<?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-19909147</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:23:02.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArtyZ : 24/7 : WanTeD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909147.post-8017623633205081339</id><published>2007-11-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:19:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After The War...</title><content type='html'>Here i am, back posting after 12 months leaving this blog untouched. I guess i was kinda busy with school because of my GCE O Levels. Countless remedials, continuous revisions and homeworks, and a whole lot of hard work and &lt;em&gt;determination&lt;/em&gt;. All that, has been put to a good use in the end. As a result, it seems that the final war was quite simple though - o levels examinations. In fact, i still had to endure for about 3 weeks until its all over. As i see my other peers enjoying themselves after their sec 1, 2 or 3 end of year exams..i too believe that theres a chance for me too..and that time has come. But still, i can't always get what i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 weeks of celebrating hari raya..the collection is still not satisfactory. Hmmm, perhaps nowadasys people are being selfish or having financial problems. Apart from that comes to relationship. To me, &lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; are the two important things when it comes to relationship. Although things might not turn out as expected, its just a matter of &lt;em&gt;patience &lt;/em&gt;because sooner or later benefit will be by my side. Or should i say 'nanti ader hikmah dier..' On the other hand, my heart will always be at the same place, i will wait for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first post this year and im sure it will not be the last. Keep checking always everyone. And the tagboard will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Artyz.Waits.Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-8017623633205081339?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/8017623633205081339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=8017623633205081339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/8017623633205081339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/8017623633205081339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-war.html' title='After The War...'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115547430919621285</id><published>2006-08-13T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:05:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes Of Relief</title><content type='html'>Yea, where was I? Ouh ya, the picnic...after I 'watched' and 'disturbed' my girl cousins at the seaside, I went back to the camp shelter...now my there's sand all over my sandal and feet, had to clean it off on the grass. I drank more and more coke because I was too thirsty...then later I continued playing soccer with my cousins, but this time we used two cones on opposite sides to play, 'Handball'. Ever heard before? If not, the rules are the same as 'captains ball'. Two teams, three players each...the game starts and the other team scored that instant...lolzx, this game is really tiring. They then scored one more, but soon we scored three goals...and then one more! My team's strategy was one person to defend, one person to stand near the other teams cone, and the third person to throw the ball from a distance. In the end, my team won with score 6-4. Actually we could continue to play, but our granny told us to stop because she's afraid that 'the ball might roll over to the roadside' (and she thinks we can't catch the ball that fast) think again NENEK! HAHAHA...lolzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well eventually we stopped playing, drank more coke...the 'durian guy' came with his truck, so my aunties bought some. We had no choice but to eat them as they bought to many, and we can't drink coke if we eat the durian as the durian is heaty...therefore we drank cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later we sat down to cool ourselves...for a few seconds. Then me and one of my cousins played 'golf' with the soccer ball, and see who can hit the cone the most number of times. First it was only two of us playing, suddenly my other cousins also wanted to play. And then now its a matter of challenging one another, lolzx. Out of 5 shots, I only hit 1! HAHAHAHAHA!! I may suck in this 'golf' soccer thingy but practice makes perfect. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time flies, my uncle also 'tag' along with us. His shot was much more accurate than us...I don't know why. I then got bored because too many people were playing and I can't get the ball to hit the cone. So I had a break while they continued playing. I then went inside the tent where my girl cousins are, -they had finished swimming, eaten lunch and all dried up. They were playing 'UNO' , as I have predicted...They occupied the space where the mat was , while I have to sit on the area with SAND...now I don't know how the sand got there but I'm sure it has to be those 'people' in the tent. Hehehe, anyways I then strummed my guitar while they play cards...one of them ask me to play 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', well I did just to enlighten her. After a while, I joined in with them 'UNO'...the problem is that I can't seem to get any yellow cards or even power cards. Eventually, the 'owner of the UNO cards' won first, I did not even finish the game because we had to get out of the tent as it is time to packed up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all helped packed the food and the tent...made sure everything is in place. The time was about 5pm, and we had to leave to make way for an INDIAN family, they were going to use to shelter and barbecue. However as we were about to leave, something was wrong, I mean someone was MISSING! Unexpectedly, it was our grandpa who went missing...no one even know that he just wondered off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115547430919621285?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115547430919621285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115547430919621285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115547430919621285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115547430919621285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/08/scenes-of-relief.html' title='Scenes Of Relief'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115512163825589945</id><published>2006-08-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:07:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes Of Dedication</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I won't be writing on the Part 2 of 'The Others' post because of what happen today. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day we celebrate our country's birthday and also picnic at Changi Beach the whole day. Everyone including me were so excited to meet each other there. My cousin brought soccer ball while I brought my guitar. Our shelter site was perfect...big enough to play soccer or anything else. I ate my breakfast so I don't have to eat then, went inside the tent to play guitar with my cousin for fun then later on we all play passing and throwing. Three of us played throwing and heading but eventually our aunts told us to stop for a break as we might hit the car windows at the back if we kick or head. We then played juggling the four of us. Later break, to eat nasi lemak and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to playing soccer because thats what we did most of the time there. This time we took the cones used by 'them' to make a goal post. The usual, head-pass-head-pass-...-... and it kept going. Had a short break again, my girl cousins went to swim so I just went to the beach to 'see' them. Lolzx, I my uncle was 'exercising' while he was covered with sand on his legs. I then took out my phone to video record my girls cousins because they were too '....' ehem. The 'supermodels' were in their swim wear posing in the water while I record them. Miss USA, Miss Phillipines, and Miss Thailand. Wow, well it was really 'hot' where I was standing...if you know what I mean. I just can't help myself( went i come home i just love it love it cake i just luv cake!...CCAAKKKKEE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115512163825589945?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115512163825589945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115512163825589945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115512163825589945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115512163825589945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/08/scenes-of-dedication.html' title='Scenes Of Dedication'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115434759457692009</id><published>2006-07-31T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:06:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Others 1</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my FUNNIEST days this year so far. My whole class got the priviledge to go to Angsana Home...a home for the elderly. It is part of our CIP thing, except that we are going to a home instead of asking for donations in the public - our teacher doesn't trust most of us as we tend to play truant like watching a movie. So I guess most of my classmates would feel bored or restless when we reach the home however, NEVER underestimate the 'others'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there after school hours, by school transport...its just a short trip there about 5 minutes or so, very near to Woodbridge Hospital. Speaking of IMH, my friends thought the people in IMH are mentality retard while in the Angsana Home the people are just old and 'normal'...they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached there, i told most of my friends to 'control their smile and laughter' once we enter...if you know what I mean. Unfrotunately, they can't control...one of 'them' is already at the entrance, leaning himself on the handle bar while he drool...yuck! We were then brought to the lounge area where the 'others' hangout. My teacher then separate us into two groups...one to clean the windows and chairs and mop the floor, two to go to the dormitory to 'interact' with 'them'. Fortunately, I was in group two! Hahaha...what a surprise! Anyway, my group have to go to the dorm on the second floor. By the way, the stairway has a unique 'smell'...you don't want to touch those raillings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dormitory finally, our guide named 'Norman' showed us around the dorms...so later on we can roam freely. Later on, we passed by all the dorms, and we found out that most of 'them' were INDIANS!! Most of 'them' were sleeping...one of 'them' wore converse shoes, style eh. Some of the 'others' would sit along the corridor and do nothing.(when you do nothing nothing can go wrong...i gotta take care of my family) Ignore the words in the bracket if you don't get the joke. Anyways, when i passed by them i will smile or wave at them...some of 'them' would say 'hi' or would just stare at my face for nothing. Ouh i forgot to tell you, the guide told us that the 'others' are separated based on their behaviour on different levels. So the 'ones' who are safe are on level one and two...for three, we were not allowed to go there because 'they' got violent behaviour. However, our guide did not tell us about the last level which is the fourth level...I wonder what would happen if we go up there??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115434759457692009?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115434759457692009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115434759457692009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115434759457692009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115434759457692009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/others-1.html' title='The Others 1'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115417368342326476</id><published>2006-07-29T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:48:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Enough To Fade</title><content type='html'>There goes the week...one of my 'craziest' weeks this year so far and i don't know why. Got sick on Monday because of the HOT weather, really bad flu and my astham is BACK!! My nose kept running away, and i have to blow it every five minutes..haiz too uncomfortable. Anyways, on Tuesday I came back to school with a Sick Note for the teacher...and my Favorite teacher is now back in school since i last saw HER last july, Miss Goh...lolzx, you don't have to know about her..ehem. Wednesday was boring during school hours but after school i played futsal AGAIN, and I just seem to be 'immune' to any injuries when i get kick in the leg, ball to my face or EVEN 'down there'. More or less, i ALWAYS have to bring extra T-shirt when i play because i got 'sweating disorder'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, PE was really stressful...you know why? We played FRISBEE!!! HAHAHAHA, i mean most people may think that its a lame and boring game but its more than that. Playing the game you need alot of teamwork and concentration. The game is just like touch rugby...two teams, two try lines on each sides, about 8 players on each team, you can't move when you are holding the frisbee to pass, so your teammates have to run closer to the try line in front so you can pass to them. Quite tough at first, but later you will get used to it with the throwing accuracy and able to predict the wind direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, on Friday I had TWO CLASS TESTS...Chemistry and Maths. The Maths Test was ultra easy while the chemistry test was challenging. The topics were on Air, Water and Fuel, and i was supposed to memorised everything. Well its all over now, I hope i can improve my chemistry, lolzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to really love music, just like I love ART. Since there is an increasing amount of new songs this week, i guess i can't stop listening to music...its TOO ADDICTIVE!!! So today i got a slight headache in the morning, i don't know why...and i started to ply my ps2 AGAIN, after four weeks. Played my guitar in the afternoon, trying out new songs...and did some sketching for the design of my next year's class T-shirt. By the way, I'm also looking forward to go to the Singapore Idol roadshows just to see them for the fun of it. I still don't know what made me so crazy this week but I'm sure its something new to me...I don't mind being crazy or blackish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115417368342326476?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115417368342326476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115417368342326476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115417368342326476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115417368342326476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-enough-to-fade.html' title='Crazy Enough To Fade'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115234094957838142</id><published>2006-07-08T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:42:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Lead</title><content type='html'>Lolzx...a new term for everyone, its been two weeks passed. School life for me its average ony...however last thursday was my N Levels English Oral Exam. I did superb, because the passage was simple, the picture discussion was also easy to describe, and EVEN the conversation was much better. More or less I will pass easily...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole school week was exciting and its my debut to 'filming'. Every time after school I would saty back in school to finish up my homework(if its little) and then I would usually play Futsal with my friends. Believe me, my school's futsal is so popular that there will ALWAYS be about four teams waiting to play at the court, while other two teams are currently playing...so altogether there are SIX teams at the court. THATS BEFORE I REACH THERE. After I came, more start to come so I form team with them. So now those who have team have to be in the queue to play in the court, on a first-come-first-serve basis. AND this is how it happens everyday after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides queing in order to play, I would take out my handphone and just record a match...if its 'good' lah. I would also stand on a bench to record to get a better view but still no good. Usually the matches we play are always 3 goals, loser go out, winner stay...simple. Each match is about 10-15minutes, enough to record. Then later my friends would watch the recorded video, and I always send to them by bluetooth if they like the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school and futsal, I went out yesterday to watch movie at lido...ALONE. I watched 'Just My Luck', its kind of funny and superstitious...you all should watch it. Although I watched it alone...haiz, nevermind. Anyway, I'm getting use to my guitar now...learning the fingerings, quite painful if I strum too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the thing that is so different inside me is that I begin to like latin musics, getting good night sleeps, being more appealing than before, and one more thing. I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115234094957838142?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115234094957838142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115234094957838142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115234094957838142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115234094957838142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/born-to-lead.html' title='Born To Lead'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115122819664802514</id><published>2006-06-25T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:36:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift For Legends</title><content type='html'>Its the last day of this 'wasted' june holidays. All I have to do is...RELAX!!! Usually people will prepare everything for the first day of the second semester. As for me, I have packed up since the beginning of the holidays because I did my holiday homeworks on the first week of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has passed by, was on the 19 of June if you want to know...only THREE people remembered my birthday, so disappointing...haiz never mind. However on the bright side of it, I got presents from my family. As you may think I 'might' get toys or what ever childish stuff that comes to your mind, I surprisingly got FOUR presents. First, I got an Acoustic Guitar from my dad, together with A guitar pick...lolzx. I'm now getting used to strumming the guitar every now and then. Second, I got a new Creative Webcam also from my dad, which is better than my older one. However, I can't seem to adjust the filtering so it is abit blur...temporary only ok? Third, got a new MP3 player from my mum...the memory is just 256MB, smaller than my older one which is 1GB, but I had to share my old one with my sis, so at least this new one is all for me :P Last but not least the Fourth one, I got a new handphone...after surviving two months without a handphone...lolzx. I only got a Sony Ericsson K750i, I wanted the W810i but my parents say I have to wait after my N Levels. Well I can wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115122819664802514?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122819664802514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115122819664802514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115122819664802514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115122819664802514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/06/gift-for-legends.html' title='Gift For Legends'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-115069015031808604</id><published>2006-06-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:09:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Week, Wasted Holiday</title><content type='html'>I hate this holiday, its been fucking wasted for me since the first week. Last week I thought it would be a hell of a week but it did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to say the things I did in detail. First day had some laughs and more laughs at my cousin's house...there was nothing wrong. Second day created new jokes, all stupid nonsenses...played the ps2 with them whole day. Third day was the day that brought my life to the drain. Followed my cousin and her friend to Escape Theme Park, I was having slight cough thats all, wanted to follow them for another reason. Ate breakfast at their house, my other cousin came and then we left to Downtown East. Parked at the place and waited for my aunt's friend to arrive. They came eventually, so we now go straight to Escape...(sounds like a place for mindless people). I'm not in the mood right now...bought the tickets to enter, stood by myself did not talk to anyone. Entered the theme park right now, no one could figure out which ride to go first, so we went to the 'Rainbow'. Boring ride, I only enjoyed the screamings...next ride is the same, more like a kiddy ride - the ones like from the coffee shop. My best is just the 'Pepsi Revolution' thingy...because it really did blew me from my seat, but still no screaming from me. Next, the Haunted House, it is all total crap...I mean come on the place is so dark and all I can see is TOTAL BLACKNESS - laugh all you want because this is the only part thats funny. WE walked through the 'maze' passing all the fake dummies painted to scared people, which made my 'shirt look bigger'. Its all boring inside there, overall my favourite part in there was the air-con and the 'exit'. Went to ride the Go-Kart, long queue...our turns came, evryone had to seat in twos but I sat alone, my turn came to drive...the track was SO small and we were only given THREE LAPS, first lap was abit bumpy getting used to it, second lap was the fastest but I had to slow down due to 'traffic jams', after the the clearing I just speed up trying to catch up with the othe karts but just ended up bumping at them...after that my ride ended. After a few more boring rides, we all went to eat at the place call 'Sakura Buffet Restaurant', very long walk from the Theme Park, but I don't mind walking...ALONE, by myself...while my cousins and her friends we chit-chattin about something while walking along...my auntie and her friend were just leading in front and there I was in the middle of them all, my heart suddenly felt weak for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the restaurant, BUT my auntie's friend lost her wallet so she had to go back to the theme park to find it while we entered the restaurant first. Seated for 8, moment later we went to the buffet. Most of the foods look raw, but 'ok' to eat...took some sushi and something else and drinks back to our table. I took my time to eat thats all, first plate over...second plate over...third plate and a Shark's Fin Soup. Later saw a guy who kept looking at my cousins everytime when they went for food at the buffet, four times in total. Told my cousins about the guy, and then I just kept quiet for the next half an hour. I did not eat anymore because I'm already full up and for another reason. After everyone had eaten enough, we went back to the theme park for a second time. Same thing happen, I walked in the middle and the others were in the same positions...reached the entrance and they scanned our stamps using UV light. Went to Wet n Wild and got our clothes wet EXCEPT mine...we went to the 'Pirate Ship', for what? Everyone's reason was to ride it...and to dry their clothes. We sat in two rows, I sat in the front, waited for the ship to start moving...sitting opposite us is a Big woman and some other people, when the 'thing' started to get higher and higher, all I can hear was screaming on my left and back...my right ear went deaf for a while...after the ride stop we got out and everyone start laughing for no reason. Next we went back to the Haunted House, this time only four of us went in...so its 'up to me' while three of them pull my shirt through the house. Reached the exit, my right side of my shirt was longer than the left. Met up with the other two queuing at the 'Rainbow', I went to the toilet for a while, came back was our turn however that guy said I had to be 18...I said I was but he wanted to check my IC, no choice so no ride. We went to the boat ride fo fun until my auntie and her friend came, so we went to Wet n Wild for the second time, they bought ponchos just in case. After the ride, my shirt was not wet again...we saw our pictures in the shop, got out later together with the others to dry themselves. After a few more rides to satisfy themselves we all went home. My cousins bought drinks and fries while I stood in the BK eating shit. Soon after we were walking back towards the car and we were in the same walking positions, me in the middle, my auntie n her friend in front and the REST at the back munching what they can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in the back of the car and just kept my mouth shut as we drove back, throughout the journey I was sleeping as there was nothing to discuss or another reasons. Reached at woodlands to drop my cousins friend, waved a small goodbye then I sleep again. We reached at last, and saw my two cousin sitting at home, I bathed and then we all ate dinner. At 8pm my cousins had religious lesson so I have to sit in the other room. I got slight fever, later on to panadol...my mom called and asked me to check my temperature, surprisingy it was 38.7. And then she told me to have a cold shower, but the temperature did not go down. So later I just laid down on the bed and wrapped myself with blanket to sweat and let the heat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night, to my shockness, my dad came, he told I had to come home because I could affect my cousins. What he don't understand was that its just that my body heat is trap inside thats all, and the only way is to berak at least twice. But my dad said I still had to go home, wasted opportunity...from that moment onwards I kept quiet. I said goodbye to my auntie, and then we rode home, arrived home I did not say anything...just went straight to bed because I'm tired and another reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT MORNING I SHIT TWICE AND MY FEVER WAS GONE. NOW I DON'T KNOW WHO TO FORGIVE, WHO TO THINK OF OR LOVE. THIS HAS BEEN A WASTED WEEK, A WASTED HOLIDAY AND A WASTED BIRTHDAY FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-115069015031808604?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115069015031808604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=115069015031808604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115069015031808604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/115069015031808604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/06/wasted-week-wasted-holiday.html' title='Wasted Week, Wasted Holiday'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114940715665825231</id><published>2006-06-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:45:56.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Holidays</title><content type='html'>What a surprise that this june holidays I guess I'm not so free after all. So far the first week I have finish all my holiday homeworks, and done my early revision for the 'N' level in October. This would just give me a head start...last thursday and friday had to finish my 'batik' painting, so far I done the coating on my silk...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been a boring one, sitting at home doing nothing, just watch TV and play with my kitto. She scratch me twice...one at my left thigh and the other at my left palm hand. Not that painful because my dad  cut her claws last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule for this week:&lt;br /&gt;5 June: 9-11.30am - E Maths Lesson&lt;br /&gt;             11-4pm - Art (gotta finish my batik)&lt;br /&gt;6 June: 11-4pm - Art (must be 50% complete)&lt;br /&gt;7 June: 9-11am - A Maths Lesson&lt;br /&gt;             12-4pm - Art (must finish waxing the paints and 75%)&lt;br /&gt;8 June: 11-4pm - Art (must do some finishing touches as deadline is today)&lt;br /&gt;9 June: 9-11am - A Maths Lesson&lt;br /&gt;              11-12.30pm - Meet with friends and then go Chinatown to have lunch&lt;br /&gt;              12.30-1.45pm - Go Mosque at Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;              2pm-6pm - Juvenile Court Open House, High Tea, Walk to Riverside Point,&lt;br /&gt;                                   Boat Ride from there to Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;10 June: 11-1pm - Family Photo Taking&lt;br /&gt;11 June: 4pm onwards - Commence of Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for this Week I guess...I have planned to watch movie sometime this week, got a surprise for my cousins...BUT things did not well, so its cancelled. Just made my heart weak, and depressed. All I wanted was to......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114940715665825231?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114940715665825231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114940715665825231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114940715665825231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114940715665825231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-holidays.html' title='June Holidays'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114708799204788919</id><published>2006-05-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:33:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born 2 (Not ME!)</title><content type='html'>Seven new Pics total, 5 of my 'kitto' pics, the first 2 is my pic...juz ignore it if u hate it...if not..ehem! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/margie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/margie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/margie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/margie5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/margie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/margie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/margie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/margie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/margie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/margie3.jpg" 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/19909147-114708799204788919?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114708799204788919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114708799204788919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114708799204788919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114708799204788919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-born-2-not-me.html' title='New Born 2 (Not ME!)'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114657561401066960</id><published>2006-05-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:13:34.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/Margie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/Margie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/1600/Margie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1980/320/Margie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Only manage to take two photos of 'her' bcos of her nakal-ness... I cant even hold her properly...hahaha anyway, just to show you all my new 'friend' in the house...I will be taking more 'POSES' of her as soon as i get her to stand still ;) Peace out The Artyz is In Maintenance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114657561401066960?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114657561401066960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114657561401066960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114657561401066960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114657561401066960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-born.html' title='New Born'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114336289890003826</id><published>2006-03-26T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:48:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gathering</title><content type='html'>After months of anticipation, days of no patience, years of no dying, centuries of nonsense...a family gathering has been organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and my sis didn't want to go as they were so called 'tired', so only me and my dad while he will meet me at the Park after his work. Since I got no transport, I took Mrt to Eunos so that my uncle could fetch me towards East Coast Park. almost a 2hour journey there but it was VERY worth it. Reach at my destination...uncle parked the car then followed him to the camp/ barbecue pit. Most of my cousins came already, they saw me in a distance like they never see me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed of my Joga Bonito Wrist Band then took out my ball so that my cousins could play. I pitched up my 4-man tent with two of my cousins...was quick and easy. My girl cousins were gossiping, and I do not intend to know...hehe. Later played juggling with my cousins while the sun had already set, my uncles were setting up the barbecue and preparing the foods. I tried doing the juggle, 'Ronaldinho Style' , twice so far...while my cousin try to do, he did...but rebounce, play cheat eh? Lolzx, we stopped playing until the sky was darkening, because my soccer ball got no air in it and they brought the pump but no pin...so we just sat at the benches at the barbecue pit with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went the chicken wings and the sausages are barbecued, we started eating. Someone ate the chicken wings like a pig, and I won't tell who is it. The chickens are nice because of the sweet taste of honey, while the sausages are 'long' and 'tasty'...my cousin ate the skin of it so that...ermm if you know then please change the subject. Later came the lamb chops, one of my favourites although its the most fattening but its tender. After eating we drank apple juices and then sat at one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while my auntie asked me and my cousin to feel up the kettle and pail with water. However, the challenge is that we have to get water from the toilet, and its quite far from here, not only that, imagine how are we going to carry the pail of water back? Anyway, on the way there, we were like karang guni+agu casmir as we all knock the pail and kettle like 'ORANG GILA'. Then whenever we pass by any radio or people playing guitar, we just follow the rhythm as if we were professional chingay perfomers. Instead, we look more like the Thaipusam...the Park was really crowded, and full of 'Ang Mohs' including a live band playing Smoke In The Water by Deep Purple. We also cant see some of those people at the beaches because its too 'dark' unless they smile then its another thing. Reached the toilet, which is near to McDonalds, filled up water then went back. I had to carry the pail as my other cousins were to 'weak' to carry. My hands soon turn red, so I had to stop to change hand to carry...I told my cousins I had to stop every '5 Yao Mings' to change hand, but unfortunately I spilled some water on my pants. Ten minutes later we were back at our campsite( we 'conquered' the land with six tents around the barbecue pit) and my pants are dried already...the three of us drank water as soon as possible, so tiring, so we sat down for a while and talked...later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114336289890003826?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114336289890003826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114336289890003826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114336289890003826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114336289890003826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/gathering_26.html' title='The Gathering'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114285783543246840</id><published>2006-03-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:30:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Isolation Part 3</title><content type='html'>Like I said, on the way to Plaza Singapura, three of my cousins seem to have their OWN 'idea' of having fun...they tried to walk with the same footsteps side by side, like models...haha. To them, they look like it, but to the public(including me) they look like commited girls from the mental institution :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  we came passed one of our most respected places, the Istana or what ever. My distant cousins look surprised, and they even asked me to enter the gates, haha, it looks more like the gates of HELL to me. We reached Plaza Singapura, while my three other cousins were still crazy about 'modelling'. Went straight to the lift to the top floor at Golden Village...bought the ticket for The Shaggy Dog for 5 persons, or should I say, 1 adult and 4 childrens...you know what I mean, hehehehe. My cousins bought popcorn, as for me I just bought a Twistie but my distant cousin was upset as she wanted another popcorn so she could share with me. Well its too late, so we immediately entered the cinema when our movie started as soon as we seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched and laughed and watched and laughed and then the movie ended promisingly. One of my cousins said she had to go back home as soon as possible because her mum had no key. So we did hurried out of the cinema and to the MRT station as my mum had already nagged me about being so late. I had no choice but to send my distant cousins back to my granny's. We said goodbye to my cousin who had to hurry home. While my other cousin followed us back because her family is also at my granny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to buy two single trip tickets for 'them' again, and there goes my $7.20 again...aww man, haha. Long journey back again, orchard to dhoby ghaut, dhoby ghaut to sengkang, sengkang to rumbia. By the way, when we were in the LRT to Rumbia station, my cousin gave up her seat to a lady...how considerate, but the thing is...shes sitting on the part where there are only two seats. She sits on one seat, with someone else sitting beside her, then later that someone stood up while she gave up her seat to that lady. Now the weird thing is that, why did she gave up her seat when the one beside her is already empty? Don't ask me, ask HER :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at my granny's, we all looked tired but we're not. Went to the bedroom with my distant cousins to cool off for 2minutes and then I went to pray. After that, I sat in the room to cool off and relax a little bit while my cousins complained that we forgotten to take neoprints. Its not my fault, we just did not have enough time. So we just talk and gossip here and there( feel like I'm turning to a girl) until my niece came. Played with her in that room until we were told to eat dinner, and tonight's special, KFC!! Washed my hands, and digged in, I said dig in to eat, not dig in something else. I took the crispy chicken, ate and ate and ate together with some fries. Granny brought tea(ehem) to our table but its still hot, so we cant drink yet. Ate another chicken, same part(the most obviously chicken part) as my previous one. While eating, my distant cousin sort of choked abit until her tears came out...I asked her why she laughed but she say she don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my auntie and other cousins came, it was really a surprised to me that they came. Soon after eating, I drank my tea(ehem) and washed my hands and went back into the bedroom to gossip like 'girls' again. Talked and talked...my cousin, the one who loves to whisper, borrowed my handphone just to check my messages. A while later, I 'showed off' my Joga Bonito wrist band, and then I took out the 'Today' newspaper to lookup on sports. As for my cousin only cared about the photos, especially funny ones, example 'Agu Casmir' , most of you won't know what is it about, only me and ONE person know about HIM, that made him laugh like hell. One of my distant cousins was sick so she ate her cough medicine and laid on the bed while two of us sat on the bed. Then we talked about school, and gossip again. It all ended like about 10pm or so, until we all had to go home. I took my bag and said goodbye to my distant cousins, then my I 'tompang' one of the CARS with my cousins, and then they dropped me at my carpark. Waved goodbye to all of them, and especially to my niece...I waved to her all the way to my lift landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went home, and bathe, and slept, I could not wait for the weekend as another occasion is soon to commence, a family gathering. Well, thats how I spent this day, with 'No Isolation'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114285783543246840?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114285783543246840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114285783543246840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114285783543246840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114285783543246840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-isolation-part-3.html' title='No Isolation Part 3'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114276565053042637</id><published>2006-03-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:25:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Isolation Part 2</title><content type='html'>On the way to orchard, we had to transfer one at sengkang and next at dhoby ghaut. By the time we reached at orchard, my 'furious' cousin have waited 'so long' for us at the popular bookshop. Ouh and before that, she did not even know that theres a popular bookshop at orchard station! And she kind of argued abit to me on where and where to meet...hehe...but that was all over when we 'found' her on the second floor. Well at least there's no rule on what clothes are we suppose to wear, but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My distant cousins chat with her, while I just listen to her 'reason' of timing frm her school-home-orchard basis. Called my other cousin whose on the way, so we went inside Popular first...look at the books, books, and more books...and some games. Fifteen minutes passed, until she came, with the same clothes I'm wearing but luckily not the same pants! Now that everyone is here, so its off to Orchard Road, I mean we ARE ALREADY in Orchard but NOT on the pavement sides...forget it I'm talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to eat first, and I asked everyone 'what they wanted to eat?' They ALL answered, 'ANYTHING'. Can you people please be more specific? If you say anything means I can just shove a rock in you mouth or maybe if we are lucky enough to find bird droppings...you know what to expect right? So I chose the location to go to Takashimaya(uncertain spelling), we walked through Wisma Atria, through the underpass and soon we arrived at our saviour food specialist, Macdonalds. My distant cousins said the place was HUGE, as for me its just a normal, daily routine walking around this so called 'attraction'. We found a place to seat, lucky enough, while I when straight to order my meal. Mcspicy Meal, no upsize, having here...its always the usual for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to our table, and the GIRLS did one thing only, that is stare at me eating. I don't know why they don't want to eat but I feel that I'm the centre of attraction. I just keep on eating, while they 'admire' my method of 'devouring' my burger. During my centre of attraction, my distant cousins beggingly wanted Mcflurry...I could not say no so I bought it, after I finish my meal. Eventually, I bought two Oreo Mcflurry...finished my drink and we left to watch movie at Cathay. The journey from Taka. to Cathay is about 10minutes, and my cousins should probably finish their mcflurry by now, but they still are. When to the ticket counter at Cathay, but all our desired movie timeslots are sold out. So we did not watch movie after all...we went to the Heeren just because 'one' of us(not me) wanted to buy a BEAR for her friend. We went to the top floor, at the 'bear shop'. Mum called to ask me where am I and if I have eaten yet...the four GIRLS played with some of the softoys that had rather large FOOTINGS. Most of them look cute, until we came across a cat plushie, the cutest of all. When we asked how much its costs, everyone could faint, it cost $80! I mean would you spend that much on a plushie to show how close are you with your friends? Well, yes of course, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the ONE who wanted to buy, bought a $20 rabbit plushie...the cashier helped to wrapped it, which took 15minutes, so we all just walked around the mall. Its like a maze on the top floor, you really can get lost. Time passed and went back to redeem our plushie just for her. We went to 7-Eleven after that to buy snacks...I bought mash potato for me and for my cousin while others bought drinks...sat at a quiet and 'peaceful' corner to eat. Loved the mash potato, too delicious, I went to buy a Big Gulp after that while the rest waited at our resting place. I mixed 100 Plus, Coca-Cola and Sprite together, which tastes weird but nice. Shared with my other cousins, until I decided that we watch movie because my distant cousins told their mum that they 'might' be home late. They got so happy like monkeys, then we walked to Plaza Singapura to watch, The Shaggy Dog...the journey from our resting place to our destination is a 10minute walk, feels like 2hours when I walked with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114276565053042637?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114276565053042637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114276565053042637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114276565053042637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114276565053042637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-isolation-part-2.html' title='No Isolation Part 2'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114247352345388507</id><published>2006-03-16T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:45:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Isolation Part 1</title><content type='html'>Its the second part of the 3 weeks experience, just a very exciting and weird week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, my distant cousins came to singapore on Tuesday, they decided to sleep at my granny's house. Its been a while since I last saw them, that was 3months ago, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day from their arrival, I woke up early to go to school for ART lessons, so boring..prefer to do work at home, but anyway.. I brought extra clothes for later and my portfolio too. Went to school after that...so boring through the journey as I did not bring my mp3 along because I forgot to recharge my battery. Waited for 30 MINUTES outside the Art Room, haiz, found out that my Art teacher brought her son too for no reason, I think. Sat in class, did my prepatory works, graphics, layout, blah blah blah....I guess you already know by now right? As I looked at the clock I waited and waited until its almost time for me to go which is at 1pm, BUT the teacher went out to buy something to eat for her son, and at that time, it was already 10minutes pass one! I could not wait for her any longer...so I just went off without her knowing as I know I'm already late, as 'some of you know why'. Ran to toilet to change, giordano, levi's and deodourant :P Ran again out of school and to Hougang Station, stopped at Sengkang, ran up to the LRT aboard it, stopped at Rumbia...go out, and ran all the way to my granny's house. By the time I arrived, you people know what happens when I sweat right? It does not stop, not until I sit still for 2 hours. Went in the house talk to my auntie and granny, my grandpa forgot my name, waited for those two distant cousins to 'finish what they are doing' in the room. When they got out we left the house without any hesitation...on the way to the station, my cousin, who I am meeting with later, kept messaging me on ' where r u? ' about 5 times...lolzx she can't wait any longer because she's already at Popular at Orchard where we are supposed to meet, and we are still in Sengkang. Well, what can I do now? Fly there? Lolzx, just took my time. I had to buy 2 single trip tickets for my cousins, they got 'no money' , and one single trip ticket from rumbia to orchard is, $3.60 !!! Haiz, there my $7.20 gone....never mind. Took the LRT, stopped at Sengkang, took the NEL, stopped at Dhoby Ghaut, took the RED line, stopped at Orchard...I made everything short throughout the journey right? The three of us did not talk much, just those COMMON QUESTIONS people ask like 'Have you eaten?' or 'How are you?' or maybe 'Where are you going?'. So boring'LAH' is people ask like that, why don't they ask 'Do you want to talk?' or 'What is that smell?'... Or if those still don't satisfy, you can ask, in my way, 'Saya punya anak..' or 'Yen nar dae?' or 'you got Tea a....?' ehem, HAHAHAHA don't mind me, I'm not as crazy as you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 1 - read it as soon as possible ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114247352345388507?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114247352345388507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114247352345388507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114247352345388507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114247352345388507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-isolation-part-1.html' title='No Isolation Part 1'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114247133845600128</id><published>2006-03-16T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:08:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joga Bonito</title><content type='html'>Its REALLY been a while since my last post which is about 3 weeks ago. This whole week is one satisfying week...the truth is, im confused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the end of the first term and the beginning of the march holidays. I participated in the Nike Joga 3 Futsal Tournament which was held in school. Well the rules are, 3 on 3, three minutes, only first goal wins, and if neither team scores both are eliminated out of the court. The game is like a league, where ALL the teams get a chance to play, so they have to line up and wait for their turn to play. As for me, my team consist of me, and my 2 other malay friends...and we named ourselves, 'Boiz Kampung'. Lolzx, weird team name, but I'm not the one who chose that name...my friends did. After two hours of playing for ALL teams, the tournament came to an end. Now the officials will round up the scores, and the team which have the most WINS gets to represent our school. Well my team only had 2 wins, 2 loss, and 1 draw out of 5 matches. Suprisingly, the winning team was the one that I told them before the tournament that they were going to win. They had a total of 8 wins out 10 games! Thats because thay played not only with the upper sec but also the lower sec, and the teachers. Well thats all, after that everyone went home, and the REAL tournament is in May where our winners challenge other schools, and if they WIN, I don't know what to expect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114247133845600128?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114247133845600128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114247133845600128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114247133845600128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114247133845600128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/joga-bonito.html' title='Joga Bonito'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-114059474508683743</id><published>2006-02-22T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:52:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since my last post...probably about a week I think.  Today is what I called it 'boring', because I did not go to school for no reason... though I'm at home, I rather go out somewhere. Anyway, its glad for me that I'm sec 4...because those lower secs are having their common test around the corner, good luck to them all. And they probably be not online this often...education comes first right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for me, all I can think now is the march holidays. If you know why, you will understand...I have saved as much money for that whole week, if you want to know why...you have to wait till march. Fortunately, that whole week includes some study and some fun, but mostly...both. So far I have plan through that week already, together with my 'family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this post is quite 'short', im willing to update more often, except for thursdays and fridays...Sports HEATS  and Badminton. By the way, I have made another blog regarding my life wanting to be an artist. Nevertheless, I hope to see ALL my cousins on the upcoming holidays...really, I mean it...unless if you all are quite busy, then I we will just go our separate ways......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-114059474508683743?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114059474508683743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=114059474508683743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114059474508683743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/114059474508683743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113992340908451194</id><published>2006-02-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:23:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>1 February 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up not that early this time, don't feel like it. Got up and ate some 'Ruffles' while watching tv...soccer as usual. Watched for about an hour, later then went to the balcony to admire the view...tried to call someone using my handphone but no answer. Parents woke up soon, nothing to do so I went to bathe...nice bathroom, but very lousy lighting...the light was above the sink and the toile bowl, I had to bathe in the dark in the shower! Prepared everything, packed then we went down to eat breakfast...ate one egg prata while drinking 'teh'...not funny. Finished eating...then went back to our room to clear up everything...checked out immediately after that, getting a last glance of the hotel's room. Waited for a taxi at the hotel entrance, press this sort of 'button' at the stairs for the taxi...kind of cool when the taxi came automatically, a last glimpse of the entire hotel that changed my social life. Went to 'Keretapi Malaysia' or KTM...large and spacious place there, almost one third the size of our terminal two airport. Waited for our train to arrived at about 2:44pm to be exact, in the meantime, we just walked around...bought sunglasses, mum bought chicken rice just in case we get hungry in the train later on. Went to an Adidas shop just to check out the shoes...none could not be compared with mine...all were outdated. Seated at the waiting area after that, I wore my 'beretino', its what people call it an artist hat...waited for half an hour until our train came. Got in the train to get comfortable in our listed seats...luckily our luggage was able to fit into the shelf above. So long after the train departed from KL, another last glimpse of Kuala Lumpur...took out my MP3 as the train moved. A long trip back to Singapore which took roughly about 6 hours...with 9 stations in between. Very restless throughout the journey, so the train inspector played a dvd movie on the train, Batman Begins...just watched it for fun.  Kept on listening to the same song on my mp3, 'crazy' by Simple Plan, about 64 times..to be exact, just to remember the times I had in Melaka and KL, the happiness, the joy, the fun, and the love with my families. Slept for an hour...and another hour, so bored...soon I ate my chicken rice after 5 stations and drank milo 'HOT'...the first meaning. Stayed awake after that while listening to the 'same' song and watching Batman Begins. Sunsets before the train reaches Johor, the movie was almost finishing too...my mp3 got battery weak, after using two batteries. Train arrived at Johor at last, did not need to get off...train move again, this time to Singapore...along the causeway, I took a final glimpse of Malaysia, finally reached to Woodlands Checkpoint. Fortunately, I managed to pass the detector, they did not suspect the game I brought in the bag...safe at least for now. Long walkway to the taxi stand...together with a very long queue, but taxis kept coming none stop. Our turn came...placed our luggage in the booth and drove back to our much desired home. Arrived home, did not unpack anything as my parents were very tired. As for me, I tried to contact my cousins and distant ones...waited for their reply, but it never came. Went to bed after that, and then went to sleep...dreamt that I could go back there again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this short trip stops here. Now all I can think of is to go Malaysia. It really changed alot for me after the trip, not only my emotional feeling, but also my standard of living. Those times we spent together, the joyness and friendship and trust with one another. A promise that will be kept forever in my heart...till death do us part...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113992340908451194?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113992340908451194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113992340908451194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113992340908451194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113992340908451194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/short-trip-part-2.html' title='Short Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113911923502160892</id><published>2006-02-11T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:22:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well its the first post of this monthof February. Juz got back from Kuala Lumpur on Wednesday night feeling uneasy and sad. The following are the personal recounts of the five-day trip to Malaysia which should I say is rather....SHORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 January 2006&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and left home before sunrise...went to Johor to take bus to Melaka. Arrived at Melaka Sentral...got lost abit but called my uncle and took taxi to the address. Found out we were the first among our relatives to arrive there at my cousin's house. Ate lunch as soon as possible in their new house which was quite near to their older one. Sat outside with my cousins and chatted while admiring how wonderful kitten shit can be...when they are like peanut butter. Waited outside and talk nonsense until my other cousins came after 3hours. Sat outside again but had to take care of the kittens. Got bitten by red ants that left a mark on my foot. Nightfalls and followed my cousins to the supermarket to buy ice and drinks...in the end bought it at KFC. Went back to the house soon the fireworks came up to the night sky continously. Went to sleepover at my other cousins house as the current was 'overloaded'.....first day was plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 January 2006&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to pray and became the first to bathe to avoid any disruptions in the toilet. Ate some biscuits and drank tea...listened to Mp3 while my nephew, also known as 'chucky', distubed me. Went straight to previous cousin's house after all were ready to go. Prepared things and ran errants before the ceremony started. Followed my cousins to the mart named "SENYUM" in malay BUT it was closed...waste of time going there but we enjoyed walking back under the SUN...throwing STONES in open BINS. Waited in the bedroom with my same cousins playing 'Hangman"...no choice but to play. After that listened to MP3 with my Closer-Than-Far cousin....went to the other room for fun...showed them my wallet for no reason. They started opening pockets. Try to take away something in it but quarreled with my CTF cousin as she tried to see what was hidden inside. Got angry and I threw the wallet...went to see the ceremony by the stairs..soon she came to try to apologise, not that easy at that time. Had to help wash the dishes for them together with my two other cousins...but we got disturbed by "chucky" who kicked sands at us. Rested after the '1st wave' finished...our uncles later took turns with us...ate lunch after everyone did. Went inside to take photo with family and cousins...my CTF cousin wanted to bring me to her friends house for CNY...did not want to as I'm still upset. Went to my uncle's side 'kampung' INSTEAD of staying at the house. Longtrip there but was worth it...could see the MOST beautiful scenery in my life...the sunsets by the sea. Sat there for 30minutes while drinking tea and ate puffs then went back. Nightfalls and the fireworks came up again...change to pyjamas later on. Emotions came when everyone except my family slept at the other cousin's house....sat quietly upstairs as they all packed up to go there. Farewell to them as they left...ran up to the bedroom to sleep straight away...with sadness in my mind. Couldn't sleep...got up in the middle of the night and drew the unfinished drawing for my CTF cousin...just as a memory. Went back to sleep...turned on my MP3...listening to the song I hear the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 January 2006&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to pray again and bathe the earliest...as usual. Got ready to leave including my family....my uncle sent us to Melaka Sentral. Wave goodbye as we left for KL by bus...trip took 2hours...did not sleep...feeling rather worried about my other cousins too. Arrived at KL...mum called my auntie...said they reached KLCC before us. Took taxi to KTM to buy train tickets to Singapore on tuesday but were sold out...had to buy on wednesday train. Took the monorail from KL Sentral to KLCC to meet with them all. Reached there on time and had lunch eventually at the food court with them.....BUT they finished eating already...so disappointed. After that, followed my cousins in their OWN TRANSPORT together to the hotel...or should I say, Apartment Suites. All of us were separated in three rooms each. Admire the view from each rooms...went to explore the rooms too. Got bored...went to the room where my cousins are and played with my niece. Went out to the balcony to talk with my CTF cousin to apologise one another while listening to KL radio stations. Found out that my other girl cousins were upset with her...don't know why...I heard its something that has to do with toilet. Talked to her for about half an hour...then we tried to explore the hotel BUT...we got stuck on the ground floor. Reason was that the hotel levels are ONLY accessible using the Card given by them. Both of us got embarrassed...and ask the concierge to give us a hand back to the level where we were. Went back to the fourth floor where we were just now...this time we followed my sister up to the pool side....from there we could see almost all of KL...including part of Genting. Did not swim...don't ask why. Everyone left their luggage in the hotel as we all are going out to one of the largest malls in KL....MegaMall. A huge mall with no time to explore as we went to 'Nandos', a restaurant similar to 'Kenny Rogers', my favourite. Me and my cousin made reservations while others try to regroup. Made a shock to the "female" WAITER when we ask for table for 27. Went in and got comfortable...ordered set meals for all 27 of us. Washed hands, foods and drinks came simultaneously...ate and ate every dish there is we ordered. Finshed up anything thats possible to eat...went to rest somewhere in the mall with my cousins while our uncles and aunties go to the supermarket. Few minutes later followed my mum and dad go CC to check the hotel bookings. Regroup with the rest after that at the parking lot...TRIED to go back to the hotel but had to mistakes...first we missed one of the exits on the highway...second we went the wrong way...instead of turning right, we went up straight to the bridge TOWARDS A GOVERNMENT BUILDING WHICH IS BLOCKED. First time in my life had I seen four cars reversing together....INCLUDING to other unknown cars that stupidly followed our way. Eventually found the hotel...something happened. Changed to my pyjamas as soon as we got back to our rooms. Went to the other room where my distant cousins are, told them if they wanted to stay up till 3am....but it was not a good time. There were full of sadness in that room..so I could not ask them. Went back to my room to sleep immediately with my cousin...the rooms were all cramp...some slept on the sofa bed. Wanted the night to be long...but things did not go well as expected.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 January 2006&lt;br /&gt;Could not sleep the whole night...one reason was that one of my cousin occupied more space than me...and second was that something was in my mind.. Wanted to wake up at 3am...but because of the crying and sadness I just could not persuade them to wake up too...continued lying down...not tired. Bathe at around 5:30am...lucky there was hot water. Took about 2 hours until everyone was up, including "chucky". Well, lets separate all of us into rooms...Room 1 is my room, Room 2 is my grandparents with my aunties, and Room 3 is 'gladly' my CoUsIn'S room. Went into room3 to see my two cousins. All were still asleep except for one...went to the balcony to chat while she's still in her pyjamas...ouh and one more thing, room3 is the only room that has a jacuzzi. Rm 1 went down to eat breakfast...'prata'...'nasi lemak' or FAT rice I think and 'teh'...not funny. Bought chewing gum with my cousins while buying packets of food for my distant cousins. Went to Room 3 instead of my room... just to check on my niece and cousins. Packed up all our clothes...went back to room1. Discussion over who wants to go to 'Masjid India' its like a market bazaar somewhere in KL...heard from my cousin that it was kind of boring going there...distant cousin didn't wanted to go so I did not too. Until times were so desperate, she eventually followed them out...while I had to stay with my two cousins and grandfather in room2...watching tv and fooling around. One crazy hour we had in the room...turned to a channel with indian people and we all started laughing for no reason, I mean usually people laugh when they start talking right? But two of my cousins laughed looking at their faces which made me laugh with them too. Found out that grandpa was getting more older as he cant remember who belong to who...for example he forgot my name and he forgets who son belongs to one of my aunties. Things were getting more stupid and crazy when I try to pass a pillow sofa from the bedroom to the balcony by the window where my cousin was standing. Then tried to pass a sofa which made him laugh until his stomach pain. Lastly...joking around...I tried to pass my grandpa through the window outside and to the balcony....kind of stupid act I guess. Even though we did such crazy stuff in the room together, happiness does not satisfy me as I was disappointed with someone though. Three of us...I mean four of us slept for 2 hours until they came back...I had to open the door as I had the key. Uncle bought 'God of War' for me...still felt tired, sat on the sofa with the rest of my cousins and confronted one of them. Mum and aunties bought chestnuts but got no appetite to eat...don't ask why. Soon our cousins figured out that I had to stay one more day without them despite of train tickets. So upset by then...but never mind. We went out after that but this time with them to lunch. Don't know why we had to eat so far from the hotel...arrived behind time. Sat in an air-con area...no choice but to eat abit...drank coke and the foods were ordered.***** Well...I quite 'enjoyed' the food though...but my cousins were quiet, so was I. Went to the sink outside after that...my CTF cousin tried to confront me regarding me quietness since they came back from Masjid India. In the end, I just answered, "nothing...", get the point? Well I guess not. Stay out of the air-con area...away from others, until 'chucky' came. All were saying their farewell to my family...soon we all got in the cars again..just to send my family back to the hotel. Boring journey back there...soon after arrival, we made ends meet...wave goodbye to my cousins, as well as my distant ones, while I stood at the hotel entrance. Kept on waving at them...as they all thought I was not 'sad' anymore, but they were wrong. Although they have seen my 'happy' face as they left, but what is felt inside my heart, I still felt alone. Family and I went back to our new hotel room...I slept as soon as possible, woke up an hour later and got flu and fever...don't know "HOW" or "WHY" I got sick. Got ready to go out with my family...went to the lobby and saw the "crazy" video by Simple Plan, what a coincidence..could explain "how I got sick", if you know...;) Believe me, the whole day without my cousins was B-O-R-I-N-G. We went to the KL city square...for nothing as most shops were close except for Dunkin' Donuts -_-". Later went to "Chow Kit"...a place that's similar to "masjid India"...bought belts there. Then we went to Bukit Bintang by the LRT...place was like Orchard Road, 'quite' nice. Haiz...one boring place after another as we go. Waste of time going these places unless...if you know my reason. Went back to the hotel again, slept earlier...Can't sleep, dreamt about the trip...the end of the first BORING day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113911923502160892?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113911923502160892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113911923502160892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113911923502160892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113911923502160892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/short-trip-part-1.html' title='Short Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113775735446354120</id><published>2006-01-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:42:34.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that its been quite a while since I last posted...lolzx, and I apologise for that. So far, this week has been a 'surprising' one.. though I have not claimed its good or bad, but I do feel satisfied going to school... meeting my friends and teachers. However I had also a rough week too when I had tons of homework to be done... but all are done quite thoroughly and carefully. In other words, I did the homework as if I knew the answer already.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, MOST of the homeworks given through out the week is more or less,... simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I tried was to manage and organise my time wisely and equally. Well for my plan was that I did my ALL my homework first...then I will do the other necessary stuff later. When I'm done, I will frequently do the usual 'thing' evryday, and that is... going online on MSN and listening to music. Its like I'm living the same day everyday or something, like as if I've got premonitions for the next day and the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so called 'routine' because I don't have a sense of humour. Perhaps I should do something different each day, for example.. go cycling, play PS2 or something, and maybe even take a NAP! Haha...well you all should know how I feel..right? I mean how do you feel when you are doing the same THING over and over again everyday? You would feel bored right? Thats my point, because if you always do the same thing repeatedly...you will never try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this, anyway, I had to finish designing my class shirt by next week...haiz... not only that, they are not giving enough art lessons in school. I feel depressed, but now I will rely on my free periods. Thus, the movie I just watched today is awesome by the way, and if you want to know which movie...erm. Well its for me to know and for you to find out! Hehehe...lolzx! PEACE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113775735446354120?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113775735446354120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113775735446354120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113775735446354120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113775735446354120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/week.html' title='The Week'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113714515140110842</id><published>2006-01-13T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:39:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separate Worlds</title><content type='html'>Haiz...well what do you know...its almost the end of the second week of schooling...lolzx. I guess most people have "woke up and smell the coffee"...but some are still not..YET.... The rest of my week in school is always ascending to the next level, as in theres no turning back, back to your past, back to your mistake, back to my misery. All I can do now is concentrate not only on my studies, but my effort. Therefore I will be different this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, companionship isn't a simple problem to settle in school, because eventually some of your friends will quietly ignore you and soon they will be separated from you. My guess is that perhaps they have changed their attitude and behaviour together with making new friends that share the same things in common. Thats how I felt though my secondary years, feeling rather sad and depressed of those who have simply 'changed' friends...all of a sudden..haiz.&lt;br /&gt;However, on the other hand, this situation could have been occured maybe because of their New Year Resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, even though I have lost some and gain some, sometimes I just have to bear with it though it makes me feel rather depressed. As for now, friends are important to me and everyone too, because they keep you company and comfort you too. Whenever you are feeling down, they are always there for you...and that is why friends make a difference to your work and life...just like separate worlds binding together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113714515140110842?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113714515140110842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113714515140110842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113714515140110842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113714515140110842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/separate-worlds.html' title='Separate Worlds'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113668731344254266</id><published>2006-01-08T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:28:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship</title><content type='html'>Today I feel its just like any other day...when i do my daily routine etc... But whenever I do the unthinkable, I feel rather surprised. The reason is that I got my so called "Edusave Scholarship" at the CC this morning. Being a special someone is like being the odd one out. But sometimes you just have to be yourself as in THE ONE..lolzx. I kind of get this feeling inside me when I did something good or special..in other words, premonition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the award is really amazing for those people who got it. As for me, its just like an annual 'salary'. Thats because I got the edusave award since secondary 1, yeah three times already. Its not that im a show off, I just found out that who I am really makes a difference to life. Therefore, if I have a lack of confidence, I won't be getting the awards consecutively by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess that you all wanna know what am I GOING to do with the money right? Hehehe...well I haven't decided yet, but I'll just keep it in the bank momentarily, satisfied? I guess not... for 'some' people...no offence ah? HAHA...btw all I wanna say lastly is that, being in Normal stream isnt that bad but once you cope with your studies, you can achieve anything in work or in life ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113668731344254266?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113668731344254266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113668731344254266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113668731344254266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113668731344254266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/scholarship.html' title='Scholarship'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113638385662609840</id><published>2006-01-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:12:04.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well...its a very new year...and a fresh start in school. My loneliness have never been so deceased. Im well organize in school right now...not knowing the changes in the environment. My resolutions are kind of out of the box to me...well Im just going to say it ah. They are: to achieve marks beyond expectation, being able to get the highest in art for sec 4 this year, improve my relationship with friends and last but not least, increase my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those above are unique in a way when I see it. I mean... alot of people wanted to pass their exams with flying colours, thats always the same resolution for the majority of people. In fact, it sounds really lame with the same thing over and over every year. Why cant people be more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two days have passed and homework is already a burden to me. Although its the first week, I still appreciate homeworks as it keeps me revived from my studies or work. But sooner or later as it gets a little bit of havoc, I am ready at all cost whether I like it or not. To me, I think this year might be stressful as the N levels are coming...but I will just balanced my time and equally. Nevertheless, this year is going to be an exciting one because........'anything can happen!' ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113638385662609840?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113638385662609840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113638385662609840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113638385662609840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113638385662609840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113638346165601062</id><published>2005-12-29T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:04:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well...its a very new year...and a fresh start in school. My loneliness have never been so deceased. Im well organize in school right now...not knowing the changes in the environment. My resolutions are kind of out of the box to me...well Im just going to say it ah. They are: to achieve marks beyond expectation, being able to get the highest in art for sec 4 this year, improve my relationship with friends and last but not least, increase my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those above are unique in a way when I see it. I mean... alot of people wanted to pass their exams with flying colours, thats always the same resolution for the majority of people. In fact, it sounds really lame with the same thing over and over every year. Why cant people be more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two days have passed and homework is already a burden to me. Although its the first week, I still appreciate homeworks as it keeps me revived from my studies or work. But sooner or later as it gets a little bit of havoc, I am ready at all cost whether I like it or not. To me, I think this year might be stressful as the N levels are coming...but I will just balanced my time and equally. Nevertheless, this year is going to be an exciting one because........'anything can happen!'  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113638346165601062?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113638346165601062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113638346165601062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113638346165601062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113638346165601062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113585327569321354</id><published>2005-12-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:47:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>Well...I dont know how to say this but..Im well off with my own. No one to distract me or disturb me anymore because I have finally decided that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was one great weekend for this year so far...and yet there is always something that is not yet satisfied in me. My companionship with my cousins is really improved my self-control in alot of things...Being around with them is like forever, but it isn't..just like for all eternity. Well I just enjoyed that weekend not only with my families..but also helping out and we might get an extra credit for that..;) Though I made a 'record' on the swing..I dont know why you people are so excited about it..lolzx..its just my weight that makes me go higher..satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..about the weekend, err..well...I get to see everyone for the last time of this year but not the last time in my life. All I wanted to see is everyone to be happy BUT... there are still emotional matters going on at that time..haiz..Last but not least, I just want to apologise to anyone I did wrong to or something for my sake please. Sorry about my late update too ..hehe.. and about the movie NARNIA...I dont wanna talk about it because it will make me go deep and someone too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is just wait...wait for that special moment, of the look on that face...to make me satisfied about understanding her thoughts. Because of this matter, this thing, this life, this eternal feeling... I will ALWAYS change...24/7....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113585327569321354?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113585327569321354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113585327569321354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113585327569321354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113585327569321354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113504953260205019</id><published>2005-12-20T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:34:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudiced</title><content type='html'>Prejudiced...yea its quite a complicated word..not for me because I use it alot and for my own benefit. The anger in me is getting stronger, because of someone. You know who? Haiz..i wont say the name, it would hurt that person. But it hurt me more! Just because we are different doesnt mean things are different. Its all rubbish you know that..all what you have said? I just need friends who will always be there for me...either for an emergency or something not important. Do people hate me or what? Whats their reason? I JUST WANNA KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst reply ever, ".... .. ......", and that ruined myself up. Today is the day...the day that is always the same like any other day...in other words..BORING!. Just four more days...but its still no use to me. There is just something missing inside me..something...but it couldnt be..or issit? I cant stand it anymore...well life's like this..I just have to endure it, my reputation, my respect, my sadness,...I'm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113504953260205019?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113504953260205019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113504953260205019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113504953260205019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113504953260205019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/prejudiced.html' title='Prejudiced'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113495195273189020</id><published>2005-12-19T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:25:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Matters</title><content type='html'>Lifes so complicated in my way...but I enjoy watchin movie with my family on saturdae, it seems so simple in your point of view. For me, I'm just a movie fanatic thats willing to take the risk of watching all the movies i wanted. I mean what is there a need to stop us from watching movies by ourselves? Well none I guess...since the misery in my mind is kinda being flushed out.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day that I thought would make me rise from my loneliness (just a little bit). To me...watching movies is like a hobbie already..and its still increasing. Therefore you people know what movie I'm watching next right? Yeah..well to come to think..it wouldnt be that great as that time I watch HP and the Goblet Of Fire..or Zathura. You know what I mean..my loneliness. On the other hand..frm now on, I cant rely on anyone else to watch with me to the movies..it would just be the same, the answer would be either "no" or a negative reply. So now..my life is like a complete 'alone in the dark' plot. In other words...I will just keep to myself on movies and I will NEVER ask anyone with me to the movies...UNLESS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113495195273189020?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113495195273189020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113495195273189020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113495195273189020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113495195273189020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/complicated-matters.html' title='Complicated Matters'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113479162057085699</id><published>2005-12-17T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:53:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime Always</title><content type='html'>Being someone is simple...but being with someone else is tough, with all the distractions in life and the misery when ppl just dont seem to understand the confession of my opinions. Everytime I feel alone, I just feel dead. Going somewhere is another thing when you someone out, but what if they feel in the negative way? How may I feel? Its always the same...being alone out there. Even though things arent the way it is, life couldjust lead to either happiness or sadness. Those words that could make you cry or make you laugh could be quite amazing to me because it makes me relief though im sad or just feeling left outside alone. All I just want is just to get out there and be someone else. Someone that could be free, but, life is just the same always when you dont believe in yourself...all day, 24/7....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113479162057085699?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113479162057085699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113479162057085699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113479162057085699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113479162057085699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/everytime-always.html' title='Everytime Always'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19909147.post-113469677461679000</id><published>2005-12-16T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:32:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>Nothing special is what i am..and who i am..but i juz dont understand why being an artist is special? Frends and the public seem to admire my works. I guess things arent the way it suppose to be..am i right? Well im not so sure about my career in the future about my interest in art or life..but i am juz happy for who i am...all day,24/7.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909147-113469677461679000?l=artyz-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113469677461679000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909147&amp;postID=113469677461679000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113469677461679000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909147/posts/default/113469677461679000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artyz-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>Artyz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328901323424260316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
