the end of my first post. gosh i feel like typing more but tomorrow is a new day and i can type more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i hate this feeling. almost every song i listen to reminds me of you and the things we did and it makes me miss you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i have to start coming to class early. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does tonight have to end?&lt;br /&gt;why don't we hit restart, and pause it at our favorite parts&lt;br /&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes. If i had it my way. I'd turn the car around&lt;br /&gt;and run away,just you and I.~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5684217238753166346?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5684217238753166346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5684217238753166346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5684217238753166346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5684217238753166346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-i-guess.html' title='back! i guess?'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-4296582735733988913</id><published>2008-06-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:50:46.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday darren</title><content type='html'>ok lets start with today shall we.&lt;br /&gt;ouh wait first of all, happy birthday birthday boy. =DD&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the cake and present we bought for u. now you have to bring that doll every single day for 7 days. everywhere you go you must carry it with you.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. birthday boy got caked in the face..&lt;br /&gt;woooo~!! hahahaha... poor guy.=) hope you enjoy your day and get what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;we also used our laptops to wish him. it was like each laptop had one alphabet. so it was like&lt;br /&gt;H-A-P-P-Y 17TH B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y D-A-R-R-E-N &lt;br /&gt;but the happy turned ou Y-A-P-P-H hahahaha sillyclassmates. i forgot who they were. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that went for EMP.&lt;br /&gt;gosh there were like 12 teams presenting the same thing all over again. presenting on the DJ set and how to be a world known DJ. while waiting for all the teams to finish presenting, did my RJ,quiz and evaluation. started at 5 finished at 8. how great. the seniors perform by playing numb by linking park. cool. they played it with a vox,bass,guitar, and the dj set. nice mixture of all =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now currently listening to BLOW ME AWAY BY BREAKING BENJAMIN. cause songs determine my moods =) for those who knw this song, good for you. for those who don't if you want try listening to it. if not, well, its your life. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;taking care readers. have a nice day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-4296582735733988913?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4296582735733988913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=4296582735733988913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4296582735733988913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4296582735733988913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-darren.html' title='happy birthday darren'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-5945170629607400380</id><published>2008-06-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:38:35.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh boy, how many messengers do you have?&lt;br /&gt;when will you learn to do stuff all by yourself. shiishh..&lt;br /&gt;why do you want me to view your blog for?&lt;br /&gt;i have no time for people like you. honestly, your a waste of my time. another stranger just trying to survive in this world. gosh, since you sound so desperate for me to view your blog. i wonder whats SOOO great about it.fine im going. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh... i have to see your pics? please man..i'm soo turned off... this is the last i am going to view your blog and maybe you should just buzz off.. fly away.. stop looking at my blog. its my life, not yours. i'm not even interested to know in what is happening in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am being nice. i guess people like you do not know what is the definition of nice. here let me help you nice:friendly and kind. want my resource too? maybe i should. its from a longman dictionary =). wow i don't know people like you are soooooo "kpo" to know what is happening or what is in the profile of the people they are not interested in. AHAHAHAHA im a joke to you?&lt;br /&gt;wow this is destiny man. guess god made you look at my profile/blog so that i can look at yours so that i can laugh twice as hard at your own pictures. my gosh.. please even before you talk about someone. heres a tip, look at yourself. cause you are the bigger joke. i guess that someone you mention let you look at my profile and joke about it. and i have strong suspection of who. but hey..who gives a shit. haha to be honest with you my boy, people are laughing at you. this is no lie boy. i'm not gonna mention anyone.but hey, really, think before what you do. cause what you do might affect you. even that pose you do in your blog crack me up dude. hahhaaha. you are a good joker. wana know y? you don't have to insult people or even open your mouth people already start laughing their ass off. wana know why? cause your the joke. they are not laughing with you. but in actual fact at you. i have to blog this and tell you. this is really what is happening currently when you talk about me. now seriously buzz off. i don't want you, i don't need you, don't even lay eyes on my blog or profile OR EVEN HAVE THE IDEA OF TELLING PEOPLE TO LOOK AT MY PROFILE. thankx. good luck to you too boy. have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5945170629607400380?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5945170629607400380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5945170629607400380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5945170629607400380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5945170629607400380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/gosh-boy-how-many-messengers-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-1801323783144966738</id><published>2008-06-20T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:25:40.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last post about you.</title><content type='html'>I bet  you are the kind who gets what you want am i right.&lt;br /&gt;people like u no action all talk. as seen in bello's pm NATO =)&lt;br /&gt;i will delete it. i will delete this post and the last one i will&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;it won't be that easy.&lt;br /&gt;i have forgot all about it as it is fair now. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;you bitch on me. so its fair that i bitch on you.&lt;br /&gt;you can't take it. so why did you tag about me in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;why azri why? what do you gain? i am talking real nice here. with respect. REMEMBER THAT, RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;i respect you as you are older than me. and you should be wiser and smarter and use your brains more rather than your big fat mouth. i am treating you like a human. i believe your existance has a purpose. i am the opposite of you. i believe in everyone but you don't. DO NOT LET YOUR EGO GET THE BEST OUT OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i will delete it IF YOU TELL ME WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE FOR TAGGING ME?WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHY? WHAT DO YOU GAIN? what do i gain by asking this? is my life back. my pride and dignity which you took away.&lt;br /&gt;i be expecting a msg from you. ask azri shah for my number. do not bother calling. just a simple msg of answers. i believe i been talking nice here. so i be expecting you do the same. hope you stop bitching about me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1801323783144966738?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1801323783144966738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1801323783144966738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1801323783144966738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1801323783144966738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-post-about-you.html' title='the last post about you.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-6350599825081041737</id><published>2008-06-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:21:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the b*tch.</title><content type='html'>MUHAMMAD AZRI BIN MOHD SOM&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLIC POLYTECHNIC&lt;br /&gt;AEROSPACE AVIONICS&lt;br /&gt;E45L&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANGSTER-WANNABE/BIG F*CK WANNA BE/AHAHHA FUNNIEST PART, THINKS HIS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE AND THE FIERCEST IN REPUBLIC POLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just a brief summary&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who is this guy.but all i know is his name and face and he came from EVERGREEN SECONDARY. Just like me.&lt;br /&gt;as stated above, he talks big. all talk but no action. haiz...people like this disgust the male community. I can't believe there is such existence in this world. never once i had a conversation with but somehow, he talks as if he knows me. hmm. saying all he wants and think i would forget.&lt;br /&gt;BIG NO! MUFACKA!! insulting me = insulting the whole clan. you fucked the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha a dancer he is.. so soft, so innocent but yet a coward to talk to me. dare to tag on my board but don't dare to say it out. i'm giving you a chance now AZRI. come out say all you want to me straight in the face infront of my friends.. cause obviously you want them to know. trying to manipulate azri shah that syazwan a liar?? a backstabber?? or what?? how dare you ask him do you trust syazwan?? how dare youuu mufacka.....&lt;br /&gt;people like you should burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;if you know soo much of stuff in your lil brain than you should know hell is your home. don't expect me to let you off or even say sorry? wtf. me apologies to you?? AHAHAHA!!! over my dead body b*tch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/photos/8153121/1/233156631#pic=01183089951&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree sisters. you're soo fly girl...&lt;br /&gt;open your mouth bigger yes.. bigger ,train for your blow-job lesson =DD&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA the girl next to you must be thinking you're too desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;must open your mouth bigger to attract the other gays so that their dicks can be f*ucked by you =). am i humiliated by your words? obvious no. why should i be humiliated. i have good friens. friends who stick with me through thick and thin who don't care what i am or what i do. unlike you who don't appreciate friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/photos/8153121/1/233156631#pic=01267709350 (what azri is saying:soo seducing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling horny till my shirt went sideways cause my lil brother just woke up and standing straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Azri.      tu sais je t'aime.     says:&lt;br /&gt;his basically non existance&lt;br /&gt;(W)Ace Azri.      tu sais je t'aime.     says:&lt;br /&gt;actually all of you are non existance right now in my point of view. so go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say i am non existence to you. i know. you're like an alien to me a human with no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;BUT to your friend azri shah?? omg you really don't have any friends you poor boy..&lt;br /&gt;let me cry for you..boohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Azri.      tu sais je t'aime.     says:&lt;br /&gt;im nt even thinking abt this. so he can mourn and cry all he want. its nt my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crying for you more..&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOHOO~ go dance boy. dance your balls off. must be you danced too much till your balls fell off. that must be why you don't dare see me. why am i entertaining you? ask that to yourself. maybe somehow it will pop up when your busy blowing some guys dick aites..&lt;br /&gt;chiao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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b*tch.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-5547831908760529111</id><published>2008-06-03T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:09:35.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMP~</title><content type='html'>Emp meeting with the team today..&lt;br /&gt;team members, mashimaro jr 1,2(magdalene,joan) kelly and me..&lt;br /&gt;sandi didnt make it.. wonder y.. erghhh..&lt;br /&gt;hmm guess this will have to do i guess =/&lt;br /&gt;planning after planning after planning still can't get what we want to do for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;miss kelly clarkson told us to make a skit.. ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;and as per usual i get the funny character doing stupid things -.-"" tanx alot ehh...&lt;br /&gt;well, atleast im still in EMP can't wait for any fun events in EMP..&lt;br /&gt;weee~ ok now all go lunch except me...&lt;br /&gt;not feeling hungry and wana save up =)&lt;br /&gt;ok now here i am chatting with karenn..&lt;br /&gt;nothing to doo.. aiyoo..&lt;br /&gt;make me bring my guitar to school but didn't use it..&lt;br /&gt;waste my energy -.-"&lt;br /&gt;ok tts all folks..&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5547831908760529111?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5547831908760529111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5547831908760529111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5547831908760529111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5547831908760529111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/06/emp.html' title='EMP~'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-2787319283233768693</id><published>2008-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:05:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jamming session</title><content type='html'>yesterdae had jamming session with new band..&lt;br /&gt;consist of yana,faiz,zul,shahrein,me..&lt;br /&gt;shahrein as vox&lt;br /&gt;faiz rhyderm&lt;br /&gt;me lead&lt;br /&gt;yana bass&lt;br /&gt;zul drummer.&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess we did great..&lt;br /&gt;honestly for a first jam session with new band mates, we did good..&lt;br /&gt;=DD well maybe if we jam more, we will do great...&lt;br /&gt;jam the song no use for a name-friends of the enemy and rufio-in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.. my electric guitar is not spoilt after all..&lt;br /&gt;omg tt is good news.. don't have to send for repair =DD&lt;br /&gt;next song to jam will be amber pacific-always you and finch-letters to you..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next session..well thats all for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;take care ya'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-2787319283233768693?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-1687260216654697233</id><published>2008-06-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:59:28.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17..yet, still underage..haha</title><content type='html'>hello readers..&lt;br /&gt;can't post a blog yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;guess something is wrong with my internet or the blog web.&lt;br /&gt;tanx everyone for the birtday wish..&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it lots..&lt;br /&gt;and tanx to w26m..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha for the random birthdae song..which u all sang in public in the middle of town..&lt;br /&gt;luckily not much people..&lt;br /&gt;huahuahua.. too bad guys =P&lt;br /&gt;tanx for the gingerbreadman...is it a cake or a wad?? hmm&lt;br /&gt;now i knw why its called gingerbreadman..it taste like ginger..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..but still tanx you all..&lt;br /&gt;you all made my day...special tanx to evon,karenn,zoe,derrick,azhar.&lt;br /&gt;and of course the rest who wished me =DD&lt;br /&gt;including my family...love you all..=)&lt;br /&gt;spend the afternoon with friends and the night with my family..=)&lt;br /&gt;mom got for me moose cheeesecake..i think that's what is called..&lt;br /&gt;tankiu mum..&lt;br /&gt;sisters got me a new adidas tresspasser watch....&lt;br /&gt;weeee~ tankiu2 once again...&lt;br /&gt;but still i didn't get my electric guitar..&lt;br /&gt;haha nvm that ne i can save and buy it next time..&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;prepare for later jam practice..&lt;br /&gt;tc have a nice day you all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1687260216654697233?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-5988311350086589178</id><published>2008-05-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:30:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auditions auditions.</title><content type='html'>really this school is stressing my out with the tight schedule here and there.&lt;br /&gt;y does the IG(cca) involves guitar -.-"" make me memorise lots of songs.&lt;br /&gt;play acoustic guitar(hey there delilah,wayback into love) for REPLUG,a composed song in EMP and muse-time is running out on bass at Jammerz Arena. -.-"" the schedule is only notified 3-4 days before the audition started. wth. and plus have to study for test. ergh. replug throw me out at the second audition cause i made a mistake with the B# chord -.-""&lt;br /&gt;so unfair.. now awaiting results for Jammerz and EMP. if i were in both IG, i will compose a song that has a fusion of trance and punk rock,alternative or whatsoever. like cyber grindcore =DD&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by preschhol tea party massacre) wee..met a new friend. yana hers name..she suddenly pop out from nowehere in the communicator(RP's version of MSN) and became friends. wee and lend her bass so that i can play during the audition. Rp Rp Rp,haiz.. y everyday presentation. can make me talk nonsense everyday in class. maybe im goin nuts?? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;nvm atleast we got a stress reliever and that is counter strike.wee our new hobby as a classmate is to play cs and kill each other..out of anger maybe??hahaha...best of all do i look that dumb to you. you stupid fucked up lecturers..calling me an ITE boy and also scold me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;well, the faci(lecturer) was explainin formulas and i was bz doin stuff on my laptop. and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"zul, do you understand?"-faci&lt;br /&gt;"huh??whats that?"-me&lt;br /&gt;"see you werent payin attention when i explaining"-faci&lt;br /&gt;*pointing at her ugly handwritting*"NO! i meant that. Is that spaghetti you writting or what on the whiteboard??"&lt;br /&gt;"ouh its specific"-faci&lt;br /&gt;*me explaining out of my understanding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally she talk nicely to me coz dah paisey what. what the hell. what is she trying to say -.-""&lt;br /&gt;hmm nvm..atleast i got her back with her ugly hand writting..&lt;br /&gt;phew ok i think im gonna do my assignments now. tc ya'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5988311350086589178?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5988311350086589178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5988311350086589178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5988311350086589178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5988311350086589178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/auditions-auditions.html' title='auditions auditions.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-1014704455646902050</id><published>2008-05-10T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:53:08.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun dae.</title><content type='html'>hey readers.&lt;br /&gt;well i did promise im going to update my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am =)&lt;br /&gt;well basically today is the eve of mothers day and it will be mothers day in another 1 hour and a few minutes plus2..&lt;br /&gt;went out with cuzzin to meet his so call fren and end up knowing its his new gf -.-""&lt;br /&gt;lucky me i asked my gerl out too =DD.&lt;br /&gt;before that, sorry karenn. still feel bad. hahah go alone to get ur durian cake..&lt;br /&gt;hehe.=P met faizal(cuzzin) at cwp at 2.30 he said 2 but reached at 2.30. the funny part was he dont know how his gf looked like. and i had a hunch how she look like as i saw a gerl looking at me and him so i decided to ask him to miss call her. and tada i was right. stupid faizal - . -"" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;can still sae"oi come here laa" on a first date -.-""&lt;br /&gt;okie~... maybe thats his style..haha. went to orchard and walk around. talking crap and ate at long john.actually all we did was walk while talking and we end up going to esplanade.faizal anti that place cause its an emo place??&lt;br /&gt;hmm okie.. but still go there and play daiti. team up with maz while he team up with his gerl. weee we lost - . -"" okie and he showed a stupid card magic and i caught his mistake so its a horrible magic. hahha i showed him mine. i put my hand on the ground and turn it 450 degree around..hahaha..maybe i'll do that again in poly..hehe just for the fun of it =P&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. bought mummy this toy flower thingy that has a face on it.. =DD and checked on the adidas watch i wanted and bought macdonalds for awhile. then tada im at home. =) but i kinda get scolded for going out with my cuzzin. my dad don allow me to coz his brother had piercing and stuff like tt all over. gives a bad image. and he tot faizal,his lil bro is just like him. but he is wrong. he is my cuzzin. wads wrong with following and accompanying your cuzzin. i find it unreasonable. haiz. only my mum understands and allow me.. i don care i had the best dae and i will go out with him again coz his my cuzzin. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-1014704455646902050?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1014704455646902050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=1014704455646902050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1014704455646902050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/1014704455646902050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-dae.html' title='fun dae.'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-2574701329185642675</id><published>2008-05-06T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:30:32.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok guys..&lt;br /&gt;im back from being MIA for 1 2 3 4 months i think.&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess i have update my life now =DD&lt;br /&gt;currently in Republic poly. Diploma in Aerospace Avionics.&lt;br /&gt;poly life seems fun. FOR THOSE WHO THINKS RP IS A SLACK SCHOOL, WAKE UP. THE  ONLY SLACKER IS YOU NOT THE STUDENTS. get your facts right =)&lt;br /&gt;now im having science module. karenn somehow made me blog again.. tanx karenn i guess..&lt;br /&gt;haha  now teaming up with rachel magdalene and karenn.&lt;br /&gt;good team =DD.&lt;br /&gt;IG that i have applied for is Electonic music production and Replug.&lt;br /&gt;gonna create a pop rock trance song one day. inspired by the song  preschool tea party massacre.&lt;br /&gt;hmm what should i type.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i know its been long . maybe i should update more.&lt;br /&gt;currently having a band in RP tabitha,max,nidzam and me.&lt;br /&gt;the unique thing about this band is. there are no drummer. haha.. ok not surprising since im from Replug =)&lt;br /&gt;met lots of great friends and just went for a class outing together.. well not all turn up. went to sentosa..weeehooo fun times =)&lt;br /&gt;ok  i will update soon again...=DD&lt;br /&gt;take care guys..for some, good luck for your N and O level..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zuliliee(said by karenn -.-"")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-2574701329185642675?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2574701329185642675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=2574701329185642675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/2574701329185642675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/2574701329185642675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!!!!'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-871721998457380979</id><published>2008-01-20T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:28:09.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea handphone baru ah...hahaa..best2 =P&lt;br /&gt;gotten myself a new hp..sony ericson w910i..well the reason of havin a new hp is tt my 6280 dah rosak nk mmpos..those who use my hp..knw wad i mean -.-"..omg fun sey ni hp..shake2 tuka lagu..weehoo..and other function..still explorin the hp...teehee..yesterdae went out wit dear...wentr to bugis...bought myself a shirt...dear wanted to buy dress/shirt/shoes...wah bnyk duit..tsk3 =P&lt;br /&gt;but end up only buyin shoe...hard u knw..walk2 arnd bugis just to find cheap shoes..but beli kat lua bugis street...aiyo..haha...den after tt went to vivo..ate ljs there...and then lepak at sky park...=D lepak2 there till 8.15 den alik...balik kene marah sey -.-" padehal dah bilang dah kua..and dad keep on insisting tt i went out everydae and go to town..omg...i was out everydae skating sey..and i was near my block..and i went home b4 7 sey...soo unreasonable..and now i cant go out anymore?nvm2...if i wana skate i msg my dad and go off jek...well its unreasonable...my dad shared money wit me to buy a board and end up me gettin scolded for skatin everydae -.-" ok nvm2...tts all for todae...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-871721998457380979?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-5274850344562127634</id><published>2008-01-09T05:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:07:18.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from MIA</title><content type='html'>hello readerss....=D sorry..its been a long time since i updated...been bz..very bz..okae2 fine..im lazy..it not t i don wana type but..when i wana type..there mood faded awae..u get wad i mean right..yea ko..so erm..been to lot of job interview...skate..bla3..ok so todae i quit my job at coffeeclub =D.yesterdae..i got the job..but todae i quit.. -.-" its a gd thing i quit..they serve stuff tt a muslim cant have..u knw wad i mean..i don wan to get myself influenced so i quit...yesterdae..waste my time at tt place...get my unifrom..den tt supervisor offered free dinner..well i couldnt resist..im hungry..wad u expect -.- wow the food is expensive..hit more thn $10 sia..so ordered this bolognaise spaghetti..nice sia..hmm...i have no idea wads in there...mkn jek laa.hehehe...todae when to tt place quit the job..waste mrt fare jek sey...den my fren also quitin..quit same2..kate fren2 wad =P..notin much to do todae...just went out..see the skateboard shop at THE WOODGROVE...plannin to buy one..hmm should i??..my skateboard busted dude..so need a new one...den met my dear..lepak wit her for awhile...hehe decided to kacau her..hahaha!!! abe cubit kuat sey..bnyk kali pulak..sakit siao..can still feel the sting sia....nvm2..i get u next time..bluek...den balik..download movie for psp..and download this game..BRAVE STORY...startin2 mepek sey..this bf was playin his psp..tak lyn mataer..den the gf was chasin her dog..den suddenly she die..and the bf regret not layanin her..den suddenly a magic gate open infront of him..and he can somehow change the gf fate..-.-"" bnyk drama ah ni game..tapi bile tgh adventure to change the fate..this gf beradventure wit this gerl..-.-"" even better maen timer sia ni character..Zzzz ok done playin now bloggin..ok dah mls..wana sleep..ok bye i be updatin more..i guess..teehee chiaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-5274850344562127634?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5274850344562127634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=5274850344562127634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5274850344562127634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/5274850344562127634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-mia.html' title='back from MIA'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-2308587068376344313</id><published>2008-01-01T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:53:46.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year =D'/><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>well yesterdae didnt have the time to update...lazy laa..im bz too u knw..i have a life...shiishh&lt;br /&gt;;ets see if i can remember yesterdae..hmm..well for starters,i forgot wad time i woke up -.-"&lt;br /&gt;den did my mornin routine and atin msg..ask to accompany her go cwp...got wad down there also dont knw....went she was msgin,i was chattin wit syaheed..he say MAYBE he come -.-" so will u come or not...shiishh...den at 3.30 off to cwp...eh yea i forgot yesterdae countdown -.-"..okie..HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!...go make ur resolution and make it come true..my resolution is to pass my o' level wit flyin poster clour =D and maybe buy a new hp....pfftt i have no cash how to buy..jngn harap ah my parents buy for me..Zzzzz...den met atin at library..was she studyin??hmm..gd laa kalau take my advice...or was she mcm phm g lib..hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;den off to cwp..went to hangten shop for awhile maybe wana go work at the warehouse there..if the warehouse is no different thn giordano..den forget it..ain workin in no warehouse no more...shiisshh&lt;br /&gt;den went to the place behind cwp..tt big field there..got show..and obviously atin wanted to go there to see *eherm*..nk tgk ckp jek laa..soo many excuses..hahakz bluek...the show soo sikit..me atin got bored den go sembawang sun plaza...eh wait..mane syaheed sial -.-"" tak dtng abe tak bilang Zzz... den dear msg me to teman her go marsiling lame coz got prob wit her mmry stick..kate 5 or 6 jumpe...seklai kol 7.30..hehehh..at sun plaza go walk2 arnd...follow atin go to shops...she wanted to find skirt..cheap ones..so cheapskate -.-" AHAHAHAHA!! JOKIN2...den go this shop called THIS FASHION..she assumed it was my first time in tt shop...mcm phm atin mcm phm -.-" well i went in those kind of shop coz i have 2 sis who love shoppin and bringin me arnd..okie understand ppl...den she found this skirt for 21 dolar..AHAHHA takde 1 dolar eh org tu..hehehebut didnt buy..coz ade laa reason...mls nk type..hehehe den went to mrt again otw see this bakery shop and found cream puff..hehehe okie dear i found ur cream puff..okie celebrate..wee..okie don be lame -.- ...den we went to ang mo kio hub...wah atins first time in tt place...okie..can see her face so jakun..hahakz =P den walk2..soo many shop sia...den we found skirts..well not me..her...den shouted $10 dolar..and yes u shouted atin -.-" den find2..got 3/4 skirt 4/4..full length laa...hahah i don y i called em 3/4 skirts..HAHAHA it reminded me when i was in sec 3 i told the gerls tt they should be wearin long skirts..tt reach to their shoes one..AHAHAHAHAHHA.....den found white skirts..atin didnt buy...wah gd2..she plan first b4 buyin..long term mah...must wear foreva..coz ur own cash and own personal item....and also..she need her gerls to give her gd opinion..well as a guy..i say it looks nice.. honest =D...but i don knw..u didnt wear wad..so how am i suppose to knw how it look on u....den erm walk2&lt;br /&gt;see hp..wah both of us like so jakun -.-" see here see there.. see everywhere..see the cinema pon jadi...den i wanted to go to the guitar shop..i was right infront of the door sia den the person go change the sign to close..WTF!!! okie..atin not funny..stop luffin..den go to kedai game..atin wanted to buy psp..haha plan first not buy...red colour one =D..but expensive sia..mine cheaper..hehe...den went back to cwp...otw back buy bbt den nk naek train bbt blom abis...so duduk jap dulu ah..AHAHA den tried atin non degree glasses..hahakz okie i look like an idiot..so give back...atin wear hidung mancong sial...hehee a compliment atin..not an insult...=)&lt;br /&gt;den naek train jam pack sia...i can understand y we must be kiasu at some point...hehe..den sampai cwp...g laa countdown nye tempat...den saw seri and maisurah...bello and erm..was those 2 feqah and erm ok i forgot the other one..hahakz..okie nvm..its gd to se alot of familiar faces down there...and den JENG JENG JENG...atin *eherm* AHAHAHAH!! suke sial dia...huahuahua..but den g sembunyikan muke pakai balloon...haha..den mai,seri,atin and me decided to play with helium gas..so took one more balloon..hahhaa atin minta balloon tak dpt...haha i ask then they give..hehehe...bluek...den we only use one balloon coz atin wanted the pink balloon...den sedot helium depan police..they were lookin at me as if i was sellin drugs sia..Zzz atin and mai did not prasan the police was there..seri didnt join us..she was with her frens...den i took the helium first..i talk like one moron sia..AHAHA...den atin turn..atin did not sedot sey..she put the gas in her mouth..-.-" den maisurah tried..haha she was talkin like a fool herself..hahakz..den atin tried agaiun and finally talk funny..we all talk like mouse sia....hahahhaa passin tt helium gas arnd hehe...den went back to seri..den i ahve to go off coz the time is 7.30...&lt;br /&gt;so jln laa...okie dear..i literally ran okie -.-" lmbt 10 min jek..sorry..den gave her a lil new year and anniversary present.. =]..i knw its a lil early to our anni..but who cares..hehe dah new year..hahha=P..den accompany her go marsiling..bla3 talk to to the shopkeeper..kasi mmrycard second hand sia..if it were me i want a brand new one..but nvm..since maz agreed to have tt card.. =] den go to countdown..ajak maz for awhile...den see the performances..dance2..rap2.see more familiar faces...den she bring her home at 10.30...Zzz...zul u are stupid..new year resoltion:be more smarter.den met my family...den waited for awhile den kua fireworks..weee fireworks...okie ah quite nice..wouldnt it be nicer if maz was rite beside me..see told u ppl i was a dumbass -.-" okie den balik...den on9...as per usual waited for maz to on9..cht till 4 am in the mornin...den sleep..AHAHAH i had a weird dream...i dreamt i found lots of gold coins..singapore 1 dolar coins..-.-" and guess wad happen now..my dad gave me lots of u knw mrt card where u can refund for 1 doalr coins..he gave me 14 cards sia -.-""....okie..well my dreams always come true 70%..wah..y cant i dream of findin a new hp sia..Zzz..den dear msg me...ouh gd i cant reply back..pp8 dah abis..tinggal 1 sen..Zzzz..maybe later i go top up..ade ke kedai buka nari?hmmm okie later i go see...okie gtg readers...and i the time in this blog tak accurate sey..Zzz oie nvm i'll do something abt it..kae bye..adioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-2308587068376344313?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040177919784346358.post-2524055304212450382</id><published>2007-12-30T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:23:59.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy bdae Q&apos;sandre alfaren =)'/><title type='text'>party~</title><content type='html'>well...todae basically is my lil anak sedare bdae...lucky lil gerl...hehe..HAPPY BDAE Q'SANDRE ALFAREN!!!weee suke eh dia dpt bnyk present...happy 1st bdae..dah besar jngn nakal2..jngn menggatal ngn laki..hehehe =P. sorry didnt get u anything.uncle pokai ah..blom keje..hahakz..&lt;br /&gt;started the dae by wakin up at 11.30 den as usual..did my mornin routine den on com..tsk3 tak tlng org for tt party..hehe..well nobody asked for my assistance..not my fault wad..kn3...&lt;br /&gt;den ppl started coming at 2 plus like tt....all my pakcik,makcik,nenek,atok...etc...and omg..my sis father in law was wearin red skinny jeans...wow,for an old guy..he sure knw how to look cool..hehe..kinda weird though..with his bling2 belt with the big money sign gollar thingy at the front of his belt...and his boot..wit his half botak head..hmm cool...hopefully i wont be like him when im old...hehehe...den i went into my room tak lyn sape..kua salam masok balik bilik..tts wad i did to pass the time...tanx to nabillah bello..I SPELLED UR NAME CORRECTLY THIS TIME!!!...heheh..&lt;br /&gt;for the background of this blog..and helpin me touch up abit..teach me abt bloggin..and i learn something new...u have to type &lt;br /&gt; as an enter code...ok zul is pathetic..ok shut up =P&lt;br /&gt;den met dear for awhile...jumpe mataer naek basikal,well nk budget nye pasal..teehee..wowowow she got a slim pink psp...hahaha dah ade psp den i help her put some game...have fun dear...dah ade game jngn tak lyn tau..hehehe and i need my mmry stick back plz =P... den went back home after tt..seeing her happy face make it all worth while makin me wait for her for quite some time under her block...hahah and heres the gd part..bile tgh tunggu her mum was right infront of me...and all i did was look on the floor...hehehe sorry makcik...=P&lt;br /&gt;at home saw my sis ex at my house...hmm wth is he doin here??free mkn mah..hahaha...omg he changed sia..he wore a zebra design skinny jeans tight long sleeve shirt..rambot panjang..from behind i tot ppn mane..den i look at the face...skali dia sia..omg..i tot ppn...omg....btol2 cam ppn....den he puji me abt this and tt..den i puji him back.."wah dah cam ppn eh ngn rambot panjang...."hahahakz..jk2 mah..no joke no fun..teehee...den cut the bdae gerls cake..photography session wit everybody...=D after tt bit by bit,ppl went home..dah abis party...dah semue balik g tdo..especially all the small lil rugrats who go and made a mess in my room..omg my katil buat maen..my room is filled wit barbie dolls or wadeva crap those dolls are laa eh...irritatin sey...but wad to do..kids prefer my room to play in..biase laa...i also like budak kecik wad prangai....hehhee =P cake dia sedap sial..royal cake...hmmmm~ den gt cream puff somemore..hear tt dear CREAM PUFF!!! MUAHAHAHAHA....bluek =P..one dae we go buy kae..u been cravin for it for quite some time..hehhe..but too bad the bakery shop banyak tak jual..we go find kae.. don worry...=]..ok so semue dah balik..me in my room updatin this blog for the second time..dear went off eat outside..dinner kat ane jek tau..hmmm..tak ajak org kat sini..hehe..taklaa..kat umah dah berbuffet 24 hours...hahakz..okae i wana watch american got talent...ALAA dah habis.. -.-""..ok readerz..bye tc...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-2524055304212450382?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2524055304212450382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=2524055304212450382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/2524055304212450382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/2524055304212450382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2007/12/party.html' title='party~'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8040177919784346358.post-4438919896566561311</id><published>2007-12-29T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:06:12.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first timer</title><content type='html'>okie.... firstly,im new to this thing called "blogging"....once i went against it..now im bloggin -.-" just wana knw how it feels to post a story in the net...well,honestly i have nothing to do..tts y im tryin this thing..okie i guess i be writting lots of nonsense and i don expect u ppl to understand =]&lt;br /&gt;so i guess from now on,my story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie lets start with todae...&lt;br /&gt;eh wait..y am i doin this thing again??kpo nah semue org bace...=P jk2 ppl&lt;br /&gt;okie2 nk kene jadi tak tau malu bile bloggin..aites2&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12 in the afternoon..tu ah tdo kol 4.30&lt;br /&gt;well i still wake up much more earlier thn u dear..even though i slept later thn u..bluek...&lt;br /&gt;actually i was still sleepin -.-" but tanx to ERIC SIM who woke me up by callin me...&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz..y u do tt for buddy??shiishh okie fine called me coz he got lobang for work...&lt;br /&gt;weee wad a gd fren...he gave me the numbe for the boss...&lt;br /&gt;is the boss blind or deaf?&lt;br /&gt;i msg-ed him but didnt reply..waste pp8 only sia...&lt;br /&gt;nvm2 tomorrow i try again..and also gonna called tt fcuked up giordano...&lt;br /&gt;omg its been 3 weeks man.. WHERES MY PAY???!!!... shiisshh..u guys treated me like crap and ur not payin me..ok listen up ppl..don work in giordani warehouse sale...especially malay guys..&lt;br /&gt;coz u gonna meet this moron by the name of IVAN...his bloody unfair...treats me like crap...but nah whocares..i treat like crap too...wad goes arnd come arnd ivan..remember tt..its a gd thing i didnt get ur a$$ fired by tellin the big boss u slack on the job..CAUGHT YEA~!!!! MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;okie done wit tt...hope fully this new job is better...and also got another job maybe at suntec tanx to my best buddy..shahidah..owe u lots sia...itu pon kalau dpt ah tu keje..teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to todae..no work so stay home..play the com..play my psp...play my hp..&lt;br /&gt;shiisshh cam takde life...but nvm..play com gd wad..hehe can download game,songs etc2..but don download R21 stuff ah..not gd..wait com spoil how??ah then padan muke..teehee&lt;br /&gt;den in the afternoon parents and sis when home wit lots of stuff...cam nk buat party sial..&lt;br /&gt;padehal memang tgh buat...later got party for my sis nye anak..erm..is tt call sedare??&lt;br /&gt;hmm nvm..lucky lil gerl..=D&lt;br /&gt;well her bdae mah..wait 2molo wish her..didnt buy her stuff though...NO $$$&lt;br /&gt;shiishh pakcik budget..=P&lt;br /&gt;okie now the living room is filled wit balloon..&lt;br /&gt;cam tempted to burst it..hehe..*kebaboom* YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....okie den play com till night..or mornin..didnt help out in the party thing...mls kate kn..&lt;br /&gt;hehhehe bluek....&lt;br /&gt;currently chattin with dear...had a lil misunderstandin earlier on..but its ok...dah peace..yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;=D i love her okie.. so u all shut up....&lt;br /&gt;okie cheers for the new blog...&lt;br /&gt;alamak patot nye buat bile new year sey..baru fun..bole ade countdown of the openin of my blog..ok zul jngn majiam nk phm..kae nitez peeps..kae2 semue tdo...its pass ur bedtime..&lt;br /&gt;okae...so now i feel how bloggin feels like..ok i admit i was wrong bloggers..i ADMIT ok shut up and sleep...chiaoz readerz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040177919784346358-4438919896566561311?l=loading-my-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4438919896566561311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040177919784346358&amp;postID=4438919896566561311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4438919896566561311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040177919784346358/posts/default/4438919896566561311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loading-my-story.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-timer.html' title='first timer'/><author><name>zulliiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247152688281011532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
