<?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-7446708393823289810</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:48.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Of Skinnyfries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5715556400217607645</id><published>2009-05-16T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:06:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because I don't talk much, doesn't mean I don't know what's going on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5715556400217607645?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5715556400217607645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5715556400217607645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5715556400217607645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5715556400217607645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-because-i-dont-talk-much-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1169131730171341703</id><published>2009-03-15T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:15:03.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept at 4am yesterday, woke up at 5pm today and now, I can't sleep... So far, life's been alright. Though the issue on my own financial support is still a big pain in the ass. Right now, I'm just waiting for the EP to launch and we'll see where we go from there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1169131730171341703?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1169131730171341703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1169131730171341703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1169131730171341703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1169131730171341703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-slept-at-4am-yesterday-woke-up-at-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4329496294715283865</id><published>2009-02-27T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:43:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, S'pore do not really cater much to couples who want to find a nice cosy spot just to enjoy each other's commpany peacefully without spending any cash. I'm thinking of beach but that's overatted and not to mention the weather. Wait, I think I got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4329496294715283865?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4329496294715283865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4329496294715283865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4329496294715283865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4329496294715283865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-swear-spore-do-not-really-cater-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5675275325345880805</id><published>2009-02-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:12:16.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Zee. I'm a happy guy because I'm attached to a wonderfully perfect girlfriend, Julie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this blog for god knows how long and the only reason why I'm updating it now and only now is because I have been god damm lazy to do so. Looking back at my older post, I've realised how lovesick I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said lovesick,&lt;br /&gt;not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;they are 2 totally different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I guess what was lacking was patience. "good things comes to those who are patient." and now more than ever, I've finished school!!! Just awaiting my diploma and finally going out to serve the great nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and apart from that, I'm blogging because I'm just plain god damm bored. Oh and by the way, I've gotten a new guitar *smug face* and I love Julie sooo much! *kisses Julie* ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5675275325345880805?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5675275325345880805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5675275325345880805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5675275325345880805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5675275325345880805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-zee.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5026984678578693669</id><published>2008-12-02T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:12:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far, between the ultra big gap in the middle of my last post. Loots of things has happened. so i'll just go to the main points and breifely describe the past. Well, DOM had a few gigs here and there and now we have a recording lable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and julie, well i'm being torn apart. if i'm not at work, im with her, if im not with her im with the band. it's hard. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spendng loads more time with DOM than Julie. You would't understand unless you're a muscician. I love her alot. I really do. I'll love her from the moment the sun is in the sky to the time when God decides to take my life away. I wish she would undestand but no matter how hard other people try, nobody will understand why a musician will want more time with his band unless you're a musician yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my heroin, music is my marijuana, music is my estacy, music is my coke. but JULIE IS MY LIFE. I love Julie and I feel bad too leave her to get to the studio or jamming or whatever that has to do with DOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's impossible to understand but I need you to understand why I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what keeps a musician going on and on and on. To me it's like a eight wonder of the world. when you ask me why do you need to be there when you are not recording, or why is band more important or why do you always wanna get there early so you can spend more time with your band, i have no answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand something that cannot be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5026984678578693669?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5026984678578693669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5026984678578693669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5026984678578693669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5026984678578693669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-far-between-ultra-big-gap-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-9060955958785703195</id><published>2008-09-09T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:48:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bang! I'm trying to revive my blog cause it's almost dead for crying out loud. Mostly due to my busy schedule (keep lying to yourself Zee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachments is draining the life outta me and I feel like I need a long break ASAP. Stupid case study, stupid competent skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie has been very supportive for me and I'm struggling to save money for recording.&lt;br /&gt;10 bucks down and another $190 to go. seeshkebab. oh and seeshkebab is actualy a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you can't be cool if you don't eat cucumbers "as cool as a cucumber"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-9060955958785703195?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/9060955958785703195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=9060955958785703195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/9060955958785703195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/9060955958785703195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/09/bang-im-trying-to-revive-my-blog-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8143407306487213734</id><published>2008-08-18T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:07:39.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie says welcome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and skinnyfries!&lt;br /&gt;dont worry bout KL&lt;br /&gt;there are other trips&lt;br /&gt;*pats head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets go bang soldiers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll meet you after your shift&lt;br /&gt;and we'll go run down the wards&lt;br /&gt;with me on the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;and you stripping&lt;br /&gt;and we'll fikendu everyone&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhwait&lt;br /&gt;this isnt my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8143407306487213734?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8143407306487213734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8143407306487213734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8143407306487213734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8143407306487213734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7040272156101153260</id><published>2008-08-18T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:04:20.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, we shall all thank Julie for helping me Update my blog, hehehe. Yea, apparently, i was too lazy to update for about a month now. I LOVE JULIE. So yea, for the past 1 month, lots have happened,DOM got better together, Exams, lots of studying and stuff. Now, I'm a free man, at least until CA. oh well, DOM is going to KL and I'll have to miss it. I LOVE JULIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7040272156101153260?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7040272156101153260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7040272156101153260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7040272156101153260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7040272156101153260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-we-shall-all-thank-julie-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7106497475265415553</id><published>2008-08-18T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:58:18.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll47/juliescary/?action=view&amp;current=tapestry29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll47/juliescary/tapestry29.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello =)&lt;br /&gt;[typical skinnyfries thingyy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a narcissist so i should put up a picture of myself and kiss my own feet&lt;br /&gt;cause im holding a &lt;strike&gt;gibson sg goddes sunburst&lt;/strike&gt; wait it should deserve my respect by having it in caps &lt;b&gt;GIBSON SG GODDESS SUNBURST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this&lt;br /&gt;i need to press enter&lt;br /&gt;cause if i dont&lt;br /&gt;my finger will start twitching&lt;br /&gt;and i'll die of finger spasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned an impt lesson today&lt;br /&gt;never play RISK with julie&lt;br /&gt;1)she cheats&lt;br /&gt;2)she gets annoyed if she doesnt win&lt;br /&gt;3)she makes fun of my mini soldiers&lt;br /&gt;4)she jiggles when she rolls the dice&lt;br /&gt;5)she gets pouty if she doesnt win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice that my post for today,&lt;br /&gt;i am ever so meticulate&lt;br /&gt;in my organization&lt;br /&gt;and english?&lt;br /&gt;ohhwell&lt;br /&gt;julie teaches me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JULIE.&lt;br /&gt;[now i really feel like a narcissist]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIKENSNUFFLE&lt;br /&gt;i need to sneeZe now&lt;br /&gt;*sneezes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7106497475265415553?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7106497475265415553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7106497475265415553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7106497475265415553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7106497475265415553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-typical-skinnyfries-thingyy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4913064697331592537</id><published>2008-07-28T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:58:27.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people, I'm freaking sick. Down with flu and low grade fever. So time for Panadol, Cold Relieve. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I cannot believe my fever spiked on Saturday. Out of all the days, why Saturday??? My band had like 2 sets that day and I was really tired. Thanks alot To sayang Julie and Pam for picking me up after the gig and especially to Julie for the taxi ride home. I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested the whole day yesterday. Cause I was bloody sick and I made FikenBunnie worry =( but it's okay, I'm better now =) Didn't slept well cause honey didn't call to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. Lesson was boring. I realise all my NS5 notes are gone. Righteous... Finally I get to spend time with Julie, she kinda made me upset real bad in the afternoon but it's alright. I stayed at school with her until about 8+ helping her out with her project =) after our gay moment in the MRT, I'm finally home. GOtta pass Tups money tmwr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4913064697331592537?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4913064697331592537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4913064697331592537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4913064697331592537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4913064697331592537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-people-im-freaking-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1907964234694164090</id><published>2008-07-22T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:26:55.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, did you know blogger is available in malay??? Haha, ok, so much has happened over the past few days (weeks maybe too). I got my pedal board done and it's like a huge accomplishment for me. I swear. All thanks to my sayang JULIE =) I love you bby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last saturday, DOM shared the stage with ONE BUCK SHORT bebey!!!! Woooo! The gig was awesome but my guitar was kinda fucked up. But our set was great. We then headed to Four Tones for Tapestry auditions. (hope we get through). Thanks alot yet again to JULIE, NEPTINA and PAM for coming to support us, for makan-ing dinner with me and for actually rushing to find super glue for me. =) I OWE YOU GUYS ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, we went to RSC block party. I wanted to go to *Scape but I stayed there with JULIE. cause I LOVE her. We caught GSE. They were great balls and it was drizzling. PS was a major let down =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the days of the weeks were pretty stressful for me cause practical test is like next week and I have to rush thorough assignments. It's been stressful for JULIE with all her presentations to do and because of these, we kinda quarrel quite a few times but i want you to know that no matter how much you scold me or get pissed at me for even the slightest thing, I WILL STILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1907964234694164090?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1907964234694164090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1907964234694164090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1907964234694164090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1907964234694164090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-guys-did-you-know-blogger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8899917138716544903</id><published>2008-07-17T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:36:56.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only 1 more day to theis femine era, I hope. Been starving myself man. Oh btw, Haven't been blogging much cause I been super tired. Just gotten my lappie back but can't connect to the internate. So I'm stuck with my desktop. Next sat gig, Oh and this sat is down to RSC to catch Plainsunset and Great Spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I love my Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8899917138716544903?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8899917138716544903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8899917138716544903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8899917138716544903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8899917138716544903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-1-more-day-to-theis-femine-era-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8765341849564448194</id><published>2008-07-13T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:55:04.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 1 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=birthdayeve_14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/birthdayeve_14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much honey,&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to have someone like you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;someone who cares alot for me,&lt;br /&gt;someone who actually bothers to run to find superglue for me,&lt;br /&gt;someone who stick by and watch me under super hot heat,&lt;br /&gt;someone who I piss off accidentally but then it all works out,&lt;br /&gt;someone who bothers to waste her time on me&lt;br /&gt;someone who wants to do nothing but cuddle&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves bullying me&lt;br /&gt;someone who I love bullying&lt;br /&gt;someone who hugs me&lt;br /&gt;someone who kisses me&lt;br /&gt;someone who says random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bassically,&lt;br /&gt;you're someone who I deeply love and cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JULIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8765341849564448194?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8765341849564448194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8765341849564448194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8765341849564448194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8765341849564448194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-1-month-anniversary-i-love-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8582024652607402202</id><published>2008-07-10T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:30:20.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been with Juls around school quite often nowdays and I love her company. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Juls and she picked a new T-shirt for me, which is kinda cool to me. Hahahaha, gonna wear it this sat. Ooooo I cannot wait. You guys better be infront at 4pm at Skate Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Juls relinked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.isawyourgrandfather.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwww, so sweet =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8582024652607402202?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8582024652607402202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8582024652607402202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8582024652607402202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8582024652607402202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-julie-been-with-juls.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2304487558339856625</id><published>2008-07-06T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:35:10.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, well, my week has been kinda F-uped. Bt my Punk Rock Princess has been there always. =) thanks sayang! omg, Monday is coming and I cant wait to see Honey again and this sat, you asses better bring your ass to catch our ass and the asses of one buck short cause they have a big ass at skate park and your guys better bring your friends' asses along as well. ONE BUCK SHORT BABY!!!!!! Well, we've been practicing hard and I want to go for F1 and I wanna cuddle Julie now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2304487558339856625?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2304487558339856625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2304487558339856625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2304487558339856625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2304487558339856625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-people-well-my-week-has-been-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7064482143230051090</id><published>2008-06-30T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:01:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we were damm tight during our performance at HomeClub(Julz:how many fingers tight? Me:haha, could hardly fit one). Haha. Julie wasn't there cause she couldn't go out and she needed to lay low for awhil =X Don't worry sayang, 12July coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys, as you all know, this 12 July is a big day for DOM and PTB cause we're playing with One Buck Short at the skate park. YES, IN THE MIDDLE OF SKATE PARK. Oh and the best part is, it's free!!! So bring your mum and dad and aunty, your dog, your cat, your childern, your grand children, their children and their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright, went to the kenduri late but still got FOOD. We had a short PTB meeting just now and I headed home. The MRT stopped awfully long at Bugis so in the end, I ended up taking taxi from Pasir Ris to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, $5.40"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiya uncle, I only got $5 ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles "Ok la, go la, go la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot uncle taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for tomorrow, meeting Juls at GP. Like finally. I miss her like laughing pandas on pogo sticks. I feel so bad that I didn't layan her much today because of my stupid schedule. Oh tomorrow's dad's birthday. God, this is really tiring. Honey's probably sleeping soundly by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JULIE *kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7064482143230051090?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7064482143230051090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7064482143230051090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7064482143230051090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7064482143230051090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-we-were-damm-tight-during-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3483999692859037998</id><published>2008-06-27T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:50:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I was doing my individual assignment for Nursing Management and I was thinking and this is what I wrote, reasons why I wanna become an Edocrine Nurse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I’ll be working in a clinic, which means I will be working office hours therefore, I will be able to return home and spend the evenings and nights with my wife and children."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie has been really stressed lately and I've been trying my best to be there for her. But sometimes, it's best if you leave a person alone to do some reflection. I'm really worried. Cause since she is stressed, it's affecting her health. She has not been eating right so yea, I'm worried. I love her alot and I would want the best for her but you cannot control eveything and when this happens, the best thing to do is just be there for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the sweetest thing in the world. Her plan was to tell me that she's not going for my gig, suprise me by turning up and giving me a red rose, hug and kiss me onstage. But because of certain conditions, I guess it can't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry honey, I'll still love you just as much as I always do. It is the thought that counts. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3483999692859037998?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3483999692859037998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3483999692859037998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3483999692859037998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3483999692859037998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-i-was-doing-my-individual.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3193317134550436913</id><published>2008-06-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:26:31.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;I missed my presentation today&lt;br /&gt;I missed my jamming session&lt;br /&gt;I miss Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3193317134550436913?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3193317134550436913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3193317134550436913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3193317134550436913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3193317134550436913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sick-i-miss-my-presentation-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7418634278549648754</id><published>2008-06-23T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:44:31.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Julie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO JULIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=1_332904537l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/1_332904537l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I enjoy spending time with&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I love to disturb&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that is my every reason&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I dun mind letting her anger on me&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that falls perfectly into my arms&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that made me fly&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that never fail to suprise me&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I care for&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that is my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl that I'm grateful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where should I start? hmmmm.... When we first saw each other, we were like "She looks like a poser." "He is bloody arrogant"&lt;br /&gt;Then some how, I went up to her and asked "Hey do you go for local gigs? Well my band is performing this 3rd may and you can check us out on myspace." and she said "Did you just talk to me because you wanted to promote your band?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, haha, so from that day, we like totally avoided each other, until we somehow started talking again, most probably something random. Then one day I asked her, "where do you live" and she said "eunos" so I was like "really? eh, wait for me la, can take 154 back home,I live in the east as well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the bus I was like asking her if she's single and she said she was, so I was joking along saying "so does that make me one of your choices?" and she took it seriously. She practically avoided me for the next few days or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, we were in talking terms again. I actually find her to be very unique at the same time very deep. That's when I intro her to Arina, so now were are great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One find day, I met up with Julie while waiting for Pam to finish her practical exam. She did this one thing to spark up the whole thing. She rested her head on my shoulder. I swear it was one of the sweetest moment in life. The next thing you know, we were like hugging and cuddling in playing terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the esplinade thingy. We were with Arina and Pam at the esplinade, slacking apparently, it was Arina's bestfriend, Fate's birthday. Then Julie said "Zee, I'm not your girlfriend but I love being pampered." at this point we both understood and reminded ourselves that there were no strings attached. I didn't wanna get hurt and lose a friend and neither did she. Coicedentally, we met Fate and Arina and Pam went off first and Fate and her friend left shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I ended up cuddling again. I asked her "confused about life huh?" and she was like "how did you know?" then she sat up. She was dizzy and I held on to her. "Zee, I'm not gonna defroggiefy you today. Wait until my birthday, if I can resist." then guess who got defroggiefied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I were fighting our own battle inside, telling us that we are just friends and lets no waste it all away and just have fun. One day Julie was contemplating weather she wanted me or not. She ended up "you know what? I don't want any more guys, that includes you Zee, so friends?" and I said "friends" but secretly inside, I felt crushed, I dunnoe why. Aren't we just friends? We are not even a couple. I met Arina and I'm not gonna lie, I cried. So did Julie. Ironically on that day, everything fell into place. &lt;strong&gt;We fell in love&lt;/strong&gt; for unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this mysterious force of attraction towards her and I'm sure that she felt it too. I guess this is the way that GOD wanted it to be because we've both tried keeping away from each other, we tried resisting each other and we even tried throwing it all away BUT some way or another, it fell into place. I guess that's how it was ment to be. A week or so later, me and Julie got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never have I before me a girl who fell perfectly into my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=skinnyfriesscary.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/skinnyfriesscary.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee&amp;Julie&lt;br /&gt;130608&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7418634278549648754?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7418634278549648754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7418634278549648754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7418634278549648754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7418634278549648754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-julie.html' title='For Julie'/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-6463329689577087131</id><published>2008-06-23T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:31:43.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, today was alright..... I went to meet Hanis at Vivo before we headed to Homeclub, we got the show running and I bought something small for Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I pissed Julie off pretty bad because silly me, I got confused between Alexandra and St. Andrews, I really should get more details next time, I am sooooo sorry sayang. But as all of you reading this blog be my witness, I'l make it up to you Julie, I promise, I swear, pinky swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm writing a post and dedicating it to Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-6463329689577087131?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6463329689577087131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=6463329689577087131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6463329689577087131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6463329689577087131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1453072671661447986</id><published>2008-06-20T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:01:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet our daughter, HolyFate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=skinnyfriesscary_19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/skinnyfriesscary_19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our son WilAiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=skinnyfriesscary_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/skinnyfriesscary_4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Juls did this wierd but cool thing, we bought bears and name them as our future sons &amp; daughters and treat and take care of them as if they are real. I mean it's a couple thing, like when couples always bath together or do gardening together or like from my mum and dad, the always go mosque together. So yea, this is our lil thing and for those of you guys who are planning to say this is lame or merepek, fuck you, you're jealous, go do some lil thing with your partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys, did you know there's a post for Fannie(my ex) cause she is like the coolest girl in the world? go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.grotesquecomplexity.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Juls, I love you baby! good one =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1453072671661447986?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1453072671661447986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1453072671661447986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1453072671661447986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1453072671661447986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/meet-my-daughter-holyfate-and-my-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5616435409825280965</id><published>2008-06-19T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:35:55.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh guess what happened today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex commented on my Jul's photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"zomg somebody is trying to be ms audrey kitching lmao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly the "zomg" and "lmao" irritates the fuck outta me, if others were to use it, it's fine but if she uses it, it just shows that her capacity to use proper english is like the size of MJ's balls,(keep in mind he reaches high notes; small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention she ENVYS Juls cause she knows she sucks, BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, bby is famous now. hahaha ily =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Juls tomorrow, hehe, can't wait. Another 27mins to tomorrow. oh and guess what? I'm waking up early tomorrow (WOW!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5616435409825280965?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5616435409825280965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5616435409825280965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5616435409825280965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5616435409825280965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-guess-what-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2943919857443726646</id><published>2008-06-18T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:09:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, haha, I went out with Julie after FYP today, went to meet Sean aka Tupai or Tups. Haha, Juls took some pic, I think these 3 are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=Image023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww so sweet haha, this one was kinda of a candid cause I nearly fell over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=Image014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,ooooo and I love this one, Julies eyes are so mesmerising *drools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=Image024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I had fun today, oh and thanks to Tupai for letting me borrow his effects&lt;br /&gt;and always, Julie for being there for me, ILY =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2943919857443726646?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2943919857443726646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2943919857443726646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2943919857443726646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2943919857443726646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-guys-haha-i-went-out-with-julie.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8181053904265124474</id><published>2008-06-17T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:04:19.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coke Zero, Mr &amp; Mrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=n661812163_515442_682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/n661812163_515442_682.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=P4270008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/P4270008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, cute? ILY =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8181053904265124474?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8181053904265124474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8181053904265124474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8181053904265124474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8181053904265124474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/coke-zero-mr-mrs-haha-cute-ily.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-6717036055920722778</id><published>2008-06-17T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:38:16.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I went to do the stupid FYP thingy in the morning, met bby at 12.30, went to airport terminal 3, haha, had lots of fun walking around and i met some of her friends and co-workers, nice people. haha, I was really a "jakon" when going on the sky train. OOOO there's a new hotel there, hmmmm. Then we went back to eunos and we played wrist bands. God I'm thirsty and we ran out of water. Grrrrr, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-6717036055920722778?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6717036055920722778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=6717036055920722778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6717036055920722778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6717036055920722778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-i-went-to-do-stupid-fyp-thingy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1913941659963612108</id><published>2008-06-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:40:48.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm blogging early today cause I'm sleeping early, by 11pm. Eh, it's an achievement okay? haha, all because I promise, I sweared and I pinky sweared that I won't stay up late tonight. So I'll update everybody on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, a note to Miss Knickerless: I know you're desperate, jelous and immature but you don't have to msg me like that. People are trying to sleep for crying out loud, we have lives, we contribute to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JULIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1913941659963612108?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1913941659963612108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1913941659963612108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1913941659963612108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1913941659963612108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-im-blogging-early-today-cause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3923819830739691343</id><published>2008-06-15T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:41:25.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you and I am very greatful for someone like Julie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long we will last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cherish every single moment spent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met, we didn't want each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, even after trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't help it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the mystical force that brings us together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know she feels it too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people see the darkness in us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is not talking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that there are a thousand words being shared to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your way of showing us that we are ment to be together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have faith that whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ment to be that way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I leaving it all to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy from now on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my friends and DOM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately, With Julie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm saying out my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever made me feel this loved before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever proved me wrong when I say that love does not exist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever understood me fully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever looked past my self-image,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever thought about me everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever set such a special connectiong between us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody except for Julie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not ashame to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Julie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3923819830739691343?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3923819830739691343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3923819830739691343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3923819830739691343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3923819830739691343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-god-i-thank-you-and-i-am-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7763327899895504545</id><published>2008-06-15T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:52:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=l_ab291c0d6bbd119812c3e11a6397222e-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/l_ab291c0d6bbd119812c3e11a6397222e-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: IKIN&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 26th September (same as arina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About her:&lt;br /&gt;This particualar maknenek is my childhood and bestfriend. We been through shit together. We've been through countless bands together and we're now in the same band. Thats right, Down One Mile. She is the rythm guitarist and lead vocals for this band. I like to distrub her just to irritate the fuck outta her, hahaha, Kuntel. But in the end, everybody loves kin, eh kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa, today was super tiring again. We were too tired for the morning set at 11am so we jackass our way through and did the 2pm slot. Ok, kin went off with hadi and I followed abang toy and the rest. (oh btw, abang toy is hanis, go disturb him) went to long johns to eat. From there, I followed hanis jamming while lee went off to scape and huda and atikah went somewhere. Hanis was like, "eh you can fill in for us?" so yea, they played 3 covers which I didn't play and filled in for their 2 originals "Nicole" and another I cannot remember and My Friends Over You by New Found Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we went down to clarke quay right, they got into the set, HOWEVER,the mic suddenly got cut off during the 2nd song. Apparently, some  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;STUPID&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pub did &lt;strong&gt;NOT APPRECIATE&lt;/strong&gt; any form of art. So yea, we had to stop halfway, poor hanis, he had some plans for the next song but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to scape to meet lee and gang, we came just in time for Plainsunset's Find A Way. So yea, after that, I went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is going to malacca tomorrow, I'm gonna miss her like penguins belly dancing. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7763327899895504545?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7763327899895504545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7763327899895504545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7763327899895504545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7763327899895504545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-ikin-birthday-26th-september-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8372693770626779679</id><published>2008-06-13T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:06:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by: Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;- totally beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever faked sick?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I faked losing my voice once cause I was too lazy to play in the stupid school band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever cried for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- No, I'm a guy to start of with and I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person you couldn't take you eyes off of?&lt;br /&gt;- Julie because the world revolves around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;- hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare?&lt;br /&gt;- lying down in the middle of a traffice junction at 4am in the freaking morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;- Muhammad Fauzee Abubakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;- yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old were you when you received you first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- sweet 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- Hid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favourite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;- Is sleeping a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha, yea, man, I have never seen my friend freak out so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is there anything that you have done that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at the first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- Gimme waffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea, somehow, it balances things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- one of a kind ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the longest crush/relationship you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;- Wana, somehow that stung real bad, whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your greatest weakness?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes, I'm too knd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you get along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;- We are in talking terms at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;- no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Julie and gang, DOM! haha, mcmpow! AIYA!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm happy with my self =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What would you want to accomplish before leaving this earth?&lt;br /&gt;- Rockstar *dreams haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. List 5 ways of what Love is to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Being there when you need her&lt;br /&gt;- Loves you back&lt;br /&gt;- Makes you fly&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from the above and add in your personal question. Tag 7 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them at their tagboard that they've been tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8372693770626779679?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8372693770626779679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8372693770626779679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8372693770626779679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8372693770626779679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-julie-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8513720144411484503</id><published>2008-06-13T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:54:12.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00106-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/DSC00106-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Pemela&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 7th march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Pam:&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, she is very kental, haha pam, pam. She is pretty, still single. Julie's best friend. She likes to act cute in taking photograph. Oh and Julie and Pam love to camwhore, and I mean really camwhore. She sometimes talk alot of sense, better than me =P and has a better sense of direction compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, Julie lost her hp =(&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna miss texting random messages to her. I really hope she is alright.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;DOM is playing a live set tomorrow, I cannot wait. Btw, Im wearing the bony shirt. =)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JULIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8513720144411484503?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8513720144411484503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8513720144411484503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8513720144411484503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8513720144411484503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-pemela-birthday-7th-march-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3940280729890172750</id><published>2008-06-09T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:16:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=1_300558743l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/1_300558743l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Arina Stars&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 26th September ^^v&lt;br /&gt;*lets not put the obivious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, she has short temper, VERY short temper, but still, my godsis =) She helps me out with promoting gigs and bands in the local scene. Oh, sometimes I accidentally irritate the fuck outta her, but still, thinks go back to normal. Oh, she contacts with alot of big time people, and I mean BIG. Did I mentioned that she loves to sing too? Oh and she is really really good. Done sessions at SAC before. Oh and she did a lovely acoustic cover for Shooting Stars! Hahah, Starina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today was crazy, DOM had an acoustic set outside Heeren for somethinggood, trying to get people to donate to Make-A-Wish foundation (please donate!) It's a foundation whereby kids are dying of terminal ilnesses and the least we can do is to make their wish come true by donating and with the funds, they can have just 1 thing that they want in life before they return to god. I mean, personally, I feel really crushed about this and when I performed both the 1 hour slot for the day, I still wanted to continue on. Just to get people's attention so they can donate, even if it's 10 cents. Sometimes, we tend to take life for granted. I mean, just because you're fit doesn't mean you won't die the next day. I somehow know how these kids feel cause I myself have a desease, not a fatal one, but it can be controlled. But these kids, gosh, what can I say? I'm just speechless, they don't worry about life, about problems. If I were them right now and I have a wish, I would wish to be HAPPY and spend as much time with _____________[Fill in the blanks]and all of my dearest friends that are super important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to make these kids happy, so for those of you that don't go to ochard, please stop by this week and donate, even if it's just alittle bit. It makes a difference, a good time to do that is to come during DOM's set, you can check it out at www.myspace.com/downonemile&lt;br /&gt;It'll either be outside Heeren or Wheelock Place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3940280729890172750?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3940280729890172750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3940280729890172750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3940280729890172750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3940280729890172750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-arina-stars-birthdate-26th.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-6444781363854346868</id><published>2008-06-05T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:45:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!!! This little princess has been bugging me to write up a post about her and just her. haha. ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00010-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/DSC00010-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Julie Scary&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate :9th July (must buy presents!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About her:&lt;br /&gt;She is a loud and very fun person to hang out with. She is a sweetheart but like a freaking princess. hehe. Can I say that she is kental in her own way? haha. everytime she tries to be "minah" but ends up looking kental. hehe. =P She listens to everything from softcore to hardcore \m/. Sense of fashion to kill for, which I find very very unique thank you. Oh and she is short, but that makes her cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dunnoe whatelse to say, Arina! Pam! Dun worry, I'll do one for you guys too aite? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-6444781363854346868?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6444781363854346868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=6444781363854346868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6444781363854346868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6444781363854346868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-guys-this-little-princess-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7424972705744017630</id><published>2008-06-02T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:17:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;23? 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How many children do you want?&lt;br /&gt;2? maybe 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What I want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;a pedal board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What are your future plans?&lt;br /&gt;finish school, NS, work, Degree, get married, have kids, watch them grow, die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you can have 1 more dream to come true, what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm happy with my life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and all of those that i care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Which is worse, sarcasm or honesty?&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) From the first letter of your name, what would the letter best describe you?&lt;br /&gt;F, hmmmmm, facinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Love is overrated.. Your views?&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows there's no such thing as love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What are the requirements that you wish from other half?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to my blog intro, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Which type of person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;BACKSTABBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you cherish every single of your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, eh kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and i'm leaving my fate in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you think is most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;morals and values and a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you find it necessary for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend is just a status, what matters more is the connection between the two individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If your were to own a guitar, what colour would it be?&lt;br /&gt;RED!!!! haha, my guitar has character *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?&lt;br /&gt;somone reliable and that he/she is able to confide in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) If you have a change, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My upper body size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) If you're feeling low one day, who will you go to?&lt;br /&gt;You know who, eh kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If there was one thing that you would like to say to a certain someone, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you, I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:Remove one question from above, and add in your personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. Then tag 8 people in your links them out at the end of the post. Notify them through their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7424972705744017630?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7424972705744017630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7424972705744017630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7424972705744017630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7424972705744017630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-at-what-age-do-you-wish-to-marry-23.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1985738313964311897</id><published>2008-06-01T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:24:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the gig. Lots of expectations and lots of hype going on. Honestly, I'm scarred to swing my guitar. Hahaha. Ok next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN ONE MILE MADE IT THROUGH THE AUDITIONS!!!!!! We're going be playing at Ochard Road soon baybeh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was really draining the life outta me. Thank god for today's "break", although I know that I should be studying for my common test. AH, screw that. Arina's going tomorrow, hopefully. I really wish Pam and Little Miss Princess would come too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm going on with the flow this time. I'm tired of trying and end up getting broken over and over again. So god, please listen to my prayer. If it's fated, it's fated. You can't help falling for someone when that someone is worth it. When you can feel the connection and the world revolves around you when you're with her. When you see the good part of her while others see the bad. When you don't even need to ask her to know she want's you too and I know she is scared of losing sombody and having another person hating her for the rest of her life the same way as I am. Please open her heart up and realise everything will be okay, cause this time I'm leaving it all to you to make or to break. So god, if we're fated, I'll be grateful and if it's not, please make it as little pain as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you want me to want you, I want to." &lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers For Five Years, Mayday Parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1985738313964311897?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1985738313964311897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1985738313964311897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1985738313964311897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1985738313964311897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-gig.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7418117906582507534</id><published>2008-06-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:05:52.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Katie dont cry i know &lt;br /&gt;you're tryin your hardest &lt;br /&gt;and the hardest part is letting &lt;br /&gt;go of the nights we shared &lt;br /&gt;O'calla is calling &lt;br /&gt;and you know its haunting but compared &lt;br /&gt;to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright &lt;br /&gt;and when we look to the sky &lt;br /&gt;it's not mine but i want it so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not pretend like you're alone tonight &lt;br /&gt;(i know he's there and) you're probably hanging out and making eyes &lt;br /&gt;(while across the room he stares)I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance &lt;br /&gt;she'll say yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because these words were never easier &lt;br /&gt;for me to say or her to second guess &lt;br /&gt;but i guess &lt;br /&gt;that i can live without you but &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll be miserable at best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all that I hoped I'd find &lt;br /&gt;in every single way &lt;br /&gt;and everything i would give &lt;br /&gt;is everything you couldn't take &lt;br /&gt;cause nothing feels like home &lt;br /&gt;you're a thousand miles away &lt;br /&gt;and the hardest part of living is just &lt;br /&gt;taking breaths to stay &lt;br /&gt;cause i know i'm good for something i just &lt;br /&gt;haven't found it yet &lt;br /&gt;when i need it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets not pretend like you're alone tonight &lt;br /&gt;(i know he's there and) you're probably hangin out and makin eyes &lt;br /&gt;(while across the room he stares) I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance &lt;br /&gt;she'll say yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because these words were never easier &lt;br /&gt;for me to say or her to second guess &lt;br /&gt;but i guess &lt;br /&gt;that i can live without you but &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll be miserable at best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this will be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you, and I can't speak &lt;br /&gt;its been three whole days since I've had sleep &lt;br /&gt;cause i dream of his lips on your cheek &lt;br /&gt;and i got the point that i should leave you alone &lt;br /&gt;but we both know that I'm not that strong &lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;br /&gt;i miss the lips that made me fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets not pretend like you're alone tonight &lt;br /&gt;(i know he's there and) you're probably hangin out and makin eyes &lt;br /&gt;(while across the room he stares) I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance &lt;br /&gt;she'll say yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because these words were never easier &lt;br /&gt;for me to say or her to second guess &lt;br /&gt;but i guess &lt;br /&gt;that i can live without you but &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll be miserable &lt;br /&gt;i can live without you but &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll be miserable &lt;br /&gt;i can live without you but &lt;br /&gt;ohhh &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll be miserable at best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miserable At Best , Mayday Parade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7418117906582507534?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7418117906582507534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7418117906582507534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7418117906582507534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7418117906582507534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/katie-dont-cry-i-know-youre-tryin-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3184570255912282816</id><published>2008-05-27T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:01:05.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, people I have very big news. But before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was really packed, not to mention this week also. I went down to punkrock 77 to check BMM out. They were awesome but too bad about the hickup. Great show though. Julie also came down. Her first time at a Singapore gig. haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the highlight of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, hmmm, lots of stuffs going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Session with kin #done!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Jamming&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Audition and jamming&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Practical test&lt;br /&gt;Friday - PTB meeting&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Practice!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - GIG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All of the days - TRY TO GET LUCKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following week is common test. sombody shoot me now..&lt;br /&gt;So you see the very busy life of Zee Skinnyfries&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, btw the big news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CUT MY HAIR FUCKING SHORT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3184570255912282816?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3184570255912282816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3184570255912282816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3184570255912282816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3184570255912282816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-people-i-have-very-big-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4109435600090891571</id><published>2008-05-19T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:22:00.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my weekend hasn't been much of a thrill. BORING. That's more like it. Saturday was like so pathetic, I went to the movies alone. ALONE. Like WTH. Ok, watched Ironman. Kinda cool but it's dissapointing, honestly. Not enough action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekdays are as per usual. Very very busy. Really, nothing much happened this week that you could give a holla about. Well, DOM backed out of the gig. Really, man, the organiser could at least give more respect and not change his gig as and when he likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun today, hmmm. I sat on my ass and just stared at the laptop screen and visted common websites and revisiting them again. I had this family gathering, I let my uncle listen to Shooting Stars. He said, "Music wise, it's very good but vocals need to improve the tone and accent." and believe me, those are actual words my uncle is a PROFESSIONAL MUSICIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, stuff to look out next week:&lt;br /&gt;-Monday, Lunch with my family and relatives, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday, Anugerah (I'm supporting Rancour and Virus Cinta aka Popwheezie, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday, Repair my PDA (my screen cracked) Session with DOM!!!!, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Friday, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday, Punkrock 77, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday, Try to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, I'm single and deprived. - . . -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY AVALIBLE. (Provided if you are FAITHFUL) hahaha, ok Zee, shutdafuk up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4109435600090891571?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4109435600090891571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4109435600090891571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4109435600090891571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4109435600090891571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-my-weekend-hasnt-been-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-125111207229582123</id><published>2008-05-11T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:56:32.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people, sorry for not blogging for so long. Really busy week. Damm I'm shagged. Might as well do it now, also because this certain MAKNENEK is pestering me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really close to Arina nowdays. =) which is a good thing. Now I have a new gig friend. Oh and did I mentioned that she's my godsis? ahaha =) We went to NP's freshie dance, I just went in step like I'm a year 1. haha. Well Caracal was good. EXCEPT the crowd wasn't. Nak body surf tapi tak jadi, 2sec, 3sec at most? The worst part is, when they open the dance floor, The people there were like just standing around. WTF and they mosh to disco music. MEREPEK. But 3 girls from mass comm said i was hot though *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin is telling me she's laughing alone at night btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I went to Peepshow's EP launch with Arina today. Damm nice. Great music. King Kong Jane was great, Peepshow was great, Freaky Zee dude was funny. Then we went to The Esplinade and caught this Indonesian band. Haha, they play cute music. When we were proceeding to Marina Centre for dinner, apparently there were lots of SEEN KIDS around. Me and Arina were like bitching about them. God, It's Saturday. Go do something useful like stop gobal warming or something than just sitting around and using up all the oxygen for crying out loud. I mean they are like what? 13? 14? mayb 16? and even have dude in their 19s and early 20s. like dude, act your age man than maki-ing after every 3-4 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS to Arina: Thanks alot! Looking forward for 24th may!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOn't know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARINA&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/blackredpinkwhite  &lt;br /&gt;http://violentbeauty13.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING KONG JANE&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/kingkongjane  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.kingkongjane.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEPSHOW&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/peepshowband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-125111207229582123?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/125111207229582123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=125111207229582123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/125111207229582123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/125111207229582123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-people-sorry-for-not-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2569956519816634941</id><published>2008-05-05T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:48:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I won't vent my anger on stupid scene kids, for now on, they are called "seen kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Light: GO! was the bomb man! not a bad set for a debut, hahaha, i saw bodies flying, heavy moshing, crazy stage antics, stage dives and god damm, ghaz went up and kissed my forehead after i did a swing. cool shit. It was really intense! sweats like rian I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to thank everybody for dropping by, =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2569956519816634941?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2569956519816634941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2569956519816634941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2569956519816634941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2569956519816634941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-what-i-wont-vent-my-anger-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5439519974221533703</id><published>2008-04-29T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:30:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, I went to get new headphones today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought this headphone, super huge. I went and tested it out and guess what. The left side is faulty. Like fuck. Went back to exchange and turns out that the headphones that I just bought was the last in stock. -.-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the dude there say, "nvm i give you audio-technica headphones, just pay extra $10 bucks." like WOOHOO. So you can say I got it for just like $39.90! haha. SCORE! Now listening to music is shiokness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5439519974221533703?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5439519974221533703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5439519974221533703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5439519974221533703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5439519974221533703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-i-went-to-get-new-headphones-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4496747638978588085</id><published>2008-04-27T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:22:29.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't had much to blog about these days. I'm not keeping my hopes up for my love life this time. I just feel so aggitated. So much angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm touching on the topic about gossips. To you fuckers out there, stop it with the gossips. If it's true, it's understandable. But when it's NOT TRUE, you idiots can go fuck yourself. I mean seriously? You spread gossips that are not true just shows how fucking low life you fuckers are. Just because of that two of you guys are fighting. This goes directly to both of you. I mean c'mon. You wear a fucking tudung and fuck, you telling me to becareful of her and just leave me hanging. What the fuck, tell me for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK OF PLAYING GUESSING GAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm still sticking to my new year's resolution. I'm fucking gossip off. Say what you want, I don't give a shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to my ex, I hope you're reading this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you get yourself a new boyfriend doesn't make us even. I'll never fucking forgive you unless you bow down and kiss my feet. I FUCKING SEE YOU IN HELL AND MAKE HELL LOTS MORE WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down One Mile has a new video! YAY! It's our 6th Original called "Shooting Stars", go check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/downonemile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4496747638978588085?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4496747638978588085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4496747638978588085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4496747638978588085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4496747638978588085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/havent-had-much-to-blog-about-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2821152907560750784</id><published>2008-04-25T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:13:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine you're attached to this person for 1 fucking year. Then suddenly this asshole A and this bastard B comes along and ruins your life. Imagine your this person tripple timing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your found out and that person ask for break. A finds out, he breaks up. B finds out, her broke up too. Now imagine that person at the one who you really loved only to get screwed up by A and B. Fuck sia. Imagine you fucking ex rubbing it in your face that she is attached to a certain pervert. Imagine you asking for dates and get nothing but shit. You get bastard by her and now she is even happier. How would you fucking feel???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS SHIT FROM A SLUT LIKE MY EX? WHAT THE FUCK DIDI I EVER ASK FOR OTHER THAN I WANNA BE HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined nursing cause I wanted to help people and for all of my fucking life, I'm trying so hard to salvage and appreciate the small happy things over the constant bangin of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU WORLD. FUCK YOU INSIDE OUTSIDE UP DOWN FRONT BACK LEFT RIGHT CENTER DIAGONAL. KNNCCB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2821152907560750784?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2821152907560750784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2821152907560750784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2821152907560750784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2821152907560750784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/imagine-youre-attached-to-this-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4246358159331699863</id><published>2008-04-20T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:43:31.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4246358159331699863?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4246358159331699863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4246358159331699863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4246358159331699863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4246358159331699863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1051579769837036595</id><published>2008-04-20T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:19:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok guys, girls and sexually confused individuals, go to this website now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/downonemile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the new video posted on the profile. Cool shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, I finally go the landyards done. You can say most of it are prepared. Now it's just waiting for the gig. grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much this weekend though. Lots of slacking. Well yea. Tmwr's school!!!! Need to meet up with Hariz. Chow ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1051579769837036595?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1051579769837036595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1051579769837036595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1051579769837036595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1051579769837036595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-guys-girls-and-sexually-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7182149419179480443</id><published>2008-04-19T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:21:55.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one hell of a long day for me. I started school at 8am and finish at 5pm. my break only lasted form 10 to 11. School has so far been great for me. I somehow kinda feel excited about the 3rd year subjects. So much cool stuff to learn about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I had another jamming session with DOM at oudiocrib. We met up and Rudy brought us to the studio. Kinda cool jamming with new eqquiptments. Hope nobody damages or abuses the stuff there =) Fingers crossed. Jamming was okay, not the best and not the worst. Just okay. We weren't much on form, maybe because it's a new place and that most of us are tired and trying to conserve energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session started out slow and gradulately the pace picked up after a few songs. Then it suddenly went into a halt at about 15 mins to cut time. Joey had some personal problems with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks alot to Rudy for passing us the slot and showing us oudiocrib and to Hariz and Tiqs for showing up and suprising me =) thanks alot guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7182149419179480443?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7182149419179480443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7182149419179480443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7182149419179480443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7182149419179480443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-one-hell-of-long-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2014508998480046355</id><published>2008-04-15T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:26:13.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, well, I'm guessing i'm better alone anyway. Ahahahaha. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first day of school was stressful (WTH???) I mean like so much to sudy so little time and my dedication and commitment to my band too. YEA! \m/ Miss you guys man. Jamm soo aite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it I am, I'll be preoccupied with school and band. Hopefully Miss pPerfect will decide to pop by. Until then, I'll stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks alot for meeting up with me Kin =) really made my day. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I'll finally get to see my new classmates and hopefully slacking more at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to start OT and ICU =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2014508998480046355?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2014508998480046355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2014508998480046355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2014508998480046355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2014508998480046355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-well-im-guessing-im-better-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2301226032969251921</id><published>2008-04-12T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T03:35:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, here's something for you guys to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go logon to your msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at who's offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nudge everybody that's online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who's your daddy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just messing with you, but take note of this though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people that their nicknames spell out MISERY. As if in like a poetry or may be lyrics about suffering, hate, saddness or anything close to that.&lt;br /&gt;This shows one thing. More and more people out there are suffering from bad relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, yaba yaba yaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop talking about this can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's many fishes in the sea Zee." well, SCREW THAT. I hate when people say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of having so many fucking fishes but nobody wants to eat your bait????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know, you hear little miss perfect complaining "I cannot get over him." or "Guys are always like that, they time people." or even "There's a million tears behind those smiles, I never find a guy that loves me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say "looks are not important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'll be the most fucked up guy then. I mean like what the fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, faithful and loving when in a relationship. There you are compalining there's no guy that's loving and faithful in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rejected over a million times because of this, "I cannot get over my ex." "you deserve better." "I'm not ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready until Mr. WORLD UNIVERSE comes along. Then suddenly, you get over your ex just like that and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he is not skinny as I am.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he is not Kental as I am&lt;br /&gt;Cause he is not Poor as I am&lt;br /&gt;Cause he is not a fucking VIRGIN like I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next thing you know, little Miss Perfect come back saying the world sucks and that guys are mindless horny bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so what? I'm not a eligible candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW PEOPLE LIKE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and espicially people that are UNFAITHFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why, I've given up on finding the "one" Cause everybody knows, there is no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this mindset until someone so happens to drop by and change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, It's the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for me at home. Just slacking and more slacking. At least until the school term starts again. Wonder how the year ones this time will turn out. Not that anybody at school cares even I'll just drop dead any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a craving for corn bread with sugar-free hazelnut chocolate spread on it. mmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2301226032969251921?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2301226032969251921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2301226032969251921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2301226032969251921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2301226032969251921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/line-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3710407619260312042</id><published>2008-04-09T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:01:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 More days to school. I thought I'd never say this but I actually MISS school. Gosh. Hahaha. Well hopefully when school starts, it's gonna cure my sleep insomia. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well didn't do much for the past few days but just sitting at home infront of the com all the time. Really gets bored here. I met Qahar ealier tonight, we slacked and went to the "pasar malam" and just went looking around. Ok, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking out for Friday though, DOM is jamming again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 3am and I just finished watching Criminal Minds. Cool show. I think I might just have a new favourtie TV show. Trying to catch as much as possible before school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3710407619260312042?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3710407619260312042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3710407619260312042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3710407619260312042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3710407619260312042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-more-days-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7402844184439066841</id><published>2008-04-05T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:01:36.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's the late hour and I'm feeling very tired right now. I would have just skipped blogging (again) and go to bed if it were'nt for this little qoute about girls from one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they say, "you boys are boring". when&lt;br /&gt;they knew they are the one who is&lt;br /&gt;boring. and because the thing called&lt;br /&gt;love that forces the boy not to be&lt;br /&gt;himself and pleases the girl till she&lt;br /&gt;is satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is that? I mean considering that the guy isn't just some MAT. Thinking about, guys are usually the one sacrificing all of their time and effort to see the girl. Everytime. I'm jsut saying this through experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, your girlfriend, living the opposite side of the country and you sacrifice your time to go over there just to pick her up and send her home. I mean I'm not saying that it's not fair or what but guys are suppose to do that. They should sacrifice to all heights just to make the girl happy. Because why? Because it's the girl that is going to bear the weight and responsibility of the child in the future. Assuming there's a future of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do guys expect in return?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defenitely is should NOT be sex. Sex is just a way of showing love. Again assuming there is love. But the littlest bit you can do is at least be faithful to your boyfriend and also just show him that you care. If you do not know how to "pujok" or console him when he is under the weather. At least try. Don't just keep quiet a pretend that it's not your fault. Guys ALWAYS take the blame for everything even though it's not their fault. They do this so that the girls will not feel GUILTY. This is simply that guys want their girfriend to be HAPPY all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I agree sometimes, a guys ego gets in the way and also they so called do not "understand" why girls decide to make certain decesions. Well, here's a fact. We guys sometimes "overeact" because, we just don't see the point. I mean you girls make up your mind by feeling. While guys, we go trough it by thinking. See, feeling and thinking are 2 different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, if you get dumped. Girls it's the girls, most of the time, they will be like "he's a jerk, get over it." or "He's being too posessive." I mean you all feel it's that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas the guy thinks "I was only watching soccer, I only spend 90 mins on the TV while I spend 16 hours with her, it only seems fair that way." or "I mean, I only wanted to see her everyday for at least an hour and she can have the 23hours to herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets go into some science stuffs (Here we go again Zee -.-" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we want and what we do are strongly decide by three things, our INSTINCT, EGO and SUPEREGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a guys sees a hot lady walk past, his INSTINCT tell him "Rape her!!!!" but his EGO says "Not now, wait until nobodys looking." WHEREAS his SUPEREGO says "Don't do it, It's not right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, the SUPEREGO is in a constant battle over EGO and INSTINCT. Safely to say, since guys have big egos, they have more SELF-CONTROL. This is also support by religion. "&lt;em&gt;A guy is made of 9 wills to think and 1 desire. Girls are made of 9 desire and 1 will to think&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that saparates us human for animals is EGO and SUPEREGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say, nowdays both guys and girls lack that ability to control themselves. Like what kin said "Whatever happened to morale and dignity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, the only thing a guy wants form a girl is faithfulness and her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if a girl two-times you for another guy? (like my ex) What would make that &amp;^%#$ then? You guys and girls THINK and FEEL for yourselves and tell me on my tag board alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At then end of the day, it's still the same game but played on another field&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7402844184439066841?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7402844184439066841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7402844184439066841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7402844184439066841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7402844184439066841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-guys-its-late-hour-and-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-6611537768812881540</id><published>2008-04-04T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:00:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 REALLY RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;1.Skinny&lt;br /&gt;2.I like red&lt;br /&gt;3.Single!&lt;br /&gt;4.Very AVALIBLE&lt;br /&gt;5.I hate crowded places&lt;br /&gt;6.I love guitars&lt;br /&gt;7.I'm broke half the tyme&lt;br /&gt;8.I love using headphones&lt;br /&gt;9.I play the Sims2&lt;br /&gt;10.I'm a guy!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;1.FAITHFUL&lt;br /&gt;2.Caring&lt;br /&gt;3.Clingy&lt;br /&gt;4.Knows how to pujok&lt;br /&gt;5.Understanding&lt;br /&gt;6.Naughty&lt;br /&gt;7.Loves jamming, bands, stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;8.Plays an instruments (Brownie points =))&lt;br /&gt;9.Tell me straight to the face that you like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I CARRY/WEAR EVERY DAY&lt;br /&gt;1.Cuffs&lt;br /&gt;2.Picks&lt;br /&gt;3.Wallet&lt;br /&gt;4.Boxers&lt;br /&gt;5.Handphone&lt;br /&gt;6.Singlet&lt;br /&gt;7.Specs&lt;br /&gt;8.Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME&lt;br /&gt;1.Curly Hair&lt;br /&gt;2.MAT REPS&lt;br /&gt;3.Show offs&lt;br /&gt;4.Attention seekers&lt;br /&gt;5.Last min cancelation of plans&lt;br /&gt;6.Breaking promises&lt;br /&gt;7.people who blast their music on their handphones for no apparent reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 PLACES I'VE VISITED (RECENTLY)&lt;br /&gt;1.Chanig General Hospital&lt;br /&gt;2.Wee Lee&lt;br /&gt;3.Swee Lee&lt;br /&gt;4.City Music&lt;br /&gt;5.Airport&lt;br /&gt;6.City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;1.Get Marired&lt;br /&gt;2.Get Laid&lt;br /&gt;3.Have Kids&lt;br /&gt;4.Watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;5.Go on a holiday to PARIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF&lt;br /&gt;1.God&lt;br /&gt;2.Heights&lt;br /&gt;3.Dogs, be it big or small&lt;br /&gt;4.Lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS I DO EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;1.Eat&lt;br /&gt;2.Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3.Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THINGS I'M TRYING NOT TO DO NOW&lt;br /&gt;1.Miss my injections&lt;br /&gt;2.Turn Nocturnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 PEOPLE I WANT TO SEE NOW&lt;br /&gt;1.DOM&lt;br /&gt;2.Kin and company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 TAG&lt;br /&gt;1.Your Mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-6611537768812881540?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6611537768812881540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=6611537768812881540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6611537768812881540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6611537768812881540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-really-random-facts-about-you-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2387862258125443683</id><published>2008-04-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:26:30.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm feeling much better today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Puffyla, I'll be alright, like always. BTW I'm really sorry about yesterday. It's not that i meant to rush but it's just difficult to contact you sometimes and somewhere I feel like I'm running out of time. Hope everything's alright on your side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just arrived home from shopping with my lilttle sister. Cool stuff, I just bought myself a pair of three quater pants. Ok, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great tyme with DOM the other day. Took lots of pictures and even a recording of our song, Remembering Sally. Too bad Qahar couldn't make it. Check us out at my myspace profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/manic0manic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know about our song, Remembering Sally is the acoustic song on DOM's profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm about to go out soon cause i need to send m grandmother to the hospital. She fell down a few days ago and now she has been complaining that the pelvis(your hip area) is painful. Just hope it's not a pelvic floor fracture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, I've chopped the tickets!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2387862258125443683?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2387862258125443683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2387862258125443683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2387862258125443683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2387862258125443683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-842316120280686384</id><published>2008-04-03T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:58:44.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I don't feel like blogging today, I'll feel you when I feel better aite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-842316120280686384?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/842316120280686384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=842316120280686384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/842316120280686384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/842316120280686384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-guys-i-dont-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3058066772258807243</id><published>2008-04-01T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T02:08:00.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning people, guess I'm feeling much better today. I finally got some rest after aproximately 27 hours of non-sleep. I'm going jamming tomorrow but too bad Qahar can't make it, well, it's alright bro, we'll just work on our 8th ori and we'll fill you in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right bitches, 8 originals!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I woke up at 3 pm today and my body is freaking aching. Never felt so shaged before. Nothing much happened today, just more of healing. Both physical and mentally I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, does anyone have any idea why MSN does not have something like "Out for dinner." or "Out for breakfast." in that fact? haha. Random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3058066772258807243?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3058066772258807243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3058066772258807243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3058066772258807243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3058066772258807243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-people-guess-im-feeling-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1571918185134781931</id><published>2008-03-30T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:23:28.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10.30 am and I haven't slept fot the past 26 hours. Well, I was suppose to go out with Puffyla today but she couldn't make it. I don't blame her, family is definately more important. Well, guess I'll see you another time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a letter to our dearest world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. All my life, I have been trying to make others happy so your crappy piece of shit  wouldn't seem so fucking useless. I mean just look at you. You have more haters in the planet then people loving each other. Grudges, revenge and hatred. What the fuck is wrong with you? I have given alot to you all my life and I'm proud to say that being me is not as easy as it seems. But all I ask of you is for me to at least be happy in this shithole of yours. Why is it so difficult just to be happy? Fuck the money, fuck the fame or whatever shit. You don't need to be the richest and the the most famous person on earth just to find bliss inside. Why is it so fucking difficult for me to be with someone I adore? Someone whom I miss? Someone whom I LOVE. Seriously, what the fuck have I done wrong? You took away alot from me. From the person whom I thought I loved to my own fucking self-esteem. What the fuck? It's self-esteem for crying out loud. Leaving nothing behind? Seriously world, you diserve two middles up. _l_ _l_ . For all the hate and suffer I felt, I've been keeping it inside and enduring every piece of shit you throw at me and with the thought that the grass is greener on the otherside. But everytime I get there, there's nothing more than a shitfull of a wasteland. This isn't the first time this has happened to me and sure as hell I have a feeling it won't be the last. I feel like giving up. Now to a point whereby I wanna fuck everything and just care about myself. Fuck self-respect and everything. No wonder everybody is this planet seem to be a sorry shitface full of puke. All is to be blame it you, you goddam sorry piece of trash. Your hatred, suffering has cause this once lovely place to now just plain shit. Yet, even so, why am I still taking this piece of shit from you? You ought to ask yourself, "Why the hell am I doing this for? Lets just fuck eveything and be like everyone else cause nobody gives a damm anymore. Everyone is gonna die a sorry son of a bitch." Why am I still going on. You wanna know why you fucker? Cause I believe somewhere in that heart of her's lies a place for me. So if you wanaa take that away from me, I swear, I'll be the coldest sadass on this fucking planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Puffyla, this isn't meant for you. I just venting my anger out alright? I'm not angry at you and I don't blame you. When shit happens in the family, families are more important to you than anything else. Truth be told cause I don't see the point of hiding it anymore and these past few days, shit has been happening to me to a point where I just feel like giving up. I never see this coming but Puffyla, you mean alot to me and these past few days has never been brighter because of you. I know you said take it slow but I have never been moved so much by a person before. After all this crap that I'm going through, I'm going to say this before I lose the chance to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffyla, I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it. After my break up with my ex, I never thought I'm ever gonna get myself together again but you prove me wrong and I'm fully aware that this could either make or break me. But with all the shit I'm facing just to make the day not hurt until I can crawl back in my bed and hopefully in the future, next to you again, I guess it doesn't matter if I'm gonna be broken down again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been downhill for you too. But now, I'm holding out my had to you. Will you take my hand and start over? Forget everyone and everything that you've been through be happy together. I cannot promise that everyday will be full of happiness. I mean, surely you will quarrel of the stupidest thing in a relationship right? But this is what I promise you: I'll try to make everyday the happiest for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done almost everything I can,&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;em&gt;If I could, I would. So tell me if I should&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; How Bout Enough - A Vacant Affair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your call. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1571918185134781931?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1571918185134781931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1571918185134781931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1571918185134781931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1571918185134781931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8178274166704941840</id><published>2008-03-29T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:49:20.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going jamming with Yazid, Mahatir and Shu tomorrow. Hahaha. It's been a long time since I last saw her. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what song(s) we're jamming actually. Hahaha. But I guess it doesn't &lt;br /&gt;matter. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bumped into Arina at city music. Haha. I thought nobody goes to that part of the world. Oh and guess who else I bumped into? For Better Endings. Hahaha. Cool shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm meeting Puffyla tmwr too!!!! I cannot wait!!! Hahaha. I MISS YOU LOTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8178274166704941840?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8178274166704941840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8178274166704941840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8178274166704941840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8178274166704941840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-jamming-with-yazid-mahatir-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-3184880241400916672</id><published>2008-03-28T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:04:24.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey balls!!!! Jamming was great yet again. 7 Oris done and 8th ori is underway. I managed to do a few guitar swings. But most off the time, I end up hitting something. At least something not someone. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was soo relieved to see Puffyla online this afternoon. Hey girl, you have no idea how relieved I am to see you online today. It's ok if you cannot make it, I understand your situation. =) Try to go out with me again someday soon ok? I really really really really really really really miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin of this made me remember back then when I spent the nights outside my house cause I overshot the curfew. Well I guess so much have cahnged since then. Now it's more of, be home before 12midnight. Nowdays, I find myself rushing off back home. Mainly because I cannot wait to meet Puffyla online. Everyday, I always look foward for this. I know that this is all in God's hands and so I'm really wishing for the best and hope it happens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping Kin with the tickets tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-3184880241400916672?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3184880241400916672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=3184880241400916672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3184880241400916672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/3184880241400916672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-balls-jamming-was-great-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-9050701875992148312</id><published>2008-03-27T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:06:56.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18 hours to go until jamming. Damm I miss my band. Finally we're jamming again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kin, you better jump this time or I'll personally kick your ass. Oh and go drink all the green tea i gave you. You better not fall sick or I'll go to your house and tickle you until you pee in your pants. Okay guys, time to kick ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Puffyla isn't online today. Hopefully she calls me tomorrow and tag along for jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so far everything's going ok for me. A few bumps here and there but nothing too bad. I guess certain times in life, shit happens and shit doesn't happen randomly. Maybe it's just the way it should be you know? If someone doesn't make it or if someone had plans or maybe last minute changes. I guess it all happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;There's a time and place for eveything, there's a reason why certain people meet&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;-MEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-9050701875992148312?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/9050701875992148312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=9050701875992148312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/9050701875992148312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/9050701875992148312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/18-hours-to-go-until-jamming.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1681914695763594157</id><published>2008-03-26T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:35:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was suppose to meet Kin and Hisham today. The plan was that we accompany Hisham to the airport tofind some part-time job. But apprently somobdy slept through the day -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we went to City Hall for breakfast and proceeded to Music Garage to settle some gig stuff. There's a gig going on at the 3rd of May so do come down and support alright? The poster is to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why does everybody on MSN offline on me today? Hahaha. Ok. I managed to chat with Puffyla for a while, she said something was pissing her off. Then after we chatted for awhile, she suddenly went offline. Girl, I hope everythings alright there. Call me asap alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I've found the cordless thingy but it freaking hell costs around $400 plus. I rather invest on an epiphone. But then again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1681914695763594157?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1681914695763594157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1681914695763594157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1681914695763594157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1681914695763594157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-i-was-suppose-to-meet-kin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5429754745873650984</id><published>2008-03-25T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:27:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally Puffyla is online!!!! God I MISS HER SOOOOOOOO MUCH. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to penin with Joey and Harry today, I wanted to fnd those wireless cable but damm, bloody expensive!!!! $300!!!! Me and Harry then went to bugis searching for the cables while cracking sick snow white jokes. Sadly, most of the guitar shops are close but that really passes the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin, I know you're stress and whatnot but you gotta hangon alright? Don't be too hard on yourself just because we don't have the big break. Just have fun and enjoy while it last alright? Insnt that punk rock? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Puffyla, hey girl =) You seriously make the nights much easier to get through each day =) You're not just any ordinary girl cause I don't believe in coincidences. =) I guess that's why I fell for you. I MISS YOU GIRL. Go out with me again someday kay????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5429754745873650984?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5429754745873650984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5429754745873650984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5429754745873650984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5429754745873650984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-puffyla-is-online-god-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1465193886747527247</id><published>2008-03-23T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:50:49.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, hahaha, just to show you guys cause i got bored, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Swings!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-913309d828b4c96c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D913309d828b4c96c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331058747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A62235626F3EC53A9EA46FD6BB85CA5EDE05D3.256E08A235E3160836BE324E16561D5644E89230%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D913309d828b4c96c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAeSpFMHUXP9Nmh3KbjNX2RYC7BM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D913309d828b4c96c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331058747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A62235626F3EC53A9EA46FD6BB85CA5EDE05D3.256E08A235E3160836BE324E16561D5644E89230%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D913309d828b4c96c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAeSpFMHUXP9Nmh3KbjNX2RYC7BM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I tried it with cables but it kept getting tangled around my neck. Haha, I can imagine during a gig, the cable getting tangled around your neck and suffocating and most probably die.... Hahaha. Note to self: I need a wireless cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1465193886747527247?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=913309d828b4c96c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1465193886747527247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1465193886747527247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1465193886747527247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1465193886747527247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-guys-hahaha-just-to-show-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-440038833579206967</id><published>2008-03-23T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:47:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was damm restless today for certain reason I don't really understand. But hey girl, you made me smile!!!! Oh GOD! I have never been this bored. I guess I miss school, my friends and uttermostly her. KIN!!!! Hang out with me soo kay??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a burst of inspiration today, I wrote a song for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, i'm waiting for midnight&lt;br /&gt;to finally talk to a girl i like&lt;br /&gt;her name is (oops, not now =P), she's a cool slamming rockstar&lt;br /&gt;she's an angel form above the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it okay if i told her today &lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about her everyday&lt;br /&gt;would she stay or go away&lt;br /&gt;will i see her everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she walks the birds all fly&lt;br /&gt;when she smiles, the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;when she sleeps the world is peaceful&lt;br /&gt;no war or hate, she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how it's like, to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i will get that chance&lt;br /&gt;to hold her in my arms and say i love you&lt;br /&gt;and hear her say that i love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah,&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love it girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot wait to put your picture in this blog and myspace. I miss you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-440038833579206967?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/440038833579206967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=440038833579206967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/440038833579206967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/440038833579206967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-damm-restless-today-for-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-166306639358196067</id><published>2008-03-22T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:50:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy... Girl, I think I just fallen for you, seriously. Thanks alot for hanging out with me this morning. I really enjoyed my time =) You know who you are right hot stuff? Hahaha. Even though it's just simply sitting and talking makes me realise something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a realtionship isn't about what you do with your partner or what fancy dinner or money you spent. Sometimes just sitting down and chatting could pass the time and make you forget the world. Sometimes, I feel that we need to step back and appreciate the small things in life cause they actually make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I understand what you're going through so take your time. But not too long kay??? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-166306639358196067?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/166306639358196067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=166306639358196067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/166306639358196067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/166306639358196067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1792958060526044667</id><published>2008-03-20T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:55:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've rewired my guitar and guess what? I got new straplocks!!! Yea!!!! At around Kin's house where we were sessioning, I asked Kin, "Kin, lets have another go at guitar swings." and she said "No way, my chip is already enough." Well, being a jackass, I had another attempt on the guitar swing and guess what? Now I'm swinging my guitar to heaven baby!!!! Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things has been happening lately but there's one thing that you girls should know. You might want to have a ideal thinking that when a guys likes you, he's gonna like you and wait until you are suddenly avalible to them. Well here's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can wait for you all their lives but if ever they feel that the other party somehow lose intrest or that no matter what they do, there's no two-way connection or they feel that the girl makes them lose their trust, they will still wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans, guys cannot wait forever so, when a certain person comes along and somehow the attention is being diverted away, guys won't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the early bird gets the worm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lead on the guy for too long and play hard-to-get, most probably the guy can stand the first few times maybe for the next several times until another girl opens a window of opportunity and leads him to a clearer view of the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to the girls, it's good that you bury your treasure nice and deep but don't you think you're alittle bit harsh on them? If it's too much of a work for the guys, they are just gonna give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want them, just let them know. Assuming that he's the right person for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're confuse, get your feelings together ASAP and think hard. Guys do not like when you say "I cannot give my answer now, I dunnoe weather I like you or not." to a simple yes or no question. Say something like "Gimme a day to think about it." Seriously, more than a week is unreasonably long. I mean, how often do you even think about them and setting things in order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not want them, just say no. Sure it's a little bit hard but put it in a nice way. Seriously, rather than just beating around the bush and wasting each other's time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, &lt;br /&gt;Girls, Guys can wait for you BUT they cannot wait forever. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1792958060526044667?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1792958060526044667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1792958060526044667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1792958060526044667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1792958060526044667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-ive-rewired-my-guitar-and-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-2960863684997292087</id><published>2008-03-18T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:12:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, got some stuff to vent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, to the idiot who rewired my jack. KNNCCB. If you dunnoe how to rewire my guitar, letme do it you bloddy idiot. The damm bloody thing came out again and what do you mean, "Uh sorry, we don't have spare parts here."  kepale bapak dier. Then call yourselves a shop that sells instruments. WTF la, i'm bringin Sidney to Davis tmorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next, to this certain IDIOT who nuged me for no apprent reason and then suspectically blocked my off msn. Go get a life bitch, you know who you are. You cannot be such a attention seeker can you? CB. Go find another IDIOT to fuck and this time make sure he really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most likely get a new strap lock tomorrow, that means more guitar flips balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and jamming yesterday was the bomb man, we practically did a whole set in 30mins to more than satisfactory levels =D&lt;br /&gt;Damm bloody tight. I like =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus I just gotten back my Sims 2! Thanks Kin! My sis is really bugging me for it. Now lets see, how should I mass murder the Silverton family?&lt;br /&gt;Burning? Drowning? Starving? Hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahaa, Fannie Silverton will die very very very very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Somehow, now I owe Syirah a mcspicy -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-2960863684997292087?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2960863684997292087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=2960863684997292087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2960863684997292087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/2960863684997292087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-got-some-stuff-to-vent-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7324848730882273773</id><published>2008-03-17T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:45:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2:30pm yo! and I cannot wait to go out later at around 4pm. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random note. Somehow I fell that doing signs to people, taking pictures of it and posting it up at your myspace or whatever is downright LAME. It's like WTF. Then you go saying something like "Look! -insertnamehere- Wrote my name in ink!!!! WOW!!!!" -________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please tell me you're not that deprive. It's to show that you have besties just by writitng your "friends" names on paper???? C'mon. The next thing you know, they are backstabbing you or whatever shit, I dunnoe. Best friends are judged by sticking through them throughout the years and when you guys go through a period of silence, you'll somehow in one way or another link back with that person and makes you wonder. "how the fuck did I ended up with you again????" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends forever give or take! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7324848730882273773?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7324848730882273773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7324848730882273773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7324848730882273773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7324848730882273773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-230pm-yo-and-i-cannot-wait-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5728913842227307858</id><published>2008-03-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:04:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many people have been asking me to do this so yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=16032008004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/16032008004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAADAA!!!! hahaha, me without specs. Most probably Kin is gonna disturb me. haiz. haha but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today wasn't so eventful. Well had to wake up early to go jemputan. So I got in the car and we headed out. I was expecting it to be like in Punggol or Sengkang or whatever but turns out to be just a 5 min walk away from my house. -.-" people! Save the earth, no need to burn that precious oil and ruin the enviroment. (Zee mcm paham aje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me and my sis actually went for a movie after that. We watched the spiderwick chronicles. Seriously, I was expecting it to be a little bit inaccurate compared to the book but this is like way off sia! holy crap. But it was enjoyable, though it's kinda short and boring. But it kills time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while in the movies, someone unexpectally msged me. haha. guess who? Namira!!! haha. -.-" At least that put a smile on my face. haha. Seriously, she is just like Jenny from The Click Five. -.-""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Cry_Wolf movie which I watched last nite on my lappie was the balls man! Damm cool, with all the twist, turns and curves..... mmmmm.... curves *snaps back into reality* yea... like I was saying. Haha, I wonder, what should I watch next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5728913842227307858?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5728913842227307858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5728913842227307858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5728913842227307858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5728913842227307858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-people-have-been-asking-me-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-4039099088041136203</id><published>2008-03-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:20:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAAAA. I think I'm becoming a big time slacker already man. Lets see&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Bathe&lt;br /&gt;Meet Kin&lt;br /&gt;Meet Hisham&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Play Guitar&lt;br /&gt;and now, about to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I met Hisham. It's been a year I since I last saw him. Well he's still the same at least. But now more cheerful. Thumbs up for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We session with Qahar today. Got all of my originals right. Cool. Seriously, I think Shooting Stars song is really the bomb man along side Nightmare At 508. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damm la.I need a NEW strap! My guitar fell again. Thank god nothing happened to it. It's just the stupid strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot wait for the next jam session! haha. Really miss palying as a full band. Hopefully we're tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-4039099088041136203?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4039099088041136203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=4039099088041136203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4039099088041136203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/4039099088041136203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/waaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8283582129679517024</id><published>2008-03-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:25:35.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of attachment!!!!! Feels so great to finally be free and guess what? I MADE IT TO YEAR 3 BAlLS!!!!! hahahahahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Za, Joel and Mirza went to some cafe, BREEKS if i'm not wrong and hell did I had the sugar rush of my life. hahaha. I jabed an overdose and tucked in to some serious ice cream. hahaha. Remember guys, you did not see me eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went walking around and there was this crazy sale selling VCDs at 5 for 10 bucks!!!! Believe that? Of course, they were old school 90s movies. Hahaha. 90s old school? Maybe in this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to meet Kin for session and work on our 7th and 8th ori and at the same time recap the rest of the oris. But this MAKNENEK last minute cannot make it. Hahaha, well i guess we should have left earlier and the we might just avoid her mum. Oh well.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I bought myself 5 different genres of movies, I wonder which should I watch first?&lt;br /&gt;Should I laugh and puke my dinner out with a comedy movie&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;emotionally rape and toture myself with a romance movie&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Inspire myself and most probably slip into depression knowing I'll never achieve unrealistic goals with a based-on-a-true-story movie&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Jump around like a maniac with a Suspense thriller movie&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;Probably I should just watch a horror movie and pee in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!!!! I'll ask Kin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee: "kin, which would you rather have me do? puke, emotionally toture myself, jump around, slip into depression or pee in my pants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin: " pee in your pants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee: "thanks =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8283582129679517024?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8283582129679517024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8283582129679517024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8283582129679517024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8283582129679517024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-attachment-feels-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-5045175988981025865</id><published>2008-03-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:15:02.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOO! Today's jamming was unexpectly great even though Qahar and Dan couldn't make it. The 6th original for Down One Mile is roughly there and there's a 7th ori coming up. PS: Finish up the solo for the 6th ori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the date tomorrow. Well, she hasn't massaged me back so I guess it just didn't work out. Well, seems I was right again! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I seem to take notice that more girls are actually looking at me. Hmmm =) Which is a good thing! Or a bad thing too. It could either mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damm, this guy is cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damm, this guy is wierd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep my self-esteem at a Happy-Go-Lucky mood, I'm gonna ASSUME that they are thinking about the first one. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I know I've been babbling alot about my love life and my band. I guess that my life revolves so closely around them. Oh and I'm not so good at eleborating stuffs so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm suppose to be gathring information about some drug at the Emergency Resusitation Trolly. But the internate is worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic that they can put up lots of porn websites but cannot put up a simple website explaining the use of e-drugs and the indications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! speaking of drugs, I lost my insulin injection. damm balls. Arrgh!!!! BUT luckily, I have a spare ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Za just called me and confirmed my doubts, yeap, I'm not going out with her. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to end my posts on the lighter side of things, so tomorrow or today actually is the last day of attachment! hahahah FREEDOM BABY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus I'm meeting Qahar and dear nenek Kin this Saturday for session and jam on Mon, most probably at Semei again. Around 8+??? So if you guys wanna tag along and give us constructive feedback while be entertained by us, do drop me an e-mail, PM of just a simple TAG. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-5045175988981025865?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5045175988981025865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=5045175988981025865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5045175988981025865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/5045175988981025865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooo-todays-jamming-was-unexpectly.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1142915088821535839</id><published>2008-03-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:42:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, I'm done with work today. Somehow work has incredibly slacked for the past few days. To the extend when me and Za went hyper during the last 2 ours. Seeing Za trying to hide behind a fire extinguisher box, hahaha, even that, eveybody didn't notice her. Which was an achievement considering her size, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it's been raining the whole day and I wonder how is it going for Kin and gang. Hahaha, they were suppose to go picnic-ing today. Hahahaha, should have seen Kin's semangatness to go. How was the rain Kin? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better side, I somehow figured out that my EX-girlfriend's new boyfriend in Australia is still seeing his old girlfriend. C'mon -insert name here- you don't have to deny it. He didn't set you as top friends, he didn't mention about you in his profile and his girlfriend sent him a "I LOVE YOU" comment. How does it feel to be on the receiving end of this one now huh? I YOUR FACE! and I didn't have to do anything, which makes it sweeter. Hate to say it but I TOLD YOU SO. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm suppose to be going on a date this Friday, with Za's sister. YOUNGER sister. =)&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't think this is gonna work out. Hahaha, I have my reasons. Nope, this has nothing to do with my EX. Oh yeah, we were suppose to be going out on a midnight movie with her close friend. Which means more money for taxi fare and less attention from her to me -.-" I hate being broke. Hahaha, anyway, I'm gonna say this again, cause I just feel like it, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SINGLE and VERY AVALIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1142915088821535839?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1142915088821535839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1142915088821535839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1142915088821535839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1142915088821535839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-well-im-done-with-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-8671149683897500154</id><published>2008-03-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:18:05.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, there was a post on Kin and Syirah's blog that looked kinda intresting, so I guess I'll do it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I'm a guitarist&lt;br /&gt;2.I wanna grow fat and cure AIDS&lt;br /&gt;3.I want a daugther&lt;br /&gt;4.I'm still a virgin&lt;br /&gt;5.I'm single and VERY AVALIBLE =)&lt;br /&gt;6.I love cloudy days&lt;br /&gt;7.I'm clingy in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scare Me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dogs&lt;br /&gt;2.Lightning&lt;br /&gt;3.My jeans falling down while i'm jumping on stage&lt;br /&gt;4.One of my patients falling&lt;br /&gt;5.Medication error&lt;br /&gt;6.Failing exams&lt;br /&gt;7.Dying of diabectic coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Music Of The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Down One Mile&lt;br /&gt;2.The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;3.Mad Caddies&lt;br /&gt;4.Marchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;5.Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;6.Pug Jelly&lt;br /&gt;7.New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say The Most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."Ah yer..."&lt;br /&gt;2."Kepale bapak kau"&lt;br /&gt;3."babiturates betol"&lt;br /&gt;4."kepale hotak kau"&lt;br /&gt;5."eh giler"&lt;br /&gt;6."Geletek kau sapai kau terkencing baru tau"&lt;br /&gt;7."waduh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People Whom I Want To Say "I Love You" To Right Now: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;2.Zahidah&lt;br /&gt;3.Kin&lt;br /&gt;4.Namira&lt;br /&gt;5.My Sis&lt;br /&gt;6.Arina&lt;br /&gt;7.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Did For The First Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Swing my guitar in public&lt;br /&gt;2.Took taxi from east point home&lt;br /&gt;3.Walked off cause my mum pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;4.Ignore handphone messages and calls&lt;br /&gt;5.Save money without any particular reason&lt;br /&gt;6.Wore my new glasses&lt;br /&gt;7.Code blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People To Do This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kin&lt;br /&gt;2.Mirza&lt;br /&gt;3.Arina&lt;br /&gt;4.Syirah&lt;br /&gt;5.Fay&lt;br /&gt;6.Does it eveb matter?&lt;br /&gt;7.Cause I'm short of people so i guess, to everybody reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-8671149683897500154?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8671149683897500154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=8671149683897500154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8671149683897500154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/8671149683897500154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm-there-was-post-on-kin-and-syirahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-7854033115091141176</id><published>2008-03-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:41:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something stupid today. Haha. Me and kin were hanging out together with our guitars when somehow the topic on swinging guitars came out and we decided to give it a try. So kin went first, guess what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to swing 2 times sucessfully, on the third time, her guitar went swinging away and she ended up chipping a big part of her guitar. Lucky for her, it was on the back of her guitar. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I attempted to swing my guitar, it went flying the first time and landed head first (hearbreak). Lucky my guitar didn't chip as bad as i expected it to be. Haha, take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=11032008002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/11032008002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. I don't think I would want to get it repaired. So like in 40 years time when i hang my guitar on the wall, I'll be telling my grandsons and daugthers "Boy boy, girl girl, last tyme atok use to swing atok's guitar with nenek Kin you know, see the guitar have a dent." hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that makes like 1 sucessful guitar swing and 2 unsucessful guitar swing. -.-" Gosh, I to get better guitar strap locks. Then I'll be swinging my way to heaven baby! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done new glasses balls!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=11032008006-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/11032008006-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so much better right? This cost me like $181 but I think it's worth it. I'm thinking of getting green contact lenses. Hahahaha. Now hopefully with these new glasses, I'd stand a better chance in scoring chicks =) Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-7854033115091141176?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7854033115091141176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=7854033115091141176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7854033115091141176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/7854033115091141176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-did-something-stupid-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-1019736397208307806</id><published>2008-03-11T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:43:04.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reflecting back ont the past years, how my guitar actually evolved. My first electric guitar was an old family guitar. An old Aria Pro 2 actually. guess it's even older than I am, hahaha. i remember, the bridge had a fissure straight down the middle and the pick ups had feed back that'll make you go shouting like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow along the road, i managed to get a new guitar, a Yamaha Pacifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=g1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/g1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I think is kinda cool cause like it's damm versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember by then I had decent guitar skills to play rythm. haha. had my first gig with that guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=948587726l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/948587726l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Sweet. As years go by, I started to customize my guitar. From string to the looks. check this out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/?action=view&amp;current=g2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k171/maxisblack/g2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the B**** thingy is deliberate, dedicated to my EX-GIRLFRIEND. Haha, this one is good. If you notice, there's like a hot lady in between the pickups. It's like while you are playing you're like stroking her, haha, like malays call it, "gentel" hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Playing guitar is like having sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stickers are like random stuff that I use to express myself. Kinda love my guitar. Sidney! That's her name. I'm thinking on investing in an Epiphone SG. Must be an SG. Somehow now i'm playing lead guitar for my band, DOWN ONE MILE. Check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/downonemile"&gt;www.myspace.com/downonemile&lt;/a&gt; and at the same time add us up! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-1019736397208307806?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1019736397208307806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=1019736397208307806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1019736397208307806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/1019736397208307806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-reflecting-back-ont-past-years-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446708393823289810.post-6526851646833972009</id><published>2008-03-10T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:31:04.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is my new blog, hopefully, i can keep it updated unlike the old one, just for your amusement : &lt;a href="http://www.rockinprogress.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.rockinprogress.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, thanks alot to my sis for assisting me in getting this blog skin up. i'm a doofus when it comes to techno stuff. now my sister attempting to irritate me by singging some sicko shark eating human song. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kin, if you are reading this, TAG ME BODOH, hahaha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446708393823289810-6526851646833972009?l=isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6526851646833972009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446708393823289810&amp;postID=6526851646833972009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6526851646833972009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446708393823289810/posts/default/6526851646833972009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyourgrandmother.blogspot.com/2008/03/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Zee Blastyourstereo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879032215722256525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QZOWbO5EW0/TYjTWVYMH1I/AAAAAAAAANM/y0xCHXculio/s220/Photo%2B5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
