<?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-9233890</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:18:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a perplexed mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115686966394763898</id><published>2006-08-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:41:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last.</title><content type='html'>trials are over and i canfinally breathe and relax. thank godd.&lt;br /&gt;i so cant wait for the end of the yr to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this might be the last time im using this blog address.&lt;br /&gt;im going to change my email for msn messenger and im going to set up myspace.&lt;br /&gt;my friendster will be quite dead. wait, it is  dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so look out for updates on the new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115686966394763898?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115686966394763898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115686966394763898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115686966394763898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115686966394763898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/08/last.html' title='last.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115566584617852089</id><published>2006-08-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:23:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racism?</title><content type='html'>i was reading Dawn's blog entry just now and she was talking about racism and some being racists towards their own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to comment just a bit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no problems with asians or whites or blacks or hispanics or whatever. sometimes when i think of asians, the only race that comes to mind are those who are Chinese who are from China. and i don't have anything against these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think when i talk about some races i might tend to sound a bit biased? yeah. like Taylors College is seriously a second China. it's like Chinatown in China during Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;90% of the people are from China and i get frustrated sometimes because you think when youre in australia you will be in a more multicultural society.&lt;br /&gt;i think im an attitude-ist. (no such word but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so FOR those chinese who come to australia to better their english and all that but what pisses me off is that instead of practising it, they talk chinese all the time. and thats what i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Australia so speak English. if you want to speak Chinese all the time then i suggest you go back to China? i mean whats the point of coming to Australia to better your English if you keep speaking chinese all the time. (yeah to get better education and bla bla but why not speak english anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having dinner the other evening with a group of chinese friends and they know i cant understand chinese but through out the WHOLE ENTIRE meal they ONLY spoke Chinese. THE WHOLE TIME. everyone on the table spoke chinese and laughed and everything with each other while i just sat there to try and understand a few words just to feel involved. and that is what pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason why i chose to study in Australia was that i felt that i was being supressed back in kl in what way i have no idea but i just felt that way. like i couldnt be understood and i had to get out of the whole conservativeness thing. BUT I LOVE MALAYSIA DONT GET ME WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i come here and feel even more supressed and misunderstood, that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally okay with every race and i dont feel that some race are better than others. i just have a problem with the attitude of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not be typing comprehensibly and thats cuz its 4 am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i also wanna say that i appreciate those asians who speak english to me altho theyre not good at it but at least they try. i really dont mind as long as i understand what youre saying and i can respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats why i dont have like heaps of friends here coz i mostly hang out with Aussies, Singaporeans, Malaysians and these make up only a few of the population of the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to say anything regarding whatever ive said please tell me on msn and dont keep it or bitch about it somewhere else coz im open to whatever opinion anyone has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg shit my grammar and everything sucks coz ive not written since forever. ahh who caress. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh yeah the time on this this is wrong. im gonna start a new blog soon anyways so nvm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115566584617852089?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115566584617852089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115566584617852089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115566584617852089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115566584617852089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/08/racism.html' title='racism?'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115468715022036405</id><published>2006-08-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:25:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jason mraz.</title><content type='html'>jason mraz is such an awesome singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to this concert on wednesday night. it was really fun and awesome. he's funny. HAHA. before the concert, me and van and bryant went to have japanese food and then we made our way to "the forum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the queue to get in was like fucking LONG but its okay we took pictures. everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was fun because jason was really funny and he did acoustic which was good too. sang a few songs which i didnt know and some songs which i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy threw his boxers on stage and a girl threw her panties on stage. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my view was blocked by this gay couple and they were like really tall so i could only see jason from between their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanted to add that vanessa dropped her LOUIS VUITTON purse when she went to the toilet and this aussie guy followed her and returned it to her. i tell you, that can only happen in australia because in spore/kl, it will be gone in an INSTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this aussie guy and his friends approached us to ask what genre does jason sin and bla bla. ok im so lazy to blog now whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nabz if youre reading this.. i miss youuu heaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115468715022036405?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115468715022036405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115468715022036405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115468715022036405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115468715022036405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/08/jason-mraz.html' title='jason mraz.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115056635004772815</id><published>2006-06-18T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:45:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEJA VU</title><content type='html'>beyonce's new single has leaked and its hot! its called deja vu and its featuring jay z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hot and i swear it will be the song of the summer or winter in whatever continent you are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the starting of the song where beyonce mentions the name of the instruments. fuck i miss her welcome back B. cant wait to hear it in clubs and the beat is mad and tight. WOOOOT. and beyonce's vocals has improved tremendously. i dont think a lot of ppl can copy it coz its really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the video. i bet it will be AWESOMMMEEEE.I CANT STAND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok to those who dislike it whatever i love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i swear its deja vu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115056635004772815?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115056635004772815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115056635004772815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115056635004772815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115056635004772815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/deja-vu_115056635004772815.html' title='DEJA VU'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115047075490040824</id><published>2006-06-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:12:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MB.</title><content type='html'>vanessa is inviting me and others to STOMP next week! how ferrel is that? like totally man.&lt;br /&gt;ive always wanted to watch STOMP live but never got to coz i never had the chance so now i get to go&lt;br /&gt;and that is very very awesome. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching michael buble's concert dvd thing and i think he's amazing. his voice is so good live unlike most singers now who sound nothing like their cds. i think for someone to be able to be a singer, he/she must be able to sing live and singers who cant sing live should be called singers and should only be called entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was to be a singer i would actually choose jazz as a genre. yes i like rnb but jazz is so fun coz you get to have a live band backing you up. after watching his show, i felt this longing to perform again. its been ages since ive performed for anything. i miss it becuse i use to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rememembered singing one of the hardest songs of all for the school's play West Side Story which is Maria. it was so hard coz the genre was not my genre at all because it was kinda opera-esque and i couldnt do rnb at all and it felt weird but ppl said they liked it so i guess i did alright. and i tried to do rock songs for this other concert thing and that was fun but that will be the last time i try rock. i like rock but performing it is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never performed jazz before and i want to. the feeling of having a band back you up is amazing i think. buble has inspired me. muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shaira told me ne-yo was here before. dammit. &lt;br /&gt;oh and jason mraz is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats it. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115047075490040824?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115047075490040824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115047075490040824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115047075490040824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115047075490040824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/mb.html' title='MB.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115038077587184299</id><published>2006-06-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:12:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over.</title><content type='html'>hell yeah the exams are OVER. I AM SO RELIEVED YOU HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;the stress, the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was alright. MATHS TOTALLY SUCKED OMFG I DONT EVEN WANNA WALK ABT IT COZ IT WAS LIKE THE WORST PAPER IVE EVER DONE IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE. econs was fine and accounts was fine too.  PLS LET MY GPA BE 7.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out to the city tomorrow since i dont have any papers. i shall go and have retail therapy. yes. the best therapy. and return the books to the libary and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched family guy, american dad and scrubs back to back on tv just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back hoooooooooooooooome. wheeeee. malaysian fooood. yum. and bahasa malaysia. and other malaysian things. oh and ASTRO! cable. I MISS CABLE. why? because theres no MTV. I KNOW. how annoying right? wtf. but nvm. no cable means will study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to the uni experience thing. will elaborate in detail next time. basically we will experience uni. yeah okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im watching big brother now and krystal is blowing a condom up and filling it up with tampons. i hope jamie gets voted off big brother coz he annoys me coz he always walks around the house NAKED and like they will show his dick and stuff. yeah seriously. i get it if they shower nude but walking around nude? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and claire is now showring topless. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF BIG BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats it im bored and tired i wanna go to bed so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115038077587184299?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115038077587184299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115038077587184299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115038077587184299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115038077587184299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/over.html' title='over.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-115012453511997437</id><published>2006-06-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:02:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wc</title><content type='html'>It's the Queen's birthday on Monday so it's a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;and on Tuesday is a study break holiday but im going for math turorials in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MATHS SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have eng,math and econs on wed and accounting on thurs. ARGH i hate EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did you guys catch the world cup just now? Australia vs. Japan? I MEAN COME ON H0W AMAZING WAS THAT? its like Japan was leading for like the whole entire match by 1 goal and the last TEN MINUTES.. AUSTRALIA SCORED LIKE 3 FRICKING GOALS.&lt;br /&gt;it was fucking awesome and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AUSTRALIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite rare of me to talk abt footie but i just had to blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-115012453511997437?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/115012453511997437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=115012453511997437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115012453511997437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/115012453511997437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/wc.html' title='wc'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114996804261178951</id><published>2006-06-11T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:34:02.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p!atd.</title><content type='html'>hey fatz remember like 5000 years ago when you intro-ed p!atd to me and i really fucking liked it? and nobody else knew about it and i MEAN nobody? it was fun while it lasted right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i just think they're too famous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah ppl check out but its better if you do by p!atd. i think its a really cool videos. i like their vids and i think this is the best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i want to come to sydney and do a concert here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p!atd&lt;br /&gt;ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;mary j. blige&lt;br /&gt;imogen heap&lt;br /&gt;jeff buckley (i wish, except he died a few years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;and...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i cant believe i missed youth group's concert at sydney uni a few weeks ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114996804261178951?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114996804261178951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114996804261178951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114996804261178951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114996804261178951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/patd.html' title='p!atd.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114987809060666441</id><published>2006-06-10T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:34:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imogen heap</title><content type='html'>i've known imogen heap for quite some time now. Actually since the OC episode where Caleb died aired to be exact. ive always thought her to be an odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, after watching her perform on youtube at the david letterman show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SHE'S FUCKING TALENTED AND A GENIUS AND IS SUCH AN AMAZING SINGER/SONG WRITER/ PERFORMER. seriously people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here : &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XmD0dsAEZd0&amp;search=imogen%20heap"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=XmD0dsAEZd0&amp;amp;search=imogen%20heap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114987809060666441?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114987809060666441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114987809060666441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114987809060666441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114987809060666441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/imogen-heap_10.html' title='imogen heap'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114987800670535506</id><published>2006-06-10T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:33:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imogen heap</title><content type='html'>i've known imogen heap for quite some time now. Actually since the OC episode where Caleb died aired to be exact. ive always thought her to be so odd musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, after watching her perform on youtube at the david letterman show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SHE'S FUCKING TALENTED AND A GENIUS AND IS SUCH AN AMAZING SINGER/SONG WRITER/ PERFORMER. seriously people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here : &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XmD0dsAEZd0&amp;search=imogen%20heap"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=XmD0dsAEZd0&amp;amp;search=imogen%20heap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114987800670535506?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114987800670535506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114987800670535506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114987800670535506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114987800670535506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/imogen-heap.html' title='imogen heap'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114969620765748311</id><published>2006-06-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:03:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever.</title><content type='html'>i spent last weekend at my aunt's house in Bowrel, Mittagong. It was outside sydney.. somewhere in the southern highlands. it was about an hour's drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really cold and we had our warm PJs on and hot chocolate and toast. we watched this dvd called we can be heroes. it was really funny coz it was this mockumentary on australians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway spent the night there and headed back on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, me and bryant went to th Fisher Library Uni of Sydney to get books for our assisngnments. it was raining and it was winter = REALLY COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.  you know how when its cold in winter you can see your breath? I SAW MY BREATH. IT WAS VERY EXCITING. and i kept blowing air out of my mouth and i think ppl were looking. so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today i woke up at around 11++am and reached class at 1120am. after like half an hour.. the teacher sorta stopped teaching and said it was time to go. I WAS CONFUSED coz i just woke up and wedneday classes are supposed to be 75 mins long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I REALISED CLASSES ACTUALLY STARTED AT 1030. like omfg.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was all nice and went.. israk? right? when i came in and was like.. "those of you who came late today pls give me your names" at the end of the class. ODDNESS x 9307430756320.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that were to happen to any other classes, i would've been kicked out in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finished my english assignment and can concentrate on studying for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE, BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is such a weird entry. AS ALWAYS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114969620765748311?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114969620765748311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114969620765748311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114969620765748311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114969620765748311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/forever.html' title='forever.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114961042069177856</id><published>2006-06-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:13:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/DSC01111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/DSC01111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/DSC00931.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/DSC00931.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dont know whats up with the "x"s but ill fix em next time. alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has changed. chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114961042069177856?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114961042069177856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114961042069177856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114961042069177856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114961042069177856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/more.html' title='more.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114960997411998075</id><published>2006-06-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:06:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/DSC01099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/DSC01099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/DSC00931.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/DSC00931.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/DSC00994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/DSC00994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought of uploading some Mardi Gras 2006 Photos.&lt;br /&gt;more to come. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114960997411998075?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114960997411998075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114960997411998075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114960997411998075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114960997411998075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-thought-of-uploading-some-mardi.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114918396045784262</id><published>2006-06-02T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:46:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sept. grad.</title><content type='html'>i just thought i should have a proper update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been a rollercoaster here. there are times when you're perfectly fine with everything and everyone and there are times when everything and everyone pisses you off. i guess that's what life is all about - drama. i'm quite homesick now because the thought of going back home for the july holidays is always at the back of my mind. i reckon that's a really bad thing as our next assessment is on the 14th and 15th of june. i only have 2 days of exams and i'll be free after that. on that week's monday is the Queen's birthday so its a holiday and the next day is a student vacation day and wed and thurs and fri are exam days. i dont have any exams on friday because there arent any tests on Social Science this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are thinking of coming here. TAKE UP SOCIAL SCIENCE. its the most RELAXED subject.. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having trouble with maths because the math is really tough here. i can barely understand it. the economics is overwhelming but accounting is quite okay. i quite enjoy accounting actually. it's not that hard but its not that easy. i'll prolly major in accounting if i can get into bachelor of commerce in USyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday there was a graduation for the september batch and i was invited to come as a guest. the bad news was that it got poor response so they had to cancel it but they booked a club for the people who paid and signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the club was in the city, opposite Hoyts Cinemas and its called StarBar. i think its so awesome coz the club is quite massive and its free so you only pay for drinks which is far out in my opinion. i had a few sips here and there and got my own glass of something. it was good fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few hours we went upstairs to where the dancefloor was and so begins the 5 hour straight of clubbing. the others sort of stopped and went downstairs once in a while but i didnt. i havent been clubbing in so long so i stayed on my feet for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they played i'm sprung and your body and that brought back memories of the outings i had with fiza and shamin when i was back in kl. love you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were so many other songs that brought memories to my days in kl and also in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few hours of dancing though i went to the bar to get a glass of WATER. yuhanis, read.. i drank WATER OKAY. yeah anyway, went to get a drink coz i was so thirsty and i just sat somehwere near the dance floor looking at some people who were dancing to jamaican songs. i really like how jamaican girls can move their body in ways which no other girls can. theres this thing abt they move and one of them came up to me and started dancing in front of me while i was drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started dancing with all these jamaican people and that was heaps fun. basically i had fun that friday and my body ached the next day. a typical clubbing after effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. like at around 4am.. i went to the back of the club to sit down coz i was really tired and i wanted to put my head down and this bouncer came up to me and was like " are you okay?" and i was yeah yeah just tired but he couldn't hear me and thought i had ODed or something. and fahad came and dragged me out of the club with everyone else. till today he still thinks i was drunk but i really wasnt coz i was just tired. he's been telling everyone i was drunk and shit. like.. wtf right. but nvm. it was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahid was drunk that night and started talking to me about the past and i was just going yeah yeah whatevs i dont give a shit. (yeah its sorta of an inside thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got so much assignment to do its not even funny anymore and the amount of catching up with studies is also far out. argh. i need to stop sleeping and going clubbing and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate called the other day and asked if i wanted to come and stay for the weekend in Bowrel ( i dont know how its spelt but its basically a suburb in sydney). i said of course. anything to get away from college. but i realised i have so much catching up to do and i have to go to uni to get some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cancel it but i still wanna go. im TORN bitches. fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah we went for an excursion to uni of syd. FUCK IT i wanna go there. it was fucking awesome like all the white ppl was nice for a change rather than my ASIAN college. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon everyone should go to the Uni of Sydney. why? because its just so fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114918396045784262?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114918396045784262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114918396045784262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114918396045784262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114918396045784262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/06/sept-grad.html' title='sept. grad.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114875323455547411</id><published>2006-05-28T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:07:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/emo%20and%20glam%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/emo%20and%20glam%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this will be the LAST pic from the whole emo-day-out thing. i look different and i think coz its the camera angle and my hair is totally different. first time i did it like that. i quite like how the pic turned out. like how theres this empty space on the right and im on the left thing. yeah i think you get it. okay thats it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114875323455547411?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114875323455547411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114875323455547411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114875323455547411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114875323455547411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/05/last.html' title='last.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114875263287354417</id><published>2006-05-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:57:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/emo%20and%20glam%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/emo%20and%20glam%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats a picture of nicole. i think its a really awesome picture. I TOOK IT! it was at a bus stop somewhere in the city. look at that old woman.. she wants to be in the pic too. nicole likes the picture too. it looks like a spread in a magazine but minus the old woman and those random people at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/emo%20and%20glam%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/emo%20and%20glam%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah that's me. i dont know what's with the middle finger again. all the okay looking pics have middle fingers in them. but whatevs. i think its a cool pic. haha. nicole took that pic by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it with the pics. more to come next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114875263287354417?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114875263287354417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114875263287354417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114875263287354417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114875263287354417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/05/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114857447154645134</id><published>2006-05-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:27:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMODAYOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/emo%20and%20glam%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/emo%20and%20glam%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok that is me and nicole after our poseur day out in sydney. so we figured we'd go out in public and walk in the heart of sydney dressed as emo - me and i forgot what nicole was. had fun and heaps of stares. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont think ill do it again. its just not me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114857447154645134?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114857447154645134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114857447154645134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114857447154645134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114857447154645134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/05/emodayout.html' title='EMODAYOUT'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114857374587314532</id><published>2006-05-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:15:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brown table.</title><content type='html'>hey people its been sucha long time i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaps of things have happened these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a hip hop dance comp at Uni of Syd last week with shaira and zalea and i think it was like one of the best dance comps ive been in. like it was far out. totally out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohhoo. to nish and geet, ill show you the vids i ripped from shaira when i come back on the 2nd of july okay? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what else? heaps and heaps of assignments to do and exams are coming. im stressed. i really wanna get into USyd. by hook or by crook. i will bitches. note that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pass maths and get over 70 for econs acct and social science. i will i will i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i havent been spending much time with the ppl i spent heaps of time with when i came here. thats sad. i donnt how we drifted off. i guess time changes us. i dont wanna dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there'll be wireless internet on 1st june so i think i can come online more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting cold here in sydney. winter time! whoo. i like winter. i like the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going clubbing tomorrow with friends. i havent been clubbing for such a long time its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it.&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114857374587314532?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114857374587314532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114857374587314532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114857374587314532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114857374587314532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/05/brown-table.html' title='brown table.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114598888054672386</id><published>2006-04-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:14:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pcd. omfg.</title><content type='html'>OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after nearly half a year of waiting, PCD has FINALLY released Buttons as their next single and it has a video with snoop dogg in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FUCKIN' HOT VIDEO. ARGH. ITS HOT. ITS HOOOOOOOOOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those stripper-esque moves are the bomb. fuck fuck fuck its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go clubbing and having DJs play this song in the club. the bass in the song MOVES me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo shaira! our song is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we use to listen to it like a long time ago and wishing it was a single so that there will be a video and we KNEW the steps were gonna be HOT. (at least i wished it. you wanted some other slow song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voila. IT FUCKIN IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know its weird to be starting off blogging abt PCD after a long hiatus but i just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the vid on youtube in shahid's room and got really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know PCD isnt the most talented group in the world but you gotta admit.. theyre fuckin HOT right? i mean come on. even girls think theyre hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er yeah. so life is good. its the hols now. starting to get really cold in sydney but i love the cold because all your jackets and such are ACTUALLY needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i see someone in malaysia wearing a jacket or a long sleeve tshirt out i'll frickin laugh my ass off. why? i donno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry isnt making any sense and im gonna regret posting it up because its 4am and im not asleep yet. okaaaaaaaay. i better stop NOW before i start talking more nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill try and update more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TO ALL THOSE READERS WHO STILL DROP BY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh last thing. im addicted to Big Brother Australia. its sucha lame ass show but i still watch it because i love reality tv and its the closest i get to being around australians. pathetic huh? i know it is so shut up already. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114598888054672386?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114598888054672386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114598888054672386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114598888054672386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114598888054672386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/04/pcd-omfg.html' title='pcd. omfg.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114129670285481926</id><published>2006-03-02T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:51:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all beings.</title><content type='html'>im fine and well in sydney, australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just moved out of my nightmare.. a.k.a my homestay. and im finally in taylors house.&lt;br /&gt;actually its VERY good here. like.. you can do whatever you want here and... yes. its good.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9.55 today i was just 5 minutes late. ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the other house it takes more than an hour to reach school. omg. must walk then bus then train then walk again. now its just take lift and go 3 floors down. and voila.. you've reached your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room mate is okay. he's from malaysia... perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat else to type because i have sorta lost my blogging skills.&lt;br /&gt;im currently using shaira's computer in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever had a blogging flare? er no. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lost in the city today. and i got lost on the way back. yes i went out to the city at night alone. how loseristic was that? very. and i hope i dont do that again. unfortch, shaira wasn't here and everyone else was busy with their shits. thats why i went alone but i dont regret it because now i wont get lost because i've learnt from my mistakes. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there is assessment next week and its like 5% of your GPA. im going to fail maths.. so i persevere to go for tutorials every morning from monday onwards. this week i just want to adapt to my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday.. there is a Mardi Grass. from 8 pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going and i got invited to go by a couple of people so i think i should go.&lt;br /&gt;shaira doesnt wanna go though. BOO YOU. wet blanket. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who dont know.. Mardi Gras is a gay and lesbian parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114129670285481926?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114129670285481926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114129670285481926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114129670285481926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114129670285481926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-all-beings_02.html' title='hello all beings.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-114129666956062334</id><published>2006-03-02T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:51:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all beings.</title><content type='html'>im fine and well in sydney, australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just moved out of my nightmare.. a.k.a my homestay. and im finally in taylors house.&lt;br /&gt;actually its VERY good here. like..  you can do whatever you want here and... yes. its good.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9.55 today i was just 5 minutes late. ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the other house it takes more than an hour to reach school. omg. must walk then bus then train then walk again. now its just take lift and go 3 floors down. and voila.. you've reached your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room mate is okay. he's from malaysia... perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat else to type because i have sorta lost my blogging skills.&lt;br /&gt;im currently using shaira's computer in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever had a blogging flare? er no. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lost in the city today. and i got lost on the way back. yes i went out to the city at night alone. how loseristic was that? very. and i hope i dont do that again. unfortch, shaira wasn't here and everyone else was busy with their shits. thats why i went alone but i dont regret it because now i wont get lost because i've learnt from my mistakes. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there is assessment next week and its like 5% of your GPA. im going to fail maths.. so i persevere to go for tutorials every morning from monday onwards. this week i just want to adapt to my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday.. there is a Mardi Grass. from 8 pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going and i got invited to go by a couple of people so i think i should go.&lt;br /&gt;shaira doesnt wanna go though. BOO YOU. wet blanket. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who dont know.. Mardi Gras is a gay and lesbian parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-114129666956062334?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/114129666956062334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=114129666956062334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114129666956062334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/114129666956062334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-all-beings.html' title='hello all beings.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113955679057148325</id><published>2006-02-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:33:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM IN AUSSIE.</title><content type='html'>helllooooooooooooooooooooooooo everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in sydney and its been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got lots of story to tell and stuff but i dont have te time to blog and i dont have internet at home so yeah. well my homestay is quite boring because you have to be in your room by 9pm. yes i know. it really sucks but i guess ill use the time efficiently by studying and doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried but i end up falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. its been super here and college life is sorta fun. its different but i like it. its VERY tiring. VERY VERY TIRING. theres so much to cram within this year and its gonna be hectic. i made a lot of friends from all over the world. ironically enough.. i make singapore and malaysian friends. ive not made any aussie friends coz its an international college. oh well.. i gotta wait and ill join some clubs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes start at 11am and it ends at 5pm. i didnt like my timetable because it started too late and it ended too late too so i changed it to 10am to 4pm. i think thats better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in Illawong. its in a suburb in sydney and its very nice there.. a bit far from college though but i like it coz its very quiet and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats its for today. ill be blogging when i have time or when i have internet. if you guys wanna contact me just send me an email alright? &lt;a href="mailto:israk88@gmail.com"&gt;israk88@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then. see ya. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113955679057148325?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113955679057148325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113955679057148325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113955679057148325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113955679057148325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-aussie.html' title='IM IN AUSSIE.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113838736782278200</id><published>2006-01-28T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:42:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in hong kong</title><content type='html'>hong kong is cold.&lt;br /&gt;but i like cold so i like hong kong. at least you get to wear the sweaters and  long sleeved shirts for a proper reason. its REALLY cold. not EXTREMELY cold. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to find jackets for the winter in Aussie but everything was either too expensive or there were no sizes. i nearly bought an Armani one though. it wasnt really expensive and it had REAL FUR. really soft. i loved it but there were no more sizes. DAMMIT. ill prolly get jackets in Aussie later. i bought a few long sleeved t-shirts from Zara though. what i like about Zara is that its not made in China. like.. its made from Portugal or Morocco.. or those kinda countries. different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. im homestay. im just gonna sum it up real quickly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are OLD.&lt;br /&gt;they have a DOG.&lt;br /&gt;and you have to take the TRAIN and the BUS and it takes an hour to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote letter begging to be put in a better home. and i hope they reply because im desperate. but the good thing is after my birthday which is on the 16th of March.. im gonna move into my own apartment. so im looking forward to that. like.. how cool is it to say "I HAVE AN APARTMENT". ill prolly share it with a couple of people but i dont mind. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college starts in a few days and im actually not ready. im too used to slacking around doing nothing and watching tv and making my brain rot. im getting too comfy and that sucks. and ive been eating a lot so a diet is needed. oh and ive been watching Lost now. yes only the first season because my mom has the DVD of the complete season so i wanted to watch it like a marathon and let me tell you.. IT ROCKS MY SOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. its scary though. i dont know. its very scary to me ah. all the mystery and shit. NO SPOILERS PLEASE. i like EVERY character and thats a first because in some shows i dont like a character because of something but this one i like everyone! okay enough abt this because i know everyone as watched it and im a bit slow but nvm. i wanna continue watching the 11th episode and so on of the OC! damn i miss marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flight to Sydney is on Saturday at 750. i cant wait because i heard the weather is great! WOOHOO! not hot and not cold. purrfect. yea k lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have asked me with this whole travelling around...if i missed my family. the thing is i dont quite miss them. wait.. YES I DO. but the thing is.. im used to it that i can deal with it. like how i lived in S'pore for 6 years without my grandparents and 2 years in Malaysia without my parents and soon 4 years in Aussie without ANYONE. im quite immuned to all this. my trick to it is not to think about it. NOT ONCE. dont let your mind wander off because if it does.. youre gonna have a breakdown. keep yourself occupied by doing something because not thinking abt it is my only solution to this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sad when i left Malaysia because i knew i was gonna be alone... but i wont think about it and i wont let myself. i think what makes a person strong isnt just physically but also mentally and emotionally. people might say im stoic but thats just how i handle things. its different but its the only thing that gets me thru my own life. no one migt understand but hey.. its your own life so deal with ir your own way and i deal with it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW. this is getting too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be signing off now. ill be blogging when im finally settled down in Australia. Email me at israk88@gmail.com if you guys wanna keep in touch or something alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill see you guys when i see you guys. NOT literally. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113838736782278200?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113838736782278200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113838736782278200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113838736782278200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113838736782278200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-hong-kong.html' title='in hong kong'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113795669416589211</id><published>2006-01-23T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:04:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving soon.</title><content type='html'>i cant believe im leaving tomorrow! yeah its nearly 3am  now so its counted as a monday and i leave on tuesday so IT IS TOMORROW. this whole studying in sydney thing still hasnt hit me yet. im just carrying out my life as usual as if im not going anywhere. ill prolly hit rock bottom there after a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed out and cut my tongue a few days back due to excessive vomiting. i wonder how these bullimic girls do it. it makes you super duper califragilisticly weak! omg. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend quite a lot of money shopping 2 days ago. bought clothes! WOOHOO! i kinda feel guilty coz my mom said dont buy anymore stuff coz your luggage will be heavy. but i dont listen and im gonna get it when i arrive in hong kong on tuesday. shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i bought a BenQ laptop the other day! its super REALLY NICE! i love it coz its not too big or too small. just RIGHT. and its... BLACK! so i dont have to ever worry if the laptop's color will be "in" or not because black is always in. I LOVE MY LAPTOP.. but its stashed somehwere and ill only use it when im away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to meet my OTHER family. you know? my dad's side. i still feel like there is a void. OBVIOUSLY. because ive never met them before.. and then suddenly.. OKAY THIS IS YOUR FAMILY NOW. well they gave me some money. how thoughtful. MORE SHOPPING THEN! gotta get 2 pairs of shoes and etc. oh and i have a GREAT GRANDMOTHER! how awesome is that? like.. GREAT GRANDMA!! shes 90-something and she's chinese. i think shes really cool... like she tells me interesting stories and stuff. shes quite hip too! she got a new nokia flip phone the other day and then i accompanied her to klcc because she wanted to buy some clothes. DESIGNER ONES. AWESOME RIGHT? and shes my GREAT GRANDMA. altho i met her for a couple of hours I LOVE HER ALREADY. she sayd she might be gone in a couple of years so shes really thankful that she got to meet me after 17 years. she cried after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sad tho. i never know what to reply when people talk abt death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight ROCKED AS WELL! ive been having these fantastic days and i'll keep em as memories to keep me going in sydney. ill really miss my friends and family. HAIIIH.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. we had dinner at TGIF and they had really fabulous food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GET THIS.. i told them that it was me and shaira's birthday so we got free dessert and free cheers! HIP HIP HOORAY!  very very very fun and happening kay. haha. and a lot of pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddly, i dont have anything planned for tomorrow, my last day in malaysia. eh wait.. yes yes.. im going shopping. how could i forget a SHOPPING TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is it lah. my eyelids are getting very droopy and im dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna thank Geetha, Nisha, Sarah, Hanis, Noreen, Fauzi, Faiz, Shafiq, Shaira, Aston for coming to my farewell dinner. it really IS farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im done here for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113795669416589211?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113795669416589211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113795669416589211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113795669416589211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113795669416589211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/leaving-soon.html' title='leaving soon.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113735167011615988</id><published>2006-01-16T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T03:01:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jamuan'05</title><content type='html'>JAMUAN PERPISAHAN 2005. (GRADUATION AND FAREWELL PARTY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th of January 2005, the schools of Sri Inai Senior celebrated its graduation cum farewell party cum prom. It lasted 7 hours and my body is aching but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather and Mom attended to event. It started at around 11am and "Summon the Heroes" accompanied the Graduating Batch of 2005 in. My mind wandered off a bit and i thought about Outdoor2002 but I snapped out of it when we had to line up and receive our awards. The funny thing was, they had to give me this basket to put all the mementos and prizes because I couldn't carry it with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL went first and the PJ and after that we took photos and bla bla. There were a lot of speeches made my the Head Prefects and Chairmans and etc. After the whole prize giving ceremony we had to change out of our robes and get ready for the Best Dressed Competition. Surprisingly.. I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite dumbfounded actually because it really was a last minute decision. I wore a striped dark blue suit with a black shirt and a shiny red slim tie. I also added a rose to my pocket so that it'll match my tie. It was quite a simple outfit but yay coz i won. Shaira won for the girls. Nabz and Johan won for PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had our lunches and watched videos made by bith schools. Quite saddening though. It was a bummer that we could not hear the actual song. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Me, Adib and Wany were chosen to be the judges for Talent Time. It was an overall good performance. Thanks girls for tributing a dance for me! You guys rocked! HAHA. I gave them quite high marks because they were good! Yeah and they WON. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the whole Form 5s went up on stage and Noreen and Shafiq recited poems on behaf of us and then we gave out roses to the teachers. PJ sang Yesterday and thats it. After that there were closing acts and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. at the end of the whole event.. we had this Mass Dance. It's sorta like clubbing but with teachers watching and very limited space. IT WAS GOOD FUN THOUGH. I was so lethargic after that and my body is aching now and im so sleepy. We danced for about an hour or so and then everyone left for home. Some of us went to the nearest Mall to hang out for awhile to catch up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at around 9 and this was a very long day indeed. I'll upload pics A.S.A.P. and not now coz i dont have time. It was a really good prom because everything went smoothly without much cock-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. I'll be leaving for Hong Kong in a week and then spend a few days there and I'm off to Sydney! Whoopeeeeeee. I'll miss everyone though. Truly. Its okay! There will be MSN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat and so i end this post here. OMFG i realised my English is beyond horrible and i need to buck up. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards I Won:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Best Arts Stream Student.&lt;br /&gt;-Best in English.&lt;br /&gt;-Best in Commerce.&lt;br /&gt;-Best in History.&lt;br /&gt;-Best Dressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised these few years have been quite good for me actually. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Australia and Goodbye Malaysia. Miss you I will. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113735167011615988?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113735167011615988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113735167011615988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113735167011615988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113735167011615988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/jamuan05.html' title='jamuan&apos;05'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113700443652354724</id><published>2006-01-12T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:33:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ja and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/new%20year%20at%20dorsett%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/new%20year%20at%20dorsett%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to popular requests. here is a pic of me and fiza during new years. its at dorset hotel. ill have more pics updated soon enough. shamin.. yours will be next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113700443652354724?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113700443652354724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113700443652354724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113700443652354724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113700443652354724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/ja-and-me.html' title='ja and me'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113632262144366643</id><published>2006-01-04T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:10:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sago</title><content type='html'>i miss sri inai's sago dessert.&lt;br /&gt;with the milk and the sugar thing.&lt;br /&gt;delish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113632262144366643?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113632262144366643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113632262144366643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113632262144366643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113632262144366643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/sago.html' title='sago'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113630573141238842</id><published>2006-01-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:28:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee.</title><content type='html'>its my first post for 2006! how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year has been quite okay so far. its the 2nd of january and ive not been doing anything much. went out with fiza and shamin today for lunch and then later met bhoot. had a lot of laughs today and went everywhere. 1st was to OU then walked around a lot and we saw this HUGE monopoly game in the middle of the shopping centre and we wanted to play but it was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked again to the carpark and then we headed to fiza's dad's house in damansara and then we went to BB to meet bhoot. after that to klcc to have a few drinks. and after that to wangsa maju and had dinner there and reached home at 10 plus. im basically just regurgitating today's itinerary and yes its boring but i donno what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. my mom called and told me all the flights to sydney is booked and OVER booked and so im screwed. im gonna miss the orientation but i like orientations coz thats when you go to school and not learn anything yet and just absorb the surroundings. and now its gonna be so rushed and i hate that la. dammit. i told my mom to book the tickets earlier but no,  SHE DIDNT LISTEN TO ME. people should listen to ME. at least consider what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, she wants me to have a twin sharing in my homestay. i dont like that because it means i have to share a room with another person. i have a low tolerance for idiots and im afraid that dude might be a freak. there is this mutual thing between the weirdos and me in which they hate me and i hate them. i dont know why but it just happens. what if he steals? he is crazy and psychotic? he SNORES loudly? he is FAT.. like OBESED FAT..? or SMELLY?. okay fine yeah he might be normal but lets look at all the possibilities. the possibilities are endless. im used to staying alone in a room and staying with someone for ONE YEAR will prolly SHOCK me to death. if that doesnt kill me then probably he might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im just gonna think positive and he will be a normal guy. yes. NORMAL. all i hope for is NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom told me to cut down on going out and spending too much money. EH WTH? i locked myself up for 2 months okay! i need to LIVE and its already post SPM for God's sakes. i need a life. okay that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will prolly ask my Dad for allowance and a laptop. i dont know what to say if he doesnt give me. i might SUE. yes sue my dad for 17 yrs of allowance. that will be quite a lot actually. hehe. i wonder what i can do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive already found this really good shirt at Hugo Boss and it is on discount so i want it so that i can wear it to prom. but since my mom is saying no to spending a lot of money.. i have to ask my granddad to buy it for me.. its actually not expensive.. RM300 something. i mean, for Hugo Boss, that's quite reasonable. and its on Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tie and suit i will probably use my own ones. dont wanna spend too much. okay now my goal is to get a nice laptop. im eyeing a Sony Vaio. its about RM7500. yeah its quite expensive but its really good. or i might settle for a RM5000 one. we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i hope everything will turn out fine. i dont wanna start my life in sydney with a room-mate whose going to be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. ill look on the bright side. he'll be normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113630573141238842?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113630573141238842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113630573141238842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113630573141238842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113630573141238842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2006/01/wheee.html' title='wheee.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113596842882534239</id><published>2005-12-31T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:47:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>a belated merry christmas to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i hope all the food was good. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a year already and it still feels like i just started form 5. everything is sorta over on this chapter of my life and a new one is about to start soon enough. i hope to start it well so that it will end well. im gonna miss this year. i've experienced and achieved a lot and i have to thank many ppl for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! may it be a better one this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i have new years resolutions. ill try and be a better person and all that but i dont have specific ones. i could have a new years resolution of not having new years resolution. okay that's just bull. alrighty then... have a good new years eve party and i hope we will be seeing each other soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nothing to say because my last few days haven't really been that eventful and im quite tired now but i wanted to do a last post before 2006 so that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ive been accepted into taylors college sydney.&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113596842882534239?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113596842882534239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113596842882534239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113596842882534239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113596842882534239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113568652721629894</id><published>2005-12-27T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:29:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idp australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHANGE OF PLANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt; going to KDU College. it will be Taylors College Sydney, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i applied to the college through IDP Australia this afternoon and hopefully i'll get accepted. it came as quite a shock actually because my mom rang me up a few days ago at around 10am and told me i can go and study in sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't actually know what to feel. i wasn't as excited as i was a few weeks before because i've blocked out the sydney idea and concentrated on the good sides of going to KDU such as getting a car and what not. however, i think i'm finally getting over that and I REALLY AM EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite scared and excited about this whole thing. those 2 emotions can make you not sleep through the night thinking of what will happen when im there. i will prolly have a few weeks of culture shock and then i hope ill get used to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how studying in Sydney, Australia will be. wish me luck though. i hope i'll get through smoothly without and DISTURBANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill update more on this agenda soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a lot of paperwork if i get accepted. i have to open a bank account there. do a visa. do a medical. find accomodation and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113568652721629894?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113568652721629894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113568652721629894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113568652721629894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113568652721629894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/idp-australia.html' title='idp australia'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113553600003427532</id><published>2005-12-26T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:40:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idp.</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have something to say but i'll only say after its confirmed. i dont wanna go round mentioning this if it isn't confirmed. be patient. i'll tell soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113553600003427532?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113553600003427532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113553600003427532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113553600003427532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113553600003427532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/idp.html' title='idp.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113543136041518530</id><published>2005-12-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:36:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gdad's birthday party.</title><content type='html'>atok's (grand dad) birthday party was great. i met a lot of relatives from everywhere and there were a lot of food and not to mention cakes. i think there were 3 chocolate cakes and one carrot cake. i bet he had a lot of fun meeting his friends and relatives. i wonder how i'll be when im 70. probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he promises to be around for 6 or 7 more years. i'll take him up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! the best part were the presents. he got so much presents! the cool thing was that he received stuff from Gucci, Salvatore Ferragamo, Guy Laroche, Versace, Dunhill, Armani, Moschino and all those high fashion line. my mom gave him this small Dunhill Man Purse. haha. yeah.. Man Purse. i hope he uses it because for that small bag it was about RM1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cousins bought a Hagen Dags ice cream Cake for him yesterday. it was nice and im glad he liked it. im so beat from today's party so i think ill go have dinner and then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YAY! tomorrow's Christmas! to those who celebrate Christmas.. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to 2006. i hope its looking forward to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113543136041518530?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113543136041518530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113543136041518530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113543136041518530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113543136041518530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/gdads-birthday-party.html' title='gdad&apos;s birthday party.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113516685213467517</id><published>2005-12-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:07:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiza's new car</title><content type='html'>my maid woke me up today  by saying that someone's calling the house. i looked at my phone and then realised that the sim card had a bit of a problem so maybe thats why they couldnt call my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rieni called and said she and fiza are gonna pick me up to go out and so i got ready and waited for them. i was quite excited because fiza JUST got her new car yesterday! very very cool.&lt;br /&gt;its a lime green proton savvy. its a really good car. its not too small and its not too big and so it will be easy to park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might get the same car also. prolly black or red. i want black... but red seems nice too. okay fiza when we go college next wear same polo shirt and drive same car eh? haha. and THEN, when we get our suzuki swifts, we can cruise with awal and kaer. right. as if. nvm lah... savvy also can right? they look kinda the same. lime green, black, blue, red. good commbination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we went to The Curve is Damansara. its a new shooping mall. quite quiet but plenty of shops. the spaghetti bolognese at the food court kinda sucks though. its drenched in oil. before that rieni went and bought something and we stole these 2 pins from the shop. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we sent rieni home and then went to fiza's grandparents house to get some stuff and then went to her apartment to drop those things off and then finally she sent me home. quite a long day but its better than staying at home and rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ill be having an early lunch and on friday gonna go blastoff! with Fiza, Fred and Shamin. any excuse to have fun i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my grandma offered to pay for my college clothes and shoes and stuff. so i asked.. "what's the budget?" and she said.. "no budget. just buy". HURRAH. i finally dont have a budget. but i wont spend too much because its my grandma's money. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to start sleeping early and waking up early. my sleeping routine is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113516685213467517?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113516685213467517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113516685213467517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113516685213467517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113516685213467517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/fizas-new-car.html' title='fiza&apos;s new car'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113507615270300715</id><published>2005-12-20T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:55:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running away</title><content type='html'>im wondering what it would be like to run away from home. that thought has been popping up in my head for quite a number of times already. well its due to some personal/family reasons which i'd rather not indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where should i run away to? how do i survive? or do i just deal with the crap and make it bug me forever. i would probably come back after a few years after i get settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought is tantalising and im still contemplating. running away seems fun but i'll suffer but hey! i dont mind. at least i get to suffer from hardship. and that is a very good lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i change my mind. and i know what will. it depends on ONE person. and one person only. i hope he/she will come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont understand. you say you do but you dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont belong and you emphasize on that everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i get angry everytime we end a conversation but i dont say anything because...&lt;br /&gt;just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113507615270300715?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113507615270300715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113507615270300715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113507615270300715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113507615270300715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/running-away_113507615270300715.html' title='running away'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113499766671607781</id><published>2005-12-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:07:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.</title><content type='html'>i just came home from watching king kong at klcc. it was quite a good movie and the effects were superb. the downside was that it was 3 hrs long and i almost froze to death but thanks to fiza's sweater i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been quite shitty. i dont miss going to school because i dont like school. however, i look forward to college. i went to KDU last saturday to get some of my queries answered and so ive decided that it is the college for me. im taking this Pre - U course that is moderated by the University of New South Wales. i dont mind it at all because college life seems fun - till i change my mind after 3 months. we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking 6 subjects plus 2 more which aren't so relevant to my course. the 6 are Academic English, Computing, Econs, Maths, Intro to Accounting and Legal Studies. the other 2 are Islamic and Malaysian Studies. i dont know why we have to learn Islamic and Malaysian Studies when we've done that in high school. ill learn to embrace it rather than despise it so that i can cope. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 10 months of Pre - U i hope to go to Sydney/Perth to further my studies. i want the University of Sydney. we'll see. they need about 7.8 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting a car! hurrah! ive always wanted my own car, now i can drive whenever and wherever i want without anyone stopping me. i want a laptop and a raise in allowance too. and i need new things to wear for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the plan for this week is to apply to KDU before friday. probably wednesday, thursday or friday. depending on the circumstances. college starts on 3rd January btw which is about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night's agenda will probably be clubbing or sth. i HOPE. i just found out that Muslims aren't allowed to go clubbing. wtf. thats bullshit.  and friday will be a day of buying things for college and at night will be the blastoff! competition. looking forward to it. and on saturday afternoon is my granddad's 70th birthday party! gotta get him a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill update again when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and 2 cds i wanna get are by these bands :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hot Hot Heat.&lt;br /&gt;- Panic! At the Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113499766671607781?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113499766671607781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113499766671607781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113499766671607781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113499766671607781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='holidays.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113429797405036557</id><published>2005-12-11T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:46:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best day ever.</title><content type='html'>OMG. today was the best night/morning ever. and i LOVE YOU FIZA! woohoo. and Shamin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the afternoon of last saturday, i attended ashley's party and it was a lot of fun! thanks ash for inviting me and i now hate tomato juice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party i headed home. i was really bored out of my guts. i didnt know WHAT to do. there was NOTHING to do. NOONE to talk to. NOTHING to read. it was really really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at around 11pm, i called shamin and then she asked me to go clubbing with her. and i was like.." HELL YEAH!!". so i got dressed in a nice zara shirt, jeans and leather shoes. mmhmm. i have to dress like that to pass for a 20-something. so then i asked my grand's and they were like "HUH? ITS LATE LAA." but after much persuading i could go. well because i told her i was going to a mamak stall only. and i had to cover my shirt with a big sweater. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got in shamin's car and fiza was there too and we had to go to fiza's house to so that they could change and stuff. well while they were chaning i had to stay outside because the father might think something else. heh. well Sazzy was nice. lol. i like their names.. Sazzy and Fiza Falak. mmhmm. yep. oh btw, sazzy is the actress in gol dan gincu, beat tv's host and mtv's juice girl. YES NIZ I TOLD HER YOU LOVED HER IN THE MOVIE. well not her la.. her sister. but close enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and shamin nearly hit a car when we were driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to "Sugar". this club was quite small and it was packed with ppl. the good thing is.. I DIDNT HAVE TO PAY FOR THE ENTRANCE. coz Sazzy was like... yeah im on the VIP list and these are all my friends. and so we got chopped at the hand and we were allowed in. the music was so-so la but im not complaining because it was free except for the RM12 coke that i had to pay. no wonder these clubs make money. we saw Yasmin Hani from &lt;a href="mailto:Music@Ria"&gt;Music@Ria&lt;/a&gt;. she's so tiny and petite. and then we danced and drank. IM PROUD BECAUSE I DIDNT SMOKE OR DRANK ANY ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced and danced and we met Fareez. long time no see and it was really good seeing him again and we talked for a bit but not much because the music was too loud. and then we saw Kaer from AF. i was like.. "eh! eh! that's Kaer". well Fiza knew Kaer because her sister is his best friend. i was introduced to him and then i was dancing next to yasmin hani, kaer and all those celebs which was very cool. for me but if its not for you then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 3 am, Sazzy suddenly came to us and said "Ok there is a raid so we've got to get out NOW" yeah so we went out and headed to another club!. when we went out... i couldnt even hear myself because the music was too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it was *****.i cant say the name because its confidential or something like that. it was still a small club but i think small clubs are btter than big ones. like Zouk is filled with rempits and all those kampung ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sazzy and her friends went in first and then we had to stay outside because of some problem. and then Fareez came with his friends and we asked if he could get us in and he saidsure but in a while because he has to talk with the manager. so we waited but before Fareez could get us in.. Kaer came out from the club and went.. okay you 3.. lets go. i was really surprised and shocked becaued he took out RM200 out of his OWN pocket to pay for the entrance fee and a glass of coke for each of us. i mean, what kinda celebrity would pay for the ppl he just met and it wasnt a small amount. and then i shook his hands again and said " hey thanks man i really appreciate it" and he's like.. "no problem.. my pleasure" or somewhere along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went in and then danced a bit and had coke. well the club was kinda filled with GAYS. so i was like.. eh are we in the right club? but yeah we were. they were touching and grabbing and kissing and so we danced away from them. i saw ning baizura, joe flizzow from too phat and some other celebs. it was super cool la. i think lesbians are super hot and sexy. the way they dance with each other is....... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards.. Kaer introduced us to his cousin and then he danced with us and stuff. we talked to him and i told him about the PJ branch being sold and all that. he asked if i finished SPM and all that and i said yeah and i forgot what else we talked about. what was funny was in the middle of the club, Kaer suddenly sang the school's song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then Sazzy said.. "hey lets go to the VIP room!" WELL HELL YEAH SURE LETS GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that room was the best one ever. it was like a lot of celebs were int here and i was dancing next to them and stuff. fareez was there too and we took pictures and etc etc. we danced and drank and all that. it was already 5 so we went home. i thanked Sazzy and her friends for ther night because without them and fiza and shamin.. it wouldnt have happened. that morning really rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i had to close the gate VERY quietly and unlock and lock the door VERY quietly also. haha! but i managed and then crept up in bed. woohoo. i know not many ppl are gonna read untill here but i applaud for those who made it! heheh. okay i want to go and have a showr now. till then! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113429797405036557?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113429797405036557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113429797405036557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113429797405036557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113429797405036557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-day-ever_11.html' title='best day ever.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113386089882726078</id><published>2005-12-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:21:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ISRAK!!! HELUUUU! I miss u!!! No, wait. WE ALL miss you! I could hv been there. but damn ah. nvm, next time. Ain's there right now. But I dont think she has ur no. I'll give u her no. (ask me for it the nxt time u see me online) Okay tc bye2~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113386089882726078?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113386089882726078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113386089882726078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113386089882726078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113386089882726078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/israk-heluuuu-i-miss-u-no-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113362195781134237</id><published>2005-12-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:59:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad.</title><content type='html'>today started at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good to wake up late in the morning and not having any guilt that makes you want to study and study and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was woken up by nabz. she called me to ask how my night was and all that and then i finally got out of bed at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch while my grandmother was planning my granddad's surprise birthday party. weee. i like surprise parties. read the newspaper at my own leasure and not at some fast speed and then watched tv! i forgot what was on.. probably mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sarah called at 2 something. "eh israk.. can you send me to klcc?" so i was like.. uh. my grandma need to use the car and bla bla but i went to klcc with her anyway afterwards. had some drinks at mydina with naz and sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to meet my real dad's family at madam kwan's. it was really awkward and they really seemed like strangers. no matter how hard i tried to "feel" it, i just cant make myself. i dont have any feeling towards my father, stepmom, brothers and sisters. no feeling at all. zilch. so lunch was awakward and after that we headed to chinoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at chinoz he introduced me to his friend and my uncle. i think im so sick of the phrase "OMG YOU'RE SO TALL AND ALL GROWN UP NOW." they must've repeated that sentence over 50 times. well yeah, that's what 17 years of living does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to my granddad and grandma for the first time. they were really happy to hear from me.. i think. well they sounded like that. my dad likes to talk abt his businesses and it bores me to death. he'll go on and on and on abt it with his friend and i just sit there with a stoned face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stepmom is really nice though. she's wanted to meet me since forever and my brothers and sister also know i existed. i didnt know any of them existed before this. as i said earlier on, i still CANNOT accept them as family no matter what. i belive in time to come i might but its really hard now. i really dont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was abt 7 when we were done and bid farewell. ill prolly meet him again because im applying for a scholarship and hes the one with connections. he had to fly to singapore for business but will be back by tonight. fun life though. fly here and there doing business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he said was good though. it wasnt exactly like this but along these lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know i havent been there in the past but that was in the past and im going to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quite okay! since i know have something to fall on after uni instead of having this ambiguous future. bad thing is i have to come back to malaysia. hehe. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think his bodyguard is funny. he tries to talk to me but i cant really make out what he's saying because he's from pahang or something like that. i dont know why he needs a bodyguard anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been an eventful couple of days. i hope there will be more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113362195781134237?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113362195781134237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113362195781134237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113362195781134237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113362195781134237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/dad.html' title='dad.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113354960562660313</id><published>2005-12-03T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T02:53:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post spm</title><content type='html'>hoorah! spm is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with my uncle for dinner at some place called alexis. it had live music so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;the food was great also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 17 years, i finally met my real dad.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113354960562660313?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113354960562660313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113354960562660313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113354960562660313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113354960562660313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-spm.html' title='post spm'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-113344711320305487</id><published>2005-12-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:25:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello internet!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you guessed it. the exams are over. done. finito.&lt;br /&gt;so its a time to start a new life. HOPEFULLY IN AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the exams are already over and done with and ive gone thru 10 papers for SPM. i would do it all over again. yeah you heard me.. i would! i mean. i dont mind beinng in a secondary school again because im so accustomed to being in a school where you are taken care of that i dont know how im gonna do in the REAL world. hopefully i can survive in Australia if i get the chance to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill miss all my friends though but we will see each other again next year when we get our results and for "jamuan". its hard to keep in touch because we are going our separate ways now and i hope we will still be in  touch 10 yrs from now heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far.. the exams were okay. im aiming for 5As. out of 10. not too bad right? its half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to go to a prom this month. go for movie marathons. read books. go night clubbing. and everything else that i cant really think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i hope farewell party for the sec4s will be a blast. sorry i cant be there. well i cant even if i was in singapore. but nvm. im completely over TKBand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill prolly start blogging frequently now. but that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a survey thing that i ripped off from izzie who did the same to someone too.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open up the music player on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Set it to play your entire music collection.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hit the shuffle command.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell us the title of the next twenty songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurances. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. matinee 05 - franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;2. summer romance - incubus&lt;br /&gt;3. i am the highway - audioslave&lt;br /&gt;4. she's gone -  steelheart&lt;br /&gt;5. beverly hills - weezer&lt;br /&gt;6. i wish you knew - mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;7. big machine - goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;8. back to you - john mayer&lt;br /&gt;9. switch - will smith&lt;br /&gt;10. summertime - beyonce&lt;br /&gt;11. spiderman theme - michael buble&lt;br /&gt;12. awan terpilu - ning baizura&lt;br /&gt;13. son of a preacher man - aretha franklin&lt;br /&gt;14. it's cool, we can still be friends - bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;15. baby i'm back - baby bas feat. akon&lt;br /&gt;16. if this world were mine - john legend&lt;br /&gt;17. autiobiography - ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;18. nice to meet you anyway - gavin degraw&lt;br /&gt;19. california - death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;20. california sun - the ramones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my player didnt really play my favourite songs! alah nevermind. ill prolly so this survey again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a shoutout to fatz for helping with this blog! thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;see you in kl! sure can lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-113344711320305487?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/113344711320305487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=113344711320305487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113344711320305487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/113344711320305487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-internet.html' title='hello internet!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112946435010092288</id><published>2005-10-16T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:05:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;since SPM is next month, im going to stay AWAY from the computer till december.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so for that, Selamat Hari Raya and Happy Deepavali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wish me luck for my exams because i truly need it. im gonna mug for 2 months straight! yes, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE BLOG - till we meet again.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112946435010092288?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112946435010092288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112946435010092288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112946435010092288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112946435010092288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/10/ta.html' title='ta.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112506574831078774</id><published>2005-08-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:15:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT ANOTHER OC MARATHON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i surfed the oc's website and their season 3 is beginning this September!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. i wanna go and watch ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get the "the mix from the oc" cd and a cd by Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, hide and seek by imogen heap is a very strange song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112506574831078774?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112506574831078774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112506574831078774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112506574831078774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112506574831078774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-another-oc-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112499802428939792</id><published>2005-08-26T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T03:27:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>MY SEASON 2 OC MARATHON HAS ENDED AND I AM SO JUBILANT THAT I FINALLY FINISHED IT IN ABOUT 3-4 DAYS!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, im very saddened and depressed and angry and frustrated about it coz i have no more oc to watch and i have to wait for a long time and the ending was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DRAMATIC!! and i wanna know what happens next! DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly get the season 3 oc done with! i wanna do another marathon. and let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;ITS A DAMN GOOD ENDING. albeit frustrating though. you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more late nights till 3 am watching oc and also in the afternoons when everyone takes their afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone spoiled a few oc stuff to me. but somehow i managed to avoid the MOST GARGANTUAN ONE! or TWO OR THREE OR FOUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oc makes me happy. and it makes me sad and angry and depressed depending on how their days go. the show really affects my mood and it gets me saying stuff like "eh no.. dont do that! that is so wrong" which i never do. and other weird comments i make during the oc. but when its a happy episode, i feel so elated and ill smile all the way. weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;i feel too attached now i dont know what to do after oc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study i guess.&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CANT GET OVER THE FACT THAT IVE FINISHED THE SEASON 2 AND THERES NO MORE OC TO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. so maybe i have to find another serial.&lt;br /&gt;lost, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112499802428939792?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112499802428939792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112499802428939792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112499802428939792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112499802428939792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/done.html' title='done.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112492040554165096</id><published>2005-08-25T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:53:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to me now im older.</title><content type='html'>something traumatic had happened on tuesday and i dont wish to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say, superman brought bad things. and the song behind it was "behind these hazel eyes" I HATE THAT SONG NOW.  (although i will still listen to it and enjoy it secretly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday i stayed in my room the whole day/night. didnt have breakfast and lunch at all. i just stayed in bed till about 7 pm and then my tuition teacher arrived and i had tuition. after that was  dinner and i finished this full plate of rice quickly coz i was really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i had a late dinner and tuition. i missed rockstar inxs so i caught the later telecast of it which was at 1220am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was good actually except for my favourite, jordis unga.&lt;br /&gt;well, she hit a bad note and then it got bad from there. poor thing coz she's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i continued with my oc marathon! i borrowed my friend's complete season 2 dvd of the oc and i have been watching it every night till about 3 am. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were not much lesbian scenes except for kissing. that upside down kiss between with summer and seth was kinda corny. haha! well at least they got back together and i think zach is a cool character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was watching oc at around 2 am. i got a call from a private number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i picked up a person said " pls keep me company now because im trying to get some food from the kitchen coz i cant sleep and the lights are all off and im scared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like... who ARE you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said.. haha.. im dot dot dot. so i was like.. HAH! okay.. i thought i was gonna be the one calling you first.. but you beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our conversation lasted till about 530 am. we talked about a lot of stuff and it was really fun coz it wasnt awkward at all and i was being myself and i wasnt trying to act or something. i think talking at night shows your real side or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was quite an insightful conversation coz we opened up alot and talked about our secrets and other agendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made it better was that.. we switched turns calling each other. like.. she would call till my battery died and then i would call her till her battery died then she would call me again while i charged my battery and then i would call her again and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some people who just expect you to call them and never want to call back because they dont wanna waste money or their parents wont allow it or some crappy shit. hours and hours would go on and they would never even offer to call back and expect us to stay on the line without being guilty about the charges and would keep talking to get us on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that... they'll be like... "oh im not paying, he's the one who is paying.. what do i care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes simple acts like offering to call back or at least calling first would be the least they can do. or maybe im just a dumb fuck who keeps calling people who doesnt give a fuck but pretend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK to my story. yeah.. its really good to actually have someone call you back after youve been on the phone with them for a long time. it gives you a feeling that they actually care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112492040554165096?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112492040554165096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112492040554165096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112492040554165096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112492040554165096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/talk-to-me-now-im-older.html' title='talk to me now im older.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112464654435788099</id><published>2005-08-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:49:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late mornings</title><content type='html'>oh i asked her to go to prom with me.&lt;br /&gt;she said she would. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was actually after she hinted to me that she wanted me to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;i was getting mixed signals so i didnt wanna be a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this prom is a weird prom to me coz we're going to another school's prom which isnt exactly OUR prom but we wanted to experience prom. the prom that my school organises is just.. NOT PROM. its like a graduating party. which is quite boring but it can be fun because you have a lot of acquaintances in the party itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah enough about that. what sucks arse is that ive got econs and commerce extra classes tomorrow and ihave half a mind not to go. but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-7 As for trials and SPM baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im not gonna spend as much time on the computer next week and the week after that and the week after that which accumulates to a total of 3 weeks or maybe 4. put the misconception aside people, its not that i WONT use the computer, ill just not use it as much. like, maybe just blog aand chat for half an hour everyday. but when after the hols i wont use till the trials are over. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kiss me like an overdramatic poet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112464654435788099?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112464654435788099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112464654435788099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112464654435788099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112464654435788099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/late-mornings.html' title='late mornings'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112456316607866630</id><published>2005-08-21T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:16:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/Image(205).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/Image%28205%29.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/Image(204).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/Image%28204%29.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what i snapped from the local newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, whatever happened to the censorship board?&lt;br /&gt;there were more, actually, but they weren't funny enough so i didn't bother taking pictures of them. i think the whole of malaysia's population has just got a new update in their english vocabulary of profanity. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they shouldn't bother censoring stuff from the television/movies/radios now that the cat is out of the bag and the youths of malaysia has already seen how some profanities are actually spelt. (yes ive seen wrong spellings of cusses) its so pathetic. i think they should bring back the oc and little britain since the censorship board didn't ban this article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WANT THE OC AND LITTLE BRITAIN BACK YOU LITTLE SHITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what's more interesting? its actually from the youth's section.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's next? karmastura in the sports section?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112456316607866630?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112456316607866630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112456316607866630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112456316607866630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112456316607866630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-this-out.html' title='check this out.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112447472062123271</id><published>2005-08-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:16:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>willy wonka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/nice...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/nice...jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabz(nabilla) is on the left and izzie(izzaty) in on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched charlie and the chocolate factory!&lt;br /&gt;loved it! johny depp's portrayal was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how someone could act so fantastically and can change his characters for every movie. you know how sometimes if you watch a few movies with the same actors you can sense the similarity and the vibe that he brings on every movie? but for johny depp.. you barely recognise him. like.. charlie and the choc factory, edward scissorhands and pirates of the carribean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my favourite actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what happened today, friday 19th august 2oo5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY IZZIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school today because i had a "stomach ache" in the morning. i slept till 4pm! can you imagine that? 4pm. im sucha pig. i think i need a gong for an alarm clock.hm. i didnt wanna go to school today anyway since i didnt feel like it? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7++ i began smsing and calling people. i decided to watch CATCF and dragged sarah and aston to watch it with me. aston has watched it before and he said it was a boring and dull movie and it was meant for those younger than 12...but he changed his mind afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could take the car with me but my grandma has to go out for some function. then i frantically called a cab and then realised my wallet was playing hide and seek with me. i took about 15 minutes to find my wallet and then all 3 of us shared a cab all the way to klcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god the show wasn't fully booked yet. we bought the tickets 15 minutes before the show started and had some mcd for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOMETHING HILARIOUS HAPPENED TO SARAH WHEN HE ORDERED AT MCDS BUT I SHOULDNT WRITE IT HERE COZ SHE DOESNT WANT ANYONE TO KNOW. BOY WAS IT HILARIOUS AND IM STILL LAUGHING TILL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep after that we shared a taxi back home again. oh, shaira's family was at klcc also watching bewitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faliha, shaira's younger sister, came up to me and said so uber cutely "ishwaak, can you sing maria for mee?" something like that. haha! it was super cute i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, maria was the name of the song i had to sing solo during my school's musical. it was the westside story. and i was also told faliha sings that song everyday at home.. she's 3 yrs young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got literature class in the morning later. history tuition in the afternoon and maths tuition in the evening. what a life. care to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good to look out for! next week is the start of the school holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;the downside is that ill have to study EXTRA EXTRA hard because i've got trials a week after the school re-opens. that sucks arse doesn't it? yeah but what do you care? hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hope for trials..? lemme see.. 4As? hopefully no failures and Cs.&lt;br /&gt;Eng.&lt;br /&gt;EST.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Econs.&lt;br /&gt;Eng Lit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a new phone. my nokia is constantly being a bitch and i have enough of bitches in school to have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something amusing. the prefects had a meeting last tuesday and my name, along with 2 other classmates of mine came out and i was named the egostitical bunch who never wants to listen to the junior prefects and never wants to line up after recess/lunch, under their command. what bullshit is that? and i bet it came from amirul.&lt;br /&gt;well what happened was, it was raining so i came to the asembly plaza early and then he screamed.. "everyone line up!! and one girl screamed back.. its raining, you dont expect us to line up when its raining! and he shouted back " i said line up not it was raining!"&lt;br /&gt;i hated that tone and it clearly sounded egotistical and he wants to show us he is in charge or something because clearly, noone takes him seriously cuz he is a geek but thinks otherwise. and by otherwise he thinks he is the greatest gift to mankind. so when i heard that, i just went upstairs without lining up and i guess that was when i got "blacklisted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid prefectorial board. if anyone brings this up to me ill have a good story to tell them. and i hope amirul doesnt become the head prefect next year. he's very weird and odd.. the whole family is.. including the younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to something BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been smsing nabz for awhile now. shes a good friend. like izzie! heh. she smsed me right after i woke up today telling me that her canteen day was a success. she sang i think? yeah. then we continued till a while ago when she fell asleep. and i think izzie thinks im mad at her but im not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of nabz and izzie is on the top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112447472062123271?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112447472062123271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112447472062123271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112447472062123271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112447472062123271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/willy-wonka.html' title='willy wonka'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112426873605860589</id><published>2005-08-17T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:17:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/Image(197).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/Image%28197%29.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me and noreen. yeah i think those eyes got opened a bit too wide, i look freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/1600/Image(202).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/664/320/Image%28202%29.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 commerce kids infront of a whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those pictures were taken at around 2++ today when a teacher didnt come in.i think ill update more tomorrow coz we've got a class trip! wooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes if a type of joke is repeated everyday so many times it gets dull. i used the word "type" and not "same" because the jokes aren't the same instead the type of joke is similar. what am i saying? i dont even comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was filled with assesment tests. we had history and maths test and it was annoying coz i couldnt answer - DIDNT STUDY. serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla. i think if i update on what happens in school, people who read this might just shoot themselves. not in the mood to blog now but ill update more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[/edit]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell aslep after writing this entry. i woke up at around 9. im such a lazy pig i deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep on monday, tuesday and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad coz i fell asleep on her again and its been 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just caught the 2nd telecast of rockstar inxs.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE jd.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 Jordis Unga and Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite performances were by Jordis, Susan and Mig. i liked some of the others as well but i forgot their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 JORDIS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised why reality singing shows in malaysia are so bad compared to american ones.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, their talent is amazing and they have originality.&lt;br /&gt;they're more open minded and liberal i guess and the song selections are awesome compared to malaysian ones who chooses BAD BAD BAD songs that aren't their forte in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;and the american ones are also very open about their song choices like how on rockstar inxs, INXS gave Marty "hit me baby one more time" by britney and he pulled it off greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats pathetic about malaysian reality shows is the audience and the fans. some can't even clap on the right beat! and they're not hyper enough. i think the malaysian mentality needs to be changed a lot even though we're on the 48th merdeka (independence) year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote from a website:&lt;br /&gt;"...because people here say to me, " So, you read a lot, huh?" in the same tone they use to say " So, you eat the noses of small children, huh? You sick bastard. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's implying about the mentality of malaysians who refuses to read a book. i know A LOT OF PEOPLE- all who are my friends who have never read a book in their life, excluding those that has got to do with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how..SAD is that? they're missing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but they watch a lot of movies though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112426873605860589?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112426873605860589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112426873605860589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112426873605860589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112426873605860589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112418249606347290</id><published>2005-08-16T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:52:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosquito bites</title><content type='html'>i just reached home a few minutes ago and i guess i've passed the bloggers block, if there was such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to school early today! yay for me. mr.poddy sang me to sleep and then i think i fell asleep at about 5 am. ((:&lt;br /&gt;we had 2 english periods to get through in which i spent the time doing malay homework and then later found out that the malay teacher wasn't coming in because he had to leave early. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my essay marks back. not too pleased because it wasn't that great. oh well i have to move on and write better i guess. i got 30/50 for the first one and 38/50 for the second one. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had maths after that and did a few questions and recess followed after that. 4 free periods were followed after that! how glorious! if one period was 40 minutes, i had a total of 2 hours and 40 minutes of having nothing to do! rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i think i did talk a lot and other irrelevant stuffs. we had agama after that for about 2 periods and we were supposed to do a mock test and i didn't study at all. but i got help from people though. we had to do about 3 essay questions and it took me one hour something because i was busy chit-chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had extra paper so i decided to write down all the names of my classmates and kinda "label them". i passed the paper around and by the time i knew it, my list was fully filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip this part because its totally ridiculous and pointless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adib - "LOW DEEP SEXY VOICE"&lt;br /&gt;Aston - Class Whore&lt;br /&gt;Husni - Ayah Pin/ Ustaz KTJ&lt;br /&gt;Aristian - Monster&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi - "Buble Impersonator"&lt;br /&gt;Faiz - Oh-so-fragile&lt;br /&gt;Shafik - Class Clown&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz - Blurrr/ Willy Wonka&lt;br /&gt;Ei - Japanese Freak&lt;br /&gt;Noreen - L.O.U.D.&lt;br /&gt;Hazwany - Ms. Gediks&lt;br /&gt;Shaira - The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;Israk - (no need to know this)&lt;br /&gt;Nelly - Queen of Civics&lt;br /&gt;Jinn Yueh - Jay Chou wannabe&lt;br /&gt;Sin Tat - Gentle Giant&lt;br /&gt;Mun Hon - Mood Swing-er&lt;br /&gt;Prashant - Sports Maniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES THAT WAS TOTALLY IRRELAVANT AND ITS AN INSIDE JOKE. wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that i think nothing actually happened besides that im still awake! which is a miracle and my tuition got cancelled. jubilance! ill probably take a few minutes of nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is progress but i think i should take it a step by step.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't get too carried away.&lt;br /&gt;if not it'll turn up like last time which was horrendous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112418249606347290?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112418249606347290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112418249606347290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112418249606347290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112418249606347290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/mosquito-bites.html' title='mosquito bites'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112413491681569595</id><published>2005-08-16T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:41:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's something new, NOT. i was late for school again today.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna pass the principal when i was late so i hid at the back of this wall with 3 other inaians until the finished his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i strodded past him and glanced and sure enough, he was staring at us. ooooh. i felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;to make sure im not coming late on tuesdays im not gonna sleep! haha. yeah. beat that! so thats the reason why im awake now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, the first 2 periods were english. we had to do some essays for the assessment test. it was fine i guess. nothing exceptional. i thought we only had to do one essay but to my horror, we had to do 2 and i realised this at quite a late time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have economics after that but the essays took forever to finish so we skipped the 3rd period to continue with our essays. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was recess and i had the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why some people want to be a class clown. i mean, aren't there better things to do besides making dumb jokes and remarks and creating havoc in the class and not taking a break to breathe for even a nanosecond? its effing ridiculous. whats worst is that people actually enjoy the balderdash that's coming our from their mouths. sometimes i wonder what makes people so feebleminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to school life. after recess we had a free period so the our class teacher came in and made us decorate the class for the upcoming national day. yeah and it took about 3 periods which to me could have been used to do a lot of other productive things. some teachers are so peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole session of class-decorating made us miss the computer period. the most essential lesson during school time of course! yeah we're made to surf the internet. but nonetheless, the teacher succumbed to our pleading and let us go peacefully.NOT. we actually ran away from class when she went out for a while. muahaha. we are bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had malay which was quite insipid. the teacher went on and on while i rested my head on the table and nearly drifted off to sleep. following the malay period was lunch. we had some chicken thing with yuck gravy and it made me lose my appetite so i had about 3 spoonfuls of rice and plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had history and science which was equally boring. although i think that science is actually quite enthralling because you learn things that you never knew and the explanations are awesome. yeah yeah. im a geek. ok move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes ended at 330 and i went down and took the radio to rehearse our performance for the upcoming IU Day. honestly, the rehearsal was bad because we were testing the key because we lowered the key of the song and somehow it did not fit and it was atrocious! i think we have to re-edit the instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about half an hour of singing we stopped and then went home. when i reached home i started smsing someone. i was so drained from school that i fell asleep tilll about 9pm. that explains why im still not asleep yet at 3 am. had dinner after that and then we continued smsing till about 1030. something struck us after awhile - WE COULD CHAT ON MSN INSTEAD OF WASTING MONEY TEXTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that went till 1am++ and now im here blogging because i have nothing else to do. (that's a lie because i have homework but im too lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just realised that the pj-ians dont have assessment test this week. why are WE having it then? WHY ARE YOU TORTURING US? DO YOU HATE US SO MUCH? bah. enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a great news though, we're having a class trip to somewhere this wednesday. although its to some dull place, i dont-freaking-mind at all because we can escape school and slack off and look at some paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other great updates is that we are gonna have a week of holidays next week but there is a downside because it means SPM is coming. i donno why but i absolutely abhor exams.&lt;br /&gt;and the haze has cleared but but i was secretly wishing that it would linger a little longer so that we dont have to attend school. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;wishes never do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;its not opened in malaysia yet. so slow lah! aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112413491681569595?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112401956682500980</id><published>2005-08-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:39:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexaaaay.</title><content type='html'>i have just discovered the most sexiest thing alive and i want it by my next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;but that's a fat chance because MIRACULOUSLY my exam results are gonna come up a few days before my brithday. im sure im not gonna do SOO wonderfully but i hope i wont do so badly either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the sexy thing.&lt;br /&gt;its a 12 inch apple powerbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/powerbook/index12.html"&gt;http://www.apple.com/powerbook/index12.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the webbie if you were wondering what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;if its not sexy to you then maybe you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;ok im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112401956682500980?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112401956682500980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112401956682500980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112401956682500980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112401956682500980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/08/sexaaaay.html' title='sexaaaay.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-112401882842832954</id><published>2005-08-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:35:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before monday</title><content type='html'>i slept at 430 am yesterday and woke up at 1230 today. thats quite okay because i woke up at 3pm last friday. i think ive gotta work on my sleeping habits. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition at 145 till 345. and then went online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored that i decided to go and buy my own dinner for tonight and then i drove to the nearest drive-thru Mcs. *note to self: never drive while eating mcflurry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i have for dinner? uh.. big mac. fries. chocolate milkshake and mcflurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats on tv today that i wanna watch? uh.. mentor and little britain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what time do i intend to go to bed today? uh.. 12pm i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this entry is so effing boring. i think it might get better after ive managed to get used to blogging. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112401882842832954?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112401882842832954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112401882842832954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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had the other one for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippe-ya-yo. im here again. maybe you guys can expect me to write here again - or maybe not because i might send my computer for repair because its screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how long this template lasts before i get another one.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-112395757259518217?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/112395757259518217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=112395757259518217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/112395757259518217'/><link rel='self' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-111678017369147470</id><published>2005-05-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:42:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back. for a bit.</title><content type='html'>im here. again. but not for long since the exams are just around the corner so i need to spend more time in front of the books than infront of the tv and computer. anyhoot. im gonna open this baby up now. although im not gonna update a lot. anyway.. yeah.. my whole driving thing is going well. hope to take the driving test during the first week of the holidays. wheepee. and i hope i pass on the first trial. k lah klah. wanna go sleep. gonna study a bit tomorrow and then go for a 2 hr driving thingy. thats all peeps chow.             I HAVE A NEW FRIEND NAMED IZZATY TIFFANY RIZALYNNAZ. so here is a shout out for her. holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-111678017369147470?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/111678017369147470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=111678017369147470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111678017369147470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111678017369147470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-for-bit.html' title='back. for a bit.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-111502027818765832</id><published>2005-05-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:51:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er.</title><content type='html'>eh fatz. im lazy to do that template ah. hehe. so ill just stick to this one. so anyway.. yeah im back but ill update soon.. not now. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-111502027818765832?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/111502027818765832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=111502027818765832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111502027818765832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111502027818765832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/05/er.html' title='er.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-111099212586598366</id><published>2005-03-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:55:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! :)</title><content type='html'>this is so fucked up. i wrote a freaking long entry about what happened today and my computer rebooted. nevermind. i shall not let this minor irritation spoil my day and remaining minutes.&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to wait one more year for this same date to arrive and that is quite long actually. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 midnight today, i received a string of smses a and received calls wishing me happy birthday. thanks people. nisha was the first one to call. she called and wished me happy birthday and played the tune on her piano. that was sweet. thank you nisha. i received a call from Perth, Australia! woohoo. that was really special. it was from Shamin. didnt think she would call. heh. THANKS SHAMIN! you rock. i also received smses from people i didnt know. its good to know that these people had the time to sms me when i dont even know them. oh well. thanks also.&lt;br /&gt;talked to nisha a bit untill about 4 am and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9 and then snoozed till 11 because i had nothing to do anyways. i ate cheese sausages for breaky. i usually can finish off 2 easily because its yummy but then, i realised they wrap the sausages with INTESTINES. omg. no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i slept for like 15 minutes because i was extremely bored. finally mmy grandma came home and we went and bought my choc cheese birthday cake. after that i went to this driving school thing to find out what i have to do and stuff so i got their card and then went home. (WHAT A BORING DAY SO FAR ISNT IT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i called the person and asked about the whole process and stuff. after thhat i called jinn yueh and aston and told them about it because we plan to do it together. plus mun hon also. we're all legally 17 now. yeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i heard aween was coming over with her mom to give me some stuff so my grandma cooked some kueh teow and i went upstairs to log on to the internet for awhile. after that, i heard the doorbell ring but i didnt go down because it could be my granddad's friend who planned to come today. and then i was called down.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW ASHLEY(who was holding out a cake with lighted candles) AND ASTON AND JINN YUEH AND AWEEN AND MUN HON AND MY TUITION TEACHER AND AWEEN'S COUSIN AND AUNTY ZAKIAH. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really funny and weird and cool and thoughtful of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny and weird because i really didnt expect them to come and i just got off the phone with them a few minutes ago and they sounded....far away. um,yeah. they did! so i was quite shocked! thanks guys! it was really cool coz i didnt expect it at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was all planned by aunty zakiah. aween's mom. thanks aunty. HAHA. she even bought tiramisu cake for me and pies and other small cakes. very rich. ok thanks! heh. i really appreciate it. am flabbergasted. THANKS YA'LL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still ecstatic and then we decided to go to watch aston's breakdancin exam. but then we were shoo-ed by the instructor women. BITCH. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home with aween and ash and got ready to go to TGIF. "thank god its friday's" good food! yummy. i had nachos with beef and cheese for appetizers and beef fajitas for main course. i had yummy and thick chocolate milkshake. that was really good. REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;after that i wanted to order the mudpie and then i was greeted by this waiters who brought a mudpie with a candle on it. YEY! HAHAHA. damn nice ah. then they sang loudly and banged their feet and clapped their hands. ok that was a bad decription but it was really cool. haaha. oh ya! I HAD TO STAND ON MY CHAIR AND THEY TOOK MY PHOTOGRAPH. i am not photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really cool. (my uncle got a new car : a black honda civic)then i went home and here is where i am. today is a really good day. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL AND THANKS TO MY FRIENDS WHO WERE A PART OF MY BIRTHDAY. THIS BIRTHDAY IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY I HAD SINCE 3 YEARS. THANKS OK! TO ALL WISHERS ALSO! NOT FORGOTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got cash as gifts.hm. will get my stuff soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME THANK EVERYONE WHO WERE PART OF MY MINI PARTY FIRST BEFORE I END THIS UPDATE;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AUNTY ZAKIAH&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AWEEN&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ASHLEY&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ASTON&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JINN YUEH&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MUNHON&lt;br /&gt;THANKS PAK NGAHT&lt;br /&gt;HANKS MAK NGAH&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ATOK &amp; WAWA&lt;br /&gt;THANKS KAK SARI&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MR. RAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. if i left out anyone sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally getting used to malaysia. ive gone quite used to it. i guess everyone moves on ey? i did. but i didnt forget those who i left behind. malaysia isnt so bad after all.  THANKS FOR THE BLOG DEDICATIONS AS WELL! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE MINI SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY AGAIN. i really really really apreciated it. i thought my day was gonna be super boring. :)) it turned out extremely well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-111099212586598366?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/111099212586598366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=111099212586598366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111099212586598366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111099212586598366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! :)'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-111072576966703534</id><published>2005-03-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:47:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. brightside</title><content type='html'>ive not blogged for eons. lemme see if i still know how to work this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya actually, sports day was postponed till thurs instead sunday coz it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY. we won. my gymrama team (the whole school) won! even though the margin was close, we still won. plus we also won the sports cup! woohoo! they had it for 5 years and now we have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we performed this lady asked me to join her theatre academy coz she thought my concept for gymrama was really good.. i declined though because i dont quite like acting and i dont really intend in doing theatre. it was nice of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week after sports day&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was study mode all over again. i came late on monday and i didnt hear the principal saying congrats to me. oh well. its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to study like crazy now to score for my SPM. im taking 11 subjects, including english literature and english for science and technology.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can keep up, 11 subjects is a lot. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lot to blog but i sorta forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS ON 16TH MARCH. ITS THIS WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! this friday.. im going to "the force of nature concert" artists who are performing are black eyed peas, LAURYN HILL, bsb, BOYS2MEN. i really love lauryn hill. i adore her. her music is the best and her voice is really amazing. cant wait to go and watch her this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is coming from hong kong this tuesday with adam. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my birthday wishlist is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clothes&lt;br /&gt;-money&lt;br /&gt;-memory card for phone&lt;br /&gt;-new phone covers&lt;br /&gt;-mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;-shoes&lt;br /&gt;-oakley sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;-DRIVERS LICENSE!&lt;br /&gt;-new watch&lt;br /&gt;-new cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I CAN GET EVERYTHING!! -muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma just came to me and asked me to teach her how to unlock her phone. she's so frustrated because she told me i never teach her. the problem is, i teach her every single time and she forgets every single time also. now her excuse is "i didnt know you had to press unlock and the star button quickly". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note. i have this secret to write on this blog. but then.. some of my school friends read this so i cant type it. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so long. im bored and done updating. DOINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-111072576966703534?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/111072576966703534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=111072576966703534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111072576966703534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/111072576966703534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/03/mr-brightside.html' title='mr. brightside'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110854734315062077</id><published>2005-02-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:49:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literature.</title><content type='html'>ive just signed up the SPM forms. forms which will be sent to the government to notify them of what subjects we're taking for the big exam. so im taking 11 subjects. ive decided to take pure literature. its such short notice but ive singed up for it. so i have to read lord of the flies and romeo and juliet and some poem book and some short story books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im not ready on that day then i just wont come. but the paper will be quite easy i guess. im getting a tutor for that subject because they dont teach Pure Lit. in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone help with me lit? its such short notice but ill take whatever i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped classes today. went out to get props and then after that skipped classes also. gymrama is going ok. competition is next week and we're left with 2 more formations. thats good i guess. i wanna finish the last 2 formations tomorrow and friday. props will be on monday. i hope they wont break the props. its quite fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's gymrama kinda sucked coz we were tired from the semi finals sports day that took place at a stadium. they were not in the mood to do it so i didnt do much toda plus many people didnt come. i hope my school can beat the other school in sports as well as in gymrama. go SRI INAI KL!! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never underestimate your opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110854734315062077?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110854734315062077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110854734315062077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110854734315062077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110854734315062077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/02/literature.html' title='literature.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110813193377784301</id><published>2005-02-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:25:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOUT-OUT TO NIZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok everybody!!! YUHANIS says hi to the whole of blogging world. she'll be back soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah so she says. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND THEN!!! she's joining the new york thing in 7 years with fatz and me! so now there will be 3 people!! woohoo. anyone else wanna join? the more the merrier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 9 and then went to pj for breakfast. the food was just okay. not worth the travel time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i arrived home and then i slept for 5 hours after that. i dreamt something weird. REALLY weird. totally weird. then i went to get a haircut at ada maya. i say siti sarah. malaysian singer. she just had her hair done. and then im here. thats all. today is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110813193377784301?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110813193377784301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110813193377784301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110813193377784301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110813193377784301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/02/shout-out-to-niz.html' title='SHOUT-OUT TO NIZ.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110804929301024327</id><published>2005-02-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:28:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullimic.</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 2 today. i am such a slacker. then had lunch and then watched american idol. after that got ready for dinner. we went to Victoria Station for dinner. its like a steak house. quite nice. on the way there. cars were blocked and we're allowed to pass through the green light. this police motrorcycle stopped us. apparently the president of turkey was passing through so must give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda cool actually. i saw a lot of police cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for dinner. the waiters we had were so blur. one had this lazy eye thing going on and so i didnt look at his face coz i didnt know which eye to look at when im ordering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept looking at the menu. the other waiters were crap as well. so freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granddad was giving them a hard time. pity them wakaka. I NEVER WANNA BE A WAITER. if i had an annnoying customer. i would spit on their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a black pepper steak. it came with a bun and garlic bread and potatoes and corn and broccoli. DAMN THERE AS A LOT OF FOOD.  my stomach actually hurt after i finished everything because ive trained my stomach to contain very little foood. so that i wont have the urge to eat all the time. and i feel guilty for eating this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have either ran back home from the restaurant to burn off everything or stick my finger down my throat and vomit out everything and be bullimic. of course i didnt do either one. but the thought DID cross my mind. it would be so easy.. you eat as much as you want and then you just vomit it out. yes its gross. but its gotta work. paulo says it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i vow never to eat as much again. maybe once a year. i have to keep doing this because i dont exercise much and i just laze around. so if i eat a lot it REALLY affects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ill be going for breakfast at pj. at 9 in the mornin. im just going to have one slice of roti prata and that will be my lunch also. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i like chatting with nisha. she talks the same things i like to talk about. good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ashley..i cant go out with ya tomorrow, ive got this breakfast thing aight? holla back when you read this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining now. i like rainy nights.&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/9233890-110804929301024327?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110804929301024327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110804929301024327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110804929301024327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110804929301024327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/02/bullimic.html' title='bullimic.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110777045756572116</id><published>2005-02-07T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:00:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much DRAMA</title><content type='html'>The Westside Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the title of my school's musical this year. i've heard about it but im not sure what the plot is like. i hope i get a good part. but not a main part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had gymrama practise today. 2 hours. everyone was being lazy and i didnt wanna shout coz i was sick and my nose was running. so i had to emply extra helpers to help me teach them steps. we decided to plot the first formation but it didnt work out. so i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told we had to re-edit our songs. i was like.. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;go to hell im not planning it again I QUIT! just because we booked the good songs first and other schools cannot use it we have to re-edit? screw you. thats the least of our worries. our main aim is to win.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and then they changed their mind and i didnt quit because we came to a settlement of only 10 songs per schools. so i just have to take out 5 songs. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that if i dont get my way or whatever in school i will always go to a higher authority to approve my decision. ive realised thats what ive been doing to get my way. is it bad? NO.&lt;br /&gt;:)  you gotta do what you gotta do to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be plotting of formations again. urgh i hate that. its so freaking troublesome because these people have no bones. theyre so goddamn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i had a short meeting with Puan Suflina to discuss about this issue - no team spirit. i think i know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch i  requested to talk to the school in the lecture hall. so i was trying to explain to them what was happening and what goes where and when. it took around 15 minutes. then i sent them back to class. well at least they know whats happening and not be blur like fucks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got some of my results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : 55/60. -highest! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Commerce :73% - highest! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Math: 85%&lt;br /&gt;History: 41% - i hate history. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Science: 23/46 - highest!haha! but very low marks though.hmph&lt;br /&gt;Others: NOT YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. tomorrow will be a half day. so can rest yeah! just what i needed. i came to school very early today. very proud of myself. i went up to the discipline mistress today and said "hey teacher! im early today!" - HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a very relaxed day actually. i like mondays. except for its blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110777045756572116?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110777045756572116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110777045756572116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110777045756572116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110777045756572116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-much-drama.html' title='so much DRAMA'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110701858491678116</id><published>2005-01-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:09:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADLY TORN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110701858491678116?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110701858491678116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110701858491678116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110701858491678116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110701858491678116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/badly-torn.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110693688604689676</id><published>2005-01-29T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:46:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it ain't you baby</title><content type='html'>high school is supposed to be one of the most memorable years of your life. the years you will remember for the rest of your life. so far, nothing is memorable yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have friends who i can really relate to. i keep thinking about how these friends will appear when i go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wrong and i should spend more time and get to know my school friends. im always trying to find BETTER friends that can fill that void in my life. i never stop and think how my current friend are also a bunch if nice people. its just when its a small school, the friends you get are relatively small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i keep telling my friends, there will be better friends for you later. it could somehow be a major turn and i end up having no friends at all. what makes me think the friends im going to have in college will be better than those i have in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need friends. friends play a very huge part in my life. i dont have any siblings and my cousins are still too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to just stay in malaysia and further my studies here. we have 2 years of college right? do 1 yr here and then go somewhere else. or maybe i wont even go australia. the reason about i was so hyped on going to australia was because australians are cool and i would love living there and i love meeting people. i didnt wanna stay in malaysia because ill have to speak more malay. i dont like speaking malay all the time. coz it affects the way i speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me. I DONT WANNA BE BLOODY AMERICANS WHO CAN ONLY SPEAK ONE PATHETIC LANGUAGE. learning 2 languages and being able to converse well in 2 languages is a very good thing. yeah yeah english is the universal language but its not fun to just be able converse in one language. so i wanna speak more malay. YES. saya suka bertutur dalam bahasa melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be sad that in your whole entire life, you can only talk in english? such a sad sad thing. i wanna make it a point to learn french and a bit of chinese and indian. take it step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i wanna reside here but when i move out of malaysia its not that i hate malaysia, its just i like meetinng people. i enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not yet studied or done any homework by myself. i really have to start now. ive got this frickin' gymrama thing. there will be concert later on. then theres asessment test next week. and by next week will be the first practise. and ive not done anything. all the stuff ive been doing is sleeping and watching tv. great huh? i really need to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend please study. i realy really really wanna do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110693688604689676?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110693688604689676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110693688604689676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110693688604689676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110693688604689676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-it-aint-you-baby.html' title='if it ain&apos;t you baby'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110684560678026134</id><published>2005-01-28T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:06:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught up</title><content type='html'>i came to school 5 minutes late today. missed the patriotic song and was in time for todays announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the principal was saying that he wants to combine the whole school and make it united and not be divided in 3 teams. he chose the colour PURPLE for our new color. wtf. i dislike purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had road run and then we ran and walked. the usual. today is the last time i will be runnning such a long distance. we wanted to stop by Fauzi's house to drink in the middle of the run.. and on the way there.. WE GOT CAUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno what to say and then we got scolded like hell when we got back by Puan.Mas. whattabitcch. she made it into such a huge ordeal ive no idea why and even the principal laughed it off. i was being condescending all the time and kept bringing back whatever she said in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had english. he took the whole period to read excerpts from the lit book. and everybody was sleeping. i was trying my best to pay attention haha. but in the end i succumbed and lied on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Mr.Durai was like.. ok i can see you guys are tired.. fine fine go to sleep. then when he left the class we went "good night". he's so called the most understanding teacher of all teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday zayaana shazlene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had zay's birthday party in the lecture hall. actually only her class people could be there but i sneaked in and ate yummy cake. woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the principal called the whole school to the lecture hall to elect the School captain and etc etc. now its no more.. small houses...its the whole school as a team competing with other schools. more stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to give 4 names for the candidates for the School Capt. and then 4 were given and then Fauzi got elected. good la.. better than Prashant coz he will get bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for School Gymrama Capt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi raised his hand and went..."I want &lt;em&gt;Israk&lt;/em&gt;". i was like... uh. shit. then jinn yueh kept repeating " i support i support." what lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the Principal wanted 3 more names. and everyone was very &lt;em&gt;QUIET. &lt;/em&gt;they didnt say any other name. everyone was being quiet. like NOONE wanted to say anyone elses name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which meant i was going to be incharge of THE WHOLE GODDAM SCHOOL. shit. I CANT.&lt;br /&gt;he said only i only need 2 assistants. so i have to decide properly. i know some people who wants the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lectured the school on how they gave me their full trust and must always trust him and i have the only and final say on any formations, steps or music ideas. and they must cooperate with me. i just sat there and looked blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to plan everything tonight and practise starts next friday. DAMMMIT. if we dont win im gonnna be so pissed and embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do they trust me so much? there must be other candidates in the school? i am not someone who is responsible and i cant hande this whole school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. ive got no ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110684560678026134?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110684560678026134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110684560678026134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110684560678026134'/><link 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE MUCK, BUGGER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;silly bugger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110674967674682010?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110674967674682010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110674967674682010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110674967674682010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110674967674682010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110674603665018890</id><published>2005-01-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:27:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no idea what to put as the topic for today's entry. </title><content type='html'>i am a 5% hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that sometimes you cant help but be a hypocrite.  at least im not a total 200% hypocrite like JH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn hypocritical bitch. you think you so goddam GORGEOUS. my feet is 10 times better than your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was on time for school. then we lines up and then went to class. i was so not in the mood for noise. but my classmates had to shout and shout and make a big deal about how she sat at the wrong place etc. WHAT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking noisy you know these malays. sometimes cant stand them. so i went and sat with the chinese and prashant. talk about donno what and then went to recess. we went for an early recess because of the prize giving ceremony which sucked so bad and i nearly dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we had to arrange back the chairs and tables in the hall. i just sat on those stools and did NOTHING. youre not gonna make me carry those stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the ceremony. that bitch JH kept talking and talking to me and i replied as though everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had the decency to ask me "eh you so leng chai ah, nak jadi my boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry no thanks you bitch. wtf, you think everyone likes you because u think your gorgeous? newsflash : youre not gorgeous and your legs are ENORMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enought about her lah. well i smile when im talking to her. which makes me the same as her but NOT. because i dont ask silly questions and say stupid stuff.. i just smile.. and not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.. tomorrow is zay's bday. tomorrow then i will wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt learn anything in school today. i had to do so sports day stuff thing. and they told me gymrama will be the whole school combined. SCREW YOU. im not gonna do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i will blog about ashley and she wants to read about herself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ashley stop thinking about boyfriends and all those things. its not important lah. dont wonder when you gonna get one.. wonder about other more important stuff."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drink mozuku to get healthy!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good that bloody fucker ron and seth out of the competition. next week Matt and Paulo and Kevin O will be out. haha. actually bad ah. coz paulo should have gone further. everyone's favourite..Matt - to teen idol-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;school sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110674603665018890?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110674603665018890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110674603665018890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110674603665018890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110674603665018890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-no-idea-what-to-put-as-topic.html' title='i have no idea what to put as the topic for today&apos;s entry. '/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110664727645277538</id><published>2005-01-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:01:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend is a 4 letter word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASTON GEORGE ROBERTSON. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. he doesnt read this but his sister does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked very far today and i wasnt tired. i walked like 3/4 of the road run route. i wanted to go to the shop but nobody wanted to send me and i wasnt allowed to drive so i just walked. i FELT like walking because i wanna build up my stamina and be healthy and fit. whattaloadofcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like cake's lyrics and his songs. its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else happened? oh yeah. ive not done &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;homework at all. i am screwed. but hey, who cares about all this assessment. it doesnt matter shit. its the FINAL thing that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatz, i didnt go to the coffee thing with her coz i was lazy and i didnt feel like meeting a celebrity that i have no idea about. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with the xD man! ok fatz you influenced me. shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110664727645277538?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110664727645277538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110664727645277538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110664727645277538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110664727645277538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/friend-is-4-letter-word.html' title='friend is a 4 letter word.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110647204087413331</id><published>2005-01-23T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:20:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the fockers.</title><content type='html'>my IE was being a piece of shit yesterday. i couldn't blog hence the angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided with fatz that we are going to go to new york when we're 23. and then travel around europe after that. i think it will just be NY because travelling around europe requires a lot of money. and then i will try and find work in new york and fatz can go back if she wants to. if nothing pops up i will return to malaysia/australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out yesterday(sat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awaken by my phone..not rudely because it was past twelve and i needed to wake up. was asked to follow to one utama and i got ready in 10 minutes. then the car arrived and then we went out. they bought me double cheeseburger. that was nice of them. i was starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived there and was joined by so much people. fiza's sister and boyfriend. shamin's cousin and boyfriend. shamin's cousin's friend and boyfriend. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cousin's boyfriend kept hinting to shamin that he wanted to be an extra in one of her dad's movies. damn irritating and i knew she was annoyed also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people are rich buggers. they shopped and bought everything with credit cards. there was this stall.. very small.. and the cousin went "do u accept credit card?? no?! then how am i gonna buy this?". next time always carry cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a credit card also. quite cool. just sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much to blog about yesterday and now im so lazy. oh ya.. i bought the meet the fockers dvd and watchhed it yesterday. very funnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i better start my project research now. astronomy. heh.&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/9233890-110647204087413331?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110647204087413331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110647204087413331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110647204087413331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110647204087413331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/meet-fockers.html' title='meet the fockers.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110632707487987464</id><published>2005-01-22T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:04:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya haji..</title><content type='html'>notice how enthusiastic i am? ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 1. yes i woke up at 1 on a hari raya. so not hari raya-ish. didnt go for raya prayers and didnt go fot friday prayers. BAD ISRAK. shall go next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to klcc with cousin and uncle and auntie. ate BK and i wanted to buy a sweater to use for school at FCUK but it costs 400 ringgit. shall ask mom to buy. she understands the need for good clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw this cool oakley shades. its the "dart board" model. its super cool. it costs 500 ringgit. will ask grandparents to get for me for my birthday. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much expensive stuff now. i saw a Versace shop at klcc and was tempted to go in. but i didnt coz i might stain t-shirt that costs a thousand bucks. i somehow shall earn enough money to shop at these stores. thats my main aim. to be able to shop at &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went home. and then aston came to my house and my uncle sent me and him to geetha's house. it was so sad seeing them. they tried to put on a happy face but we could see right through it. their mother's eyes were so red and swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat upstairs and kumaren and geetha joked with us. told us about her new school and jkumaren told us about college. they didnt wanna cry because they had to be strong for their mom. i feel so sad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geetha said she stayed by the coffin for 2 days lookinng at touching her dad's body. she said his legs and arms and face was all broken. his face was all sewed up. when he jumped off the 17th floor.. he landed and BOUNCED. he didnt die when he landed but died when he bounced. imagine the pain he must've experienced. i squirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said he didnt understand why he wanted to leave her and everyone.. how she misses him and how his arm didnt feel normal again when she touched it. i feel so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shook hands with her mom and her sister when we left and they thanked us for coming. i could sense the sadness in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aston's mom sent me hom and she said to geetha "im sorry you lose your PARENTS". haha. then shee realised it and said father. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to RUUUUUUSH home coz i had a party to attend. i got ready and stuff and then got sent by my grandad. i arrived and the secutrity guard let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her father was having some meeting with some actors and the party was at the poolside. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was okay la. i just ate and talked a lot. i went home at around 1230. shamin sent me home in her car. ill miss her although we had the usual fights. she's leaving for australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH FATZ. she told me hetty and taufik did date for awhile. haha. TAUFIK found her attractive too. it wasnt a one way thing. and im meeting hetty for coffee on sunday then i can ask her about taufik. haha. stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110632707487987464?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110632707487987464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110632707487987464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110632707487987464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110632707487987464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/selamat-hari-raya-haji.html' title='selamat hari raya haji..'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110614475471585480</id><published>2005-01-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:25:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark clouds.</title><content type='html'>geetha's father committed suicide yesterday. the news spread to the whole school in less than an hour. sri inai is a very very very gossip-y school. there is this very depressive mood in school today and everyone was very moody for some reason. hmm. it was very tranquil today.. especially after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came late today.. AGAIN. i woke up at 830! hahah. reached school at 845 and then i walked into the school's gate and into economics class. that was when i was told about it.. by aston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came in the class, they were sitting in pairs except for aristian. i didnt wanna sit next to the freak so i pulled a table and sat next to aston and then we talked about it. it was something you dont hear every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was quite boring today. didnt learn much because teachers were busy visiting geetha's house. they played Uno during art period with Pn. Azilla but i didnt coz i didnt feel like it.. we skipped english period coz they wannted to play Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got scolded but who cares? not in the mood to learn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're deciding to visit geetha tomorrow after school since we're being released early because of hari raya haji. Pn. Azilla is taking us and i hope she's in a better mood. there are so much deaths happening. fatt's auntie just died too. but that was cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told some people that the last time i cried because i was SOOO happy was when we won the Best Display Band award in 2oo2. somehow they thought it was so stupid and weird to cry because of that. they were like "what a stupid thing to cry about".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess nobody else can experience what we experienced. the bond we had and the practises we had under the hot sun.. nearly everyday. maybe to them it was stupid because they are never into any extra curricular stuff.to them spending 2 or 3 hours after school having meeting or whatsoever is torturous. and i looked back when we had practises till 7 pm everyday and even having practises on saturdays from 8am till 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in a private school limits you of the good memories you can have. its too pampering and you get to do what you want and whatever you like and there is no sense of belonging whatsoever. you dont feel you belong no matter how long you've been in the school. 10 years in a private school cant replace 2 years in a government school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know what its like if you've never gone through it. i dont expect them to understand.&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/9233890-110614475471585480?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110614475471585480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110614475471585480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110614475471585480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110614475471585480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/dark-clouds.html' title='dark clouds.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110606086164042284</id><published>2005-01-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:16:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.wtf.</title><content type='html'>john stallings. that was your last shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!? okok. i knew he was going to be eliminated coz i found out earlier but i was hoping that it was a ... lie. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn pissed now. "he doesnt have that movie star quality". im sorry, but the last time i checked The Last Action Hero was a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REALITY SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even paulo said he was good man. that stupid black gay guy with the weird hairdo should have gone. ok nvm the judges sucked.if he didnt have that photographer then he would have gone to the next round. the photographer was very bad. its common sense.. if someone had dark hair, you dont take a picture of him with a DARK background.. it doesnt show the texture of the hair. stupid lighting. most of the people who got eliminated was from that photographer and they shouldnt have chosen her at all. complete waste of money and time. i could have done a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARISSA MILLER WAS H.O.T. she looked like jessica simpson. wooot!! (i think she looks better than carmen). i didnt know who she was until today.. she is seriously hot mannn. wowowowowo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received an sms from fatz today! thanks fatz! haha.. i was thinking of them and they were thinking of me! but i didnt thought of sms-ing them. that made my day! yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did absolutely nothing in school today. teachers were absent from classes. no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 new students and they are.. o.k.a.y. althought a bit w e i r d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110606086164042284?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110606086164042284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110606086164042284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110606086164042284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110606086164042284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/wtfwtf.html' title='wtf.wtf.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110595084469136511</id><published>2005-01-17T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T16:34:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINCHED!</title><content type='html'>i was LATE AGAIN TODAY!! late with irma..again too. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had english etc etc. we had the debates after recess. i think i was the loudest "member of the floor" haha. i kept making dumb noises and talked. A LOT. and laughed. and i called the people who were debating. as in when it was their turn to talk.. i'd call them. haha. im a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;jerai won. whatever. i dont care because it wasnt my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got PINCHED in malay class just now coz i didnt finish the homework! wakaka. it was quite painful. i learnt my lesson and i WILL do the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had classes after that and i was the only one from form 5 who went down early today because i finished my science homework the earliest. it was easy shit so thats why i completed it in a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell contented now that my english has improved a bit. it has! i got 5/10 for the first compo. 6.5/10 for the 2nd one and i got 7.5 for the one i did this morning!! yeah!! it was some story about a guy. directed writing. so i feel good but i want be comfortable at this point coz i still need to widen my vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110595084469136511?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110595084469136511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110595084469136511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110595084469136511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110595084469136511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/pinched.html' title='PINCHED!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110586078593376186</id><published>2005-01-16T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:47:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>verve remixed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i've just discovered a new genre of music. its caalled verve remixed. it has the elements of jazz and blues. the only thing different about it is that its remixed. wait, its NOT TECHNO. i hate techno but this is not techno. its quite cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remixed version of jazz. i love it. but many probably won't because it doesn't have "MEANINGFUL" lyrics you can read or think into. its just music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me music does't have to have thoughtful lyrics or have ANY lyrics whatsoever. it can just be sounds. for example - classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only dreadful thing about it is you cant listen to it on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110586078593376186?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110586078593376186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110586078593376186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110586078593376186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110586078593376186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/verve-remixed.html' title='verve remixed!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110580076242704965</id><published>2005-01-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:07:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when?</title><content type='html'>i am terrified of what the future holds for me. who knows what might happened to me when i am 25 or 30? i can't rely on my parents for eternity and what if my life doesn't turn out to be what i hope it will be? god i am p.e.t.r.i.f.i.e.d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've planned out a long entry today but i somehow have had a mind block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fail in life and i dont want to lose people who i care about in life.&lt;br /&gt;imagine me being 30 and having no family or i lose one of my limbs? that is very scary ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't even realise that 20 years have passed and when you reminisce on the good old times you'll realise.. it has passed so quickly. after this will be college. after that will be uni. it will be over so fast and you won't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have friends who i can count on later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: what's going to happen to malaysia in 15 years time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandpa: it will be a developed country..that's what they're hoping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't think i can live till then..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: nobody knows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9233890-110580076242704965?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110580076242704965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110580076242704965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110580076242704965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110580076242704965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/when.html' title='when?'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110569336105113225</id><published>2005-01-14T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:02:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks.</title><content type='html'>i've noticed that teachers in my school are immuned by profanities. they just ignore if we said any swear words. its quite amazing actually because i've been saying fuck and bitch and fucking shit and teachers just brush it off like it was some kind of a common vocabulary of the english dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late to school today, together with irma. that was worth it. i stood next to her in the "latecomers" line. which had only the 2 of us. they had a new song again today but everybody seemed too exhausted to open their gaps. i think it was the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had economics after the assembly and the teacher kept making jokes which i don't understand and pretend to smile when she's looking at me so as to not make her feel like a dumb fool. everybody was either dead or was in some other world because as i far as i know, they were not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had 2 periods of math and i finished the graph thing in time. hooray for me. and then it was recess and i ate a hot dog bun. im on a diet. i feel fat. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 2 free periods afterwards because the malay teacher had something on so we spent time doing other uncompleted work and talking. mostly talking though. i checked hazwany's MC speech for monday and i told her that it was all over the place and i asked her to do it again. stupid fugly bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was commerce! yeah! i like this particular subject because the teacher is great. but not today. she was angry at my friend who was laughing at my joke about "ass insurance". inside joke but he was laughing non-stop and the teacher just walked to her seat and asked him to continue laughing while she did her won work. merajuk ah nie. actually i was laughing like a mad cow also but i didn't get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was friday prayers time and i saw an insane man at the mosque. he was rubbing himself on the grass and eating it and pointing to the kids around him. it was quite entertaining and i even took a picture. oh no wait.. 2 pictures. ah, the beauty of camera phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to change into my ugly sandals because i already have a phobia about wearing nice shoes to this mosque because my shoes got stolen last year. so i asked my friend to look after it. and he did and it was safe. i would kill myself if my shoes were stolen once again. once is enough. i dont need history to repeat itself. bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had science and then we had PREP which means like its a free period. so i talked to the new kid found out some stuff. he said supposedly people are saying me and irma are a couple and were the so called "popular" ones. FIRST OF ALL, we're not a couple and i am not popular. i asked where he got this ludacris idea and he said from his "resources". whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home now and i can go online tonight because its the weekend!! yes! my favourite days. next week.. we will be released eaarly from school and we have holidays on friday, sat, sun, monday and tuesday!!! 5 days of holidays!! just what i needed! a BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110569336105113225?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110569336105113225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110569336105113225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110569336105113225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110569336105113225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-sucks.html' title='school sucks.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110560815095356360</id><published>2005-01-13T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:45:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless.</title><content type='html'>today was a very tiring day. i walked the whole way but decided to run a bit. when i sprinted at the end of the race..my stomach felt like it was going to burst and my legs felt like it was going to break in two at any moment. but i did finish the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i woke up a bit late. as usual. when i walked in the school i didnt know whether i was late or not? i asked the prefect and she said not so i ran to my classes line. and then sang another new song 5 times. its such a boring song and they keep asking us to repeat and repeat. its 8 o clock in the morning! who the hell screams and shouts in the morning? i had a new hair style today and everyone noticed it. i didnt get a haircut it was like that because i wanted to copy "JOHN'S" hairstyle but a bit different. shuddap fatz. they said i looked like a "good boy" ah. splendid. just what i needed. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i was late for science class and then we had to walk up and down 2 corridors 5 times. which was so freaking stupid because the sun kept getting in my face and it was hot. noreen just got scolded on her skirt being very short. i told her.. "you should see the girls in singapore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had malay and then recess. we had english after that and as the teacher was asking grammar questions i was answering everything and then i was told to shut up by mr. durai. just because i was giving answers. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was math and i have tons of homework to do. 15 graphs and that is a freakishly big amount. i have to pass up so much homework by tomorrow and i won' go online because of that. commerce hw. history hw. english hw. malay hw. math hw. please have mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still tired from running and i think ive loss my ability to write well in english essays. i think its the influence from this malay people and bad english. i have to somehow.. magically, get everything back because SPM is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how collars, instead of wearing it down.. u lift it up..? it covers your neck? yes. i did that today and everyone noticed it again. how come what i do always have to be questioned?aston thought i got the idea from manhunt..which is NOT true. i dont take everything from there. some..but not all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the hair lah. which is not counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i asked amirul to sit with me and my friends during lunch and somehow his friends didnt follow him. which is a bit queer because i am a friendly person =). although i might have insulted them before for being dorks or whatever but now its different. i just dont, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about gymrama now and how i hate being the Capt. i have so much responsibilities this year and i am strongly against that. ive yet to pick out the MC and timekeeper for this monday's debate and i've yet to pick the debaters for next, next week's debate. im quite stressed. now i have to figure out moves for gymrama and ideas have somehow escaped my mind. i am what you call.. idea-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a friday and that is pleasing as it will be close to the weeked which i am vehemently looking forward to. i need the rest. its also distressing because i have a substantial amount of homework to do. that is the bummer of fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i bid farewell for i will be taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110560815095356360?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110560815095356360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110560815095356360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110560815095356360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110560815095356360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/restless.html' title='restless.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110552526383848066</id><published>2005-01-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:21:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to you..</title><content type='html'>i want washboard abs.&lt;br /&gt;i want muscles.&lt;br /&gt;i want nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;but i am too lazy to do and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i watched manhunt and this is the cause of it. i was surpised that quite a lot of people watched it. the show is quite stupid lah. its just its very amazing how u can get 100k by having people taking pictures of you. and you get free clothes from armani exchange. ARMANI EXCHANGE! damn. anyway yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to school today and the first qn that was asked to me was "did u watch manhunt yesterday?" weird. anyway..we had to sing the patriotic song 5 times in the morning, break time and lunch time. wtf? yeah. coz were using this new ones and theyre getting us used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we had 2 period of econs and then malay. and then etc etc la. haha. i got scolded during history just now for talking. and then got called by Puan. Mas. apparently she wants me to teach the choir how to sing and move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said no. coz i was busy with math. and im not willing to anyway so dont force me. im no longer interested in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last period was commerce. didnt pay attention coz i was very tired. and then i went down and did my history homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tke back my ring which i got confiscated from by puan mas. its been a year already. dammit. now i think the school doenst give a shit about rules etc. people can simpy dye hair and wear accessories and wear colored sox and bring audio players and listening to them in class without getting scolded. so im gonna do the same. WAKAKA. who caresssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit tomorrow got "merentas desa". near 50km run and ive got no running shoes. dammit. there will be 2 test runs and the actual test run. i thin im gonna pretend like im sick on the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110552526383848066?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110552526383848066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110552526383848066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110552526383848066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110552526383848066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-you.html' title='back to you..'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110535189283001783</id><published>2005-01-10T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T18:11:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should let me love you.</title><content type='html'>today started off badly. i left my phone in the car and i got quite restless because i thought i lose it. i had to call my house to check if my phone was okay because i realy dont want to lose that fone. its the best phone ive ever had. nokia 7610. anyways. i was late and then i had to hide behind this wall thing to make my call while they sang the patriotic song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess was debate time. it was in the auditorium instead of the dining hall. i prefered the dining hall coz it had a podium. anyways, both the debate teams were called out to go to the front and sit in our respective places and then we took turns to speak. i was very nervous and my legs were shaking like it had gone loose. but it was okay ah although i think i spoke quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proposing team had a lot of points and so did we and then the results got announced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we won! haha. yes my team won!! kinabalu house won and it was quite unexpected coz we did it last minute. heh. and i was called to be in last minute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the best speaker award went to ME! omg. i was like STUNNED. me? best speaker? thats crazy. yeah i won and i was honored and it felt good! coz... it was last minute work and i think i did just okay. yay. so i got the team to win and i got the best speaker. while the team didnt get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the debate the teacher incharge for the other house scolded the school on this and that and scolded the debaters for not using evidence and shit. pls lah, just because your team lost doesn't mean you have to get all cranky. serves you right. who asked you to pick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good that i won coz then it can be added up to my testimonial for college. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopee.&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/9233890-110535189283001783?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110535189283001783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110535189283001783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110535189283001783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110535189283001783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-should-let-me-love-you.html' title='you should let me love you.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110510011961032955</id><published>2005-01-07T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:15:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#CCCCCC" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#666600" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#999933" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#CCCC66" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFF00" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YELLOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110510011961032955?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110510011961032955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110510011961032955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110510011961032955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110510011961032955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/yellowyou-are-very-perceptive-and.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110500292082772651</id><published>2005-01-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T17:15:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i thought.</title><content type='html'>i was made Captain of Gymrama. WHY?! WHY WAS I MADE THE CAPTAIN? i specifically said i DONT wanna be the captain and yet they chose me. luckily i was not made captain for the whole house. although i was nominated.. i didnt get it coz they wanted me for gymrama? WHY? dammit la. i hate ordering people and stressing over the steps and formations and music. SHIT. i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Captain had to make a speech after the elections and Aston who was made Captain gave a speech on everyone to try their best to win and stuff and cooperate with each other. then i had to do a speech. i went up and stood there for a long time because i didnt expect to be made captain and i had not planned anything..so i just said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay this year willl be very different from last year and i hope we can win again. i wont be collecting much from you guys because we wont be using as much props as we did last yr. 5 ringgit only. heh. and good luck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. damn stupid right. but nvm la.. theyre gonna hear MORE from me over the coming weeks. i will probably shout and punish and all that ah. which i hate to do. but it has to be done. which sucks coz that was what i did last yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go and get the the Captains signature and Asst. Gymrama's signature and MY signature and go and book the songs we use. we have to boook it because no other school or house can use the same songs. thats why i was very kan-chiong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bitch mazni. seriously. damn you. she's the teacher for this other house and she asked me to join the debate. now i hate to be in the debate. FUCK this damn school man. i wanna be 3rd speaker and i think thats easier. why do i have to be in debate? coz somehow i need to be the leader for this first debate so that others can follow for the next debates. CANT THEY LEAD ALSO? THEY ARE THE SAME AGE AS ME. THEYRE NOT BLOODY STUPID AND IM NOT A LEADER. thats just bullshit. so now i hate to prepare my text and memorize it. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my school so much now for making me their slave and a freaking dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna win debate and i wanna win gymrama. WAKAKA. okok nvm. its just i dont wanna be incharge. coz if we lose then its MY fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that there are only 2 words in malay that are made my malays? EVERY OTHER WORD IS TAKEN FROM OTHER LANGUAGES? cool. the words are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babi and pasrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110500292082772651?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110500292082772651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110500292082772651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110500292082772651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110500292082772651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-so-i-thought.html' title='and so i thought.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110493082645922571</id><published>2005-01-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:31:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so far.....so good.</title><content type='html'>school has been okay i guess. not very bad. its just a bit boring and the waking up at 730 every morning is very hard for me coz i hate early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to NOT sing for this year's prize giving day. thank god. i practically had to beg the teacher to not let me sing coz ive had enough of singing. i just... dont wanna sing... for awhile. so i was asked to do other stuff. and tomorrow is house meeting. i hope im not made Captain. please. i dont wanna be Capt for the house and for gymrama. i have a lot to do this yr and its hard to concentrate with alll this stupid posts on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to sing this patriotic song TWICE this morning and that is so stupid and the song is super fucking long that its so irritating to listen to the voices on the tape over and over again. stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im incharge of debate and i refuse to be in debate and its this monday. so i assigned zayaana, hazwany, nelly and aston for the debate. not the BEST candidates but who cares? i dont give a shit anyway. i asked them to prepare all the stuff so that i can check it on friday. argh. i didnt wanna do it but supposedly... the people incharge of debates does this kind of thing. damn fcuked up. im such a bad leader. and then the next monday will be the debate between the OTHER 2 houses and i have to find time keeper and MCs.  who da hell wanna be MCs and time keepers? ARGH. ill just choose some random people and ask them to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive booked songs for gymrama so that other houses won't get to use it. and i hope to win the other school coz we lost to them last yr. even though my house won for our school but not the other school. hm. WILL win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs are:&lt;br /&gt;"lose my breath"&lt;br /&gt;"what you waiting for"&lt;br /&gt;"bad girl"&lt;br /&gt;and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SURE other houses will pick these songs and now they wont anymore. WAKAKAKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got history, eng and math hw today. argh. stupid. i hate homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also noticed how aween is very different. she somehow PAYS attention when i talk and actually TALKS to me. so. W E I R D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of taking literature as an extra subject. coz currently the lit we're doing is a bit.. easy so i wanna take the one with another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk gtg do hw.&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/9233890-110493082645922571?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110493082645922571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110493082645922571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110493082645922571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110493082645922571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-farso-good.html' title='so far.....so good.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110476177975492081</id><published>2005-01-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:16:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of hell.</title><content type='html'>first day was boring. it was so boring i neealy fell asleep on every period. they need to think of better things to do around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had "talks" about the school rules during assembly. it took a bloody hour and then we proceeded to class. my new class is better because its cleaner and the 2 aircons work -  finally. this room had the worst aircons last year. and then the class teacher told us not to repeat our "sins". whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem students had to complete hols homework and arts stream and relax. which is bad coz it was extremely boring and there was nothing to do. i was somehow elected Vice Chairman. fuck this class, i dont wanna be their slave. and then recesss than had another assembly where the principal talked about tsunami fund thing. i think ill donate 5 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english teacher came in and insulted the new student and the retarded student. wakaka. funnieh. and he made me Captain of the debate team. thank goodness for that. now i can CHOOSE who goes for the debates instead of me actually going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSZZAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they oushed the whole school activity thing to the fisrt termn and that sucks. debate starts next week. and gymrama is next month! i am not ready.  but ive picked out some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? science started its lesson today and she gave homework which i am NOT going to do because i forgot what it was coz i was so god damn sleepy i couldnt keep my eyes open through out the whole lesson. should start sleeping at 12 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i am also incharge for the performances stuff for Prize Giving Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to conduct auditions for the singing thing and come up with songs bla bla. its tomorrow and i haven't done shit. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW THIS SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is they didnt say anything abt my dyed and long hair. and my shoes was given the green light. being the most senior is quite fun actuallly coz u get to order ppl around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeehaw.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110476177975492081?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110476177975492081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110476177975492081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110476177975492081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110476177975492081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-day-of-hell.html' title='first day of hell.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110461107979453472</id><published>2005-01-02T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T04:24:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hola o5.</title><content type='html'>happy new yr people. didnt update much coz my IE had some problems. aus was great and so was hong kong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's school and im not ready and i think noone's ready. will they accept my shoes? is my dyed hair going to be noticed? DUH. but i think i won't dye it black but maybe just cut it. even though i bought a billabong backpack... i WANT A SLING BAG coz books hehre are not heavy and i dont have to take public transport and it wont be a burden and ive been using sling bags in kl since forever so i dont wanna change. wanna get quiksilver ones. yes im a surf brand maniac. so what? bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the country that the tsunami had really affected was thailand and it was after they tortured the muslims there.&lt;br /&gt;buildings and buildings collapsed but not mosques. no mosques has collapsed and that is quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is He telling us something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110461107979453472?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110461107979453472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110461107979453472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110461107979453472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110461107979453472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2005/01/hola-o5.html' title='hola o5.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110251574490594937</id><published>2004-12-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:22:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how you remind me.</title><content type='html'>had lunch with whole family + maid today at halal food restaurant owned by a singaporean guy who is the brother-in-law of a teacher from T.K. what a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that i went cut my hair at a saloon.hong kongs have stupid saloons that provides bad service and treatment. the hairdresser cut my ear. it wasn't painful and i asked for a discount but NO SPEAKA DA ENGLIS. cant be bothered so paid 100 hk and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier in the morning i woke up very early because my body was aching. had a bath. i filled it with near boiling water and it wasnt hot enough. wanted to go to the jacuzzi but its on the 7th floor and i was too drained to put my boardshorts on and go marching down there. and so i took panadols and lied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im a drug-addict.i took 6 panadol tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GET HAIRCUTS AT HONG KONG'S SALOONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid told me a secret that very few people know. she's actually 16 yrs old. OMG. thats so screwed up. thats MY age. nearly blacked out when she told me that. oh well. shes here to make a living. and shes following us to Aussie. at least i have someone to relae to and be friend with in Oz. ill sure be left out there coz everyone will be occupied with the Atkinson gathering and whatever have you. its okay. im used to it. will spend time in shopping centres that closes everyday at 5pm. how dumb is that. Ozzies are lazy. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iit was V.V.V.V.V.V.V. cold outside in the afternoon. i had a long sleeved shirt with a jumper. and it wasnt enough, still very cold and i had a runny nose because of that. take note : stay indoors. the wind was quite strong and it vaccumed my eyeballs out of the moisture. dry eyes are very annoying. my point is... hong kong is very cold and im not used to this constant 24/7 freezing.  this temperature bugs me. Australia is going to be warm. what a drastic 180 degrees change of climate. i dont want to be in a warm place because im used to being in a cold place. ah. im so hard to please. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;-Bag&lt;br /&gt;-Board shorts&lt;br /&gt;-Sox&lt;br /&gt;-School shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the school shoe i wanted!! and its P.E.R.F.E.C.T. its from quiksilver and the model is called Valiant. super duper cool and perfect. MUST get shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch mom suddenly asked how much i would want to contribute to the ipod? i said half and that question boggles my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i getting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this males me think about it all over again when i managed to stop the obsession it suddenly gets brought up. what are they trying to do. agter all this rollercoaster ride they gave i better end up having the ipod. wheepee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flight is tomorrow midnight and maybe this will be the last time ill be blogging. good bye blog. will miss ya. till after Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110251574490594937?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110251574490594937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110251574490594937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110251574490594937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110251574490594937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-how-you-remind-me.html' title='this is how you remind me.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110242364195048657</id><published>2004-12-07T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:47:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridget jones's diary </title><content type='html'>i just watched the first one. funnaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleverly written and very witty. haha.. can't get over some parts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene where they faught and "its raining men" was blasting in the background while occasionally pausing for little dialogues. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a memorable movie. a bit awkward though, watched it with mom. squirmed with ever "fuck" and "sex scenes" and "kissing scenes". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt; anyhoo. gtg watch something else. whouldnt spend too much time on the computer! im on holidays! and on thurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYE BYE HONG KONG AND HELLO AUSTRALIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand...the surf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110242364195048657?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110242364195048657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110242364195048657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110242364195048657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110242364195048657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/bridget-joness-diary.html' title='bridget jones&apos;s diary '/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110230436204469859</id><published>2004-12-06T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:43:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh..??</title><content type='html'>im sick and tired of waiting and hoping for it. i have stopped the obsession and turned normal again. altho i need it very badly yo support the amount of music i have - its okay. i can survive without it for a couple of months i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cool that my sisters got it for their birthday. Rebecca's birthday is coming up so dad bought for her the green personalised ipod. cool huh? haha.. yeah. Shes's 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard being deprived of a parental love. i have never seen my dad before. and so i dont know what it is like to have an actual father. im not complaining but sometimes you tend to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's daughters, a.k.a my step sisters are so lucky. they have both of their parents still.. altho separated but the both of them still care much for their daughters. and here i look at adam and see how lucky he is too.. to have both a mom and a dad to love him and guide him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish what it is like to have a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my mom if the ipod could be the gift for my birthday in about 3-4 months from now. i can wait that long...i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a very expensive gift. i don't know yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. its okay. this about sums it up. its too expensive for me. :) its just TOO expensive to get it for me for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not mention about the gadget - since its too expensive for ME to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110230436204469859?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110230436204469859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110230436204469859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110230436204469859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110230436204469859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhh.html' title='ahhh..??'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110226334832651127</id><published>2004-12-06T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:16:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pirates of the carribean.</title><content type='html'>is that how you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoot! there's ponly one word to describe that movie.. OUTSTANDING!&lt;br /&gt;its so funny and action-packed which is so damn freaking cool!! ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow!&lt;br /&gt;his dialogues are so witty yet they make you think. brilliant brilliant movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plot is so well crafted.. i wonder how they could think of it. i pity the bad captain coz he didnt get to taste his apple. pity him.&lt;br /&gt;some parts i didnt find made sense but im too lazy to type it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked it when he said something abt if the black pearl didnt leave any survivors.. how did people know about it? damn superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to read the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Jack Sparrow's character a whole damn lot. i donno why. I FEEL VERY S L O W BECAUSE I JUST WATCHED THE MOVIE. nevermind. who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the script! i want the script! i want the script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom and Female actress was good also. i have no idea what to write now. i had it all planned out just now. NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;savvy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110226334832651127?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110226334832651127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110226334832651127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110226334832651127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110226334832651127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/pirates-of-carribean.html' title='pirates of the carribean.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110224860996288020</id><published>2004-12-05T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:10:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never dwell, move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110224860996288020?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110224860996288020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110224860996288020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110224860996288020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110224860996288020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/never-dwell-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110224364315675874</id><published>2004-12-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:51:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>do you realise that the time that you think and wonder about life the most is when you are about to go to sleep? before you are in a daze and suddenly get wiped out by a huge black blanket, you seem to have the most interesting thoughts and questions about life. you will probably not remember it because you doze off after you finished the thought as thought you were on some timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what fascinates me is sometimes you can answer all this questions or have answers to these thoughts or yet have solved the problem on that same night but forget the answers on the very same morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are life's wonders.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it could be answered during bedtime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to reflect on oneself must be during the bedtime. that is the most apt time because you went through a lot in the day and you get to unwind and lay out what life has served you throughtout the day or week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you contemplate on whether to write it down so that it wil get recorded or blog about it. sometimes you don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time you get a thought, jot it down. you never know what it could bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110224364315675874?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110224364315675874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110224364315675874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110224364315675874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110224364315675874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110223892847749413</id><published>2004-12-05T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:28:48.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the surf is up!</title><content type='html'>i wanna surf in australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i have to learn first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched this movie on cinemax just now on surfing and its damn exciting. it makes me wanna try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could rent a surfboard there and learn to surf. it will be fun and a new thing to look forward to when i visit australia other than Dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to boogie-board last time. thats like a kiddies version of surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;back when i was sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfing is quite dangerous actually. you could hit those coral stuff and get bruised everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110223892847749413?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110217849072488343</id><published>2004-12-05T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:41:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phlogger!!</title><content type='html'>wei people!!&lt;br /&gt;theres this thing called phlogger that ou can use to blog when you're not home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;you use A PHONE TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you send an sms to it and it shows on ur blog like a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually u forget on what to blog, but now u wont coz you can just send an sms to the blog and it will be shown there! cool ahh!! i want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait till i return home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can use MMS also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so cool ah! cool right fatz! it needs 1 week to register your account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110217849072488343?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110217849072488343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110217849072488343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110217849072488343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110217849072488343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/phlogger.html' title='phlogger!!'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110215262391243195</id><published>2004-12-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:57:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few bracelets.</title><content type='html'>i went to mongkok today after a tiring session of badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a few bracelets, a long sleeved t-shirt and a scrunchie. heh.. all the stuff there was quite cheap. we got a new pair of sandals for adam. very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't take the cab home coz there were no cabs so we took the MTR. note, its MTR not MRT.&lt;br /&gt;the whole train system is very big and we had to walk quite far so everyone was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got in the lift at the train station and then adam pulled the headphones on ths guy's MINI IPOD. what a weird uncanny incidence. eveything is pointing out to me that i must have it. if you're tired of this ipod talk then stop reading now. haha.. altho it'll just be a mere couple of lines because im so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i said "..look even adam wants an ipod" then my mom turned to me and said "i donno if dad is going to let you have an ipod"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow the perspective changed. i might not have an ipod. the weird thing is he doens't know anything about this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my point here is.. if dad was to be forced into getting me the thing then i dont want it. seriously. you know why right? refer to previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone wants to get me something its not because of he/she was forced to or talked into. its because they wanted to and is sincere about getting it.. if you thought twice then better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember someone said to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if in doubt, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i hope they read this so that they know how i feel about the situation but that won't happen because this is a diary and a diary is private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that this is such a pessimistic entry! ahh... nevermind. this is MY diary. its MINE. huahuahua. k anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so cold outside. i went down just now to walk around and its so cold. when you're in kl/ s'pore you wish you were in a btter climate where its cold. but now i think being in a tropical climate is much better. you get to have the aircon on when its hot and go outside if its cold. but here everywhere is cold and im sick of it. not in a bad way&lt;br /&gt;a good way.&lt;br /&gt;its cold outside inside and all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;im so whiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope dangles on a string.. like slow spinning redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;israaaaaaak.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9233890-110215262391243195?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110215262391243195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110215262391243195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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(mini)&lt;br /&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having breakfast in the 7th floor today and me and mom talked abt stuff. yeah just stuff. random stuff. after that i kept bragging on how cool the ipod mini is and how it is scratch proof! which is good for clumsy ol' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she got tired of it and went "tell me what you really want and we'll just get that." it was in a not very happy tone and i said ill think abt whether i want a discman or mp3 player.the truth is i want an mp3 player. but i dont want someone to get something for me because they HAVE to. i want them to do it in a happy mood. and when i get it i wont feel guilty and i wont feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if they get me the thing in an unhappy mood then i dont want it. i dont want anything then coz then it'll make me feel guilty and i dont wanna feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;guilt haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whenever i look at the whatever thing im gonna get then it'll remind me of how reluctant and unhappy they were about getting me the thing. then i'll be unhappy too.&lt;br /&gt;ill be using the thing a lot so ill be unhappy a lot and then ill be depressed. depressed people are weird. i dont wanna be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. so i wont say a word until i get back from Oz and ogle at my step sisters's ipod minis. a a silver one, a gold one and a green one. the green one is a personalised one.how nice. while im left gadget-les and music-les. i dont even know if there are such words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;israk.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110203467403561024?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110203467403561024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110203467403561024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110203467403561024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110203467403561024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhh-ipod.html' title='ahhh. the ipod.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110199521617284755</id><published>2004-12-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:03:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exploring HK.</title><content type='html'>i forgot to say my parents condo has housekeeping. like the hotel kind. crazy right? macau. even though we have a maid. we have housekeeping. its like a maid for a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today woke up at 10. then... went to lunch.. at this malay cafe.&lt;br /&gt;the owner is the brother in law of a teacher in tk. how uncanny is that? what a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look at my mp3 player. huahua..we looked at some but nothing was nice ah.. my mom was like.. "..u want ipod mini right?" haha.. i said no. coz then it'll be the same aswhat my 3 sisters will have. haha i know i know.. should have said yes. but we didint buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to shop for adam's high chair and new toys for him.. it took so long coz they couldnt decide. ahh. tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lazy to update ah.. so tired! got runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play badminton today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point form update will start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mom is organising a dance class.&lt;br /&gt;-yes thats true and its hip hop music. woah.&lt;br /&gt;-played badminton with mom&lt;br /&gt;-shes not too bad&lt;br /&gt;-someone guy came in and wanted to play with me and then he was like.. "come on come on" stupid basket. and i managed to win him. haha! padan muker bodz.&lt;br /&gt;-yes seriously i did beat him.&lt;br /&gt;- watched school of rock&lt;br /&gt;-sialah good movie.&lt;br /&gt;-no, rock isnt the best genre of music EVER. there are other  types of music and its not because of mtv that they became popular.&lt;br /&gt;-its like a crime that the kids didnt know abt the rock legends. whatever sia.&lt;br /&gt;-haha.. but the movie still rocked ah! damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110199521617284755?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110199521617284755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110199521617284755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110199521617284755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110199521617284755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/exploring-hk.html' title='exploring HK.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110190828784844058</id><published>2004-12-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:38:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong.</title><content type='html'>ive arrived at hong kong already.. heh.. was greeted by adam and mom and maid downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;the apartment is like a hotel.. it has a lobby and it has a breakfast level and all that... aircon is on 24 hrs.. wah wah... cool seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway.. didnt sleep yesterday... busy surfing the net on cheap mp3 players that has good quality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mym dad is buying another ipod for my other younger sister. the green colour ipod mini. cool ah. i want one but i cant afford it coz i bught 7610. i dnt regret buying this fone. so its ok... wait for my birthday ah.. next year.. maybe some other cool ipod stuff coming out.. or whatver nicer ,p3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todat left home for the Central Statiob at around 11 then reached at 1130.. checked in and stuff then had macdonalds for lunch with granparents. after that bought train ticket to KLIA.. well the counter in which i was in was selling tickets ONLY for those who wants to go to the airport.. then the ticket woman can still ask.. "..yes..?" i made a... sarcastic face and went.."..K.L.I.A". haha.. i said slowly.. then she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the train in fron of this old auntie and younger chinese guy.. i thought they were mother and son. but I DONT THINK SO.. coz they were holding hands and whispering away to each other. i think maybe they're off to go to Bali and have a wedding there. gross man. damn old auntie and 20++ kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at airport.. then walked around and around.. fr something to buy.. in the end i bought chewing gum and tissue.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling a bt under the weather. thats why... you think i buy tissue for fun ah? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im typing on a mac's computer..so cool.. haha.. using my mom's comp..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i boarded the aeroplane... i was in economy class... i REALLY HATE ECONOMY CLASS. luckily when im going to australia later ill be in business. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why i hate eco class? coz its so cramped and i felt like i was in a sardine can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this HUGE FAT HUMONGOUS GIGANTIC guy who was sitting next to me and he occupied 3 seats. i was in on of those 3 seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he had to read the newspaper.. he had to stretch out his hand so far out so that it doenst block my view of the tv screen. and when he put his hands on the arm rest.. it would like occupy nearly half of my seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he had to go to toilet. i had to get up and move back in this SMALL economy class part of the plane. and then he returned and the processed repeted it self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he had not drank 10 glasses of red wine and 1 glass of white wine.. i dont think he would have wanted to go to the toilet. plus he had this cough that produced the most disgusting phlegm sound. and he coughed A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched prinncess diaries 2. ok i know its crap ah but there was nothing else on. and it was a funny show. i like the 2 maids. and there was this scene where i think i laughed quite loudly and fat gigundo man looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs after that. arrived in HK and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i still donno who won singapore idol! ahh!! i wanna know! i think theyre having a good time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my entry for today is done.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9233890-110190828784844058?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110190828784844058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110190828784844058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110190828784844058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110190828784844058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/12/hong-kong.html' title='hong kong.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110181076741591916</id><published>2004-11-30T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:44:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all around the world...</title><content type='html'>Im going to Australia tomorrow and I havent packed for shit. I have a lot of things to bring and I have to bring 2 bags. How ah? Im not ready to tomorrow. Wanted to get mp3 player before going but no time already! Macau!! Takpe takpe.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be considered as a song downloading freak coz I have been downloading songs like crazy… if anyone has to get arrested it should be me. Seriously.. im downloading all this songs like nobodys business. But I wont stop because its fun. Plus the quality is good and one song takes around 3 minutes to be downloaded.. Quite fast aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to burn the songs today for my mom but I realized I didn’t have any blank cds.. then I asked fozzy and geet if they got any extra cds… they said they did.. I had to pay for fauzis cds coz apparently they were &lt;em&gt;expensive and good quality.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. Geet said I could have her cds for free plus she would burn for me also! Very nice la she.. too nice already.. wanted to pay but she said no.. and she wanted to help me burn coz shes bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to oasiss all around the world. Heh.. kinda ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack now!! Bring yourself to pack Israk! Youre leaving tomorrow and you have to do a lot of things tonight plus there are some good shows on TV tonight. Dammit. I dont think I have enough clothes for the 2 countries.. why? Because Hong Kong is gonna be cool and Australia is gonna be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to bring like 2 sets of clothing.. very annoying isnt it. I dont have enough clothes ahhh…. How? How? How? Nvm.. will figure out something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatz got the tickets to Singapore Idol best seh! I wish I could go… but she paid a lot for it ah.. fatz… that amount of money is a lot a lot a lot… try converting it to Malaysian ringgit? Macau!! I can get a very good mp3 player with that amount of money seh! Takpe takpe! Haha… Dia tengah semangat pasal nie bender so biarkan dia.. hahah… kk.. hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the semi-finals of Juara Lagu today and it was the ballad category.. the finalists are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misha.. Omar Pulangkan&lt;br /&gt;Anuar.. Zain Semua Untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Zamani.. Some crap shit not nice song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vince.. Mengapa Harus Cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope anuar and misha wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be the last time Ill be blogging in Malaysia till I get back ah.. so.. farewell noisy chair and room and computer…and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MUSIC!!! AHHHH I WONT HAVE MY MUSIC TO LISTEN TO!!! SHIT SHIT!! THIS IS TRAGIC. VERY VERY TRAGIC. HOW WILL I GO ON?!?! AHH!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.. continue..life..without..music............have.. too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;............israk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110181076741591916?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110181076741591916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110181076741591916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110181076741591916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110181076741591916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-around-world.html' title='all around the world...'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110172716778239272</id><published>2004-11-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:34:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afrodisiac.</title><content type='html'>babi sakk!! i typed quite a long entry and then this thing screwed up. kk nvm. relax.&lt;br /&gt;ill just type in point forms on what i wrote earlier. i thinks that better since this is supposed to be a summarised blog like my other one is detailed but now i realise that im using this blog more.&lt;br /&gt;anyway........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need an mp3 player badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-downloaded a lot of songs to put in my mp3 player. &lt;em&gt;the one im gona get soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going to Hong Kong on 1st of dec...&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol finale is on the same day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need mp3 player so that my plane ride and train rides and car rides in Hong Kong and Australia won't be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looking forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to d/l and burn songs for mom coz she wants it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she wants destiny's child and kanye west and some dancey music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she doesnt want rock or slow rock or &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;type of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont quite like lindsay lohan coz she's very britney but i just downloaded her &lt;em&gt;Rumors &lt;/em&gt;video clip.. i am HUGE fan. if ya know what i mean.. i think she purposely shook her boobs a lot in the video.. you should watch it and see what i mean.. i heard she had implants or something.. it looks really big and bouncy.. &lt;strong&gt;WATCH IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else i wrote just now so till here bloggie....and can anyone recommend me some good mp3 players? and... good luck taufik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..israk&lt;/em&gt;&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/9233890-110172716778239272?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110172716778239272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110172716778239272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110172716778239272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110172716778239272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/11/afrodisiac.html' title='afrodisiac.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110163545841982644</id><published>2004-11-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:50:58.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all in my head.</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i updated. thats coz i went to s'pore and then i lost the interest in blogging coz i haven't done it in a while. gonna start now! coz blogging gives me something to do when im online. i have not been doing anything at all when i came back to malaysia. wanna go watch movie but noone to go with! ahhhh.... stupid.. wanna watch incredibles! i heard it was a good movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shutters a few dayts ago in s'pore with fatz, zhafey and wah... fuyoh.. the movie very.. scary... one of the scariest that ive watched. well if you've watched it then dont think its so scary then that's YOUR opinion. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. fatz gave me the 6% blonder thing and i used it so my hair is now.. reddish. hmmm.. kkz.. haha... it took me nearly 12 hrs man.. damn long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape lagi uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya cant wait to go to Hong Kong and Australia... just feel like getting out of kl and experiencing new... environments.... woohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird how i can finish the da vinci code in 3 days and the 5 people you meet in heaven in... donno yet coz i have not finished it.. i bought it before i went to singapore. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people!! those who want those raya pics or whatever right? take it from fatz!! or go to the link on her blog.. everything is there okay? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entry today is very random isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make my own wish list here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mp3 player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-more flip flops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-a new wallet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-angels and demons by dan brown (book)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-diary of alicia keys (cd)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.israk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110163545841982644?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110163545841982644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110163545841982644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110163545841982644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110163545841982644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-all-in-my-head.html' title='its all in my head.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233890.post-110154719937414536</id><published>2004-11-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:19:59.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most kecoh jalan raya. e v e r.</title><content type='html'>[[this is taken from fatz blog!!]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare you to read all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, JLN RAYA WAS SOO DAMN GEMPAK!!! hahahaah (gempak eh israk? lau tak.... paisey.)&lt;br /&gt;?k, des gonna be l-o-n-g, on behalf of israk and 3/4 of amirul, yg 24/7 (if anything happens) he'll (israk esp. hahaha.) be like, fatz! don't forget to blog abt des also. from where we....blablabla. hahaha. :P right..so started frm? yes yes. woke up at 10.15 yesterday. thot had time to blog abt yest yest jln raya bey by de time i fin, it was alrdy 10.32am and i was suppose to mit israk at eunos contrl station at 11. sori, isrox. reached dere, he was wearing ummm.. BROWN? i hrd maroon, yesterday. okayyyyy........so anyways, we walked to de bustop. waited for 51. ingtkan takde 51. anjat ako. finally 51 sampai. so kita naek. (k, aku ngh go as details as possible on behalf of israk.... hahaha.) bey we sat de last 3 seats. bey isrox citerkn psl de trip back home with ain de yest yest psl 50cents. k tkpr. and israk thot de canvas all tt pat eunos nya open field was for spore idol. ... dotz.bey da sampai, fatt suroh call her when we see masjed. tapi sumpah kita nmpk church, bey temple... and no signs of masjed. bey aru ada.... hmm. bey i called fatt. tanya dia mane dia, after me and israk turon de bus. bey i was like, "mane kau, tak nmpk pon." abe fatt was like, "kao takmo tgk jaoh2. tgk STRAIGHT. STRAIGHT." and so i did bey aru nmpk. haha. okay........bey we were separated by des main road... in fact a junction. bey si israk ngn fatt nak step bobal across. =s israk ah nie. sooo israk. haha. ?so we walked to de bustop, but israk didnt noe tt we had to take another bus to aminah's hse. so he was like, "eh cepat ahh jln (at de bustop alrdy) gi uma aminah. aku da lapar nie." bey fatt da, "huh? da sampai bustop per?? hahha jln ah kao. tgk saper sampai dulu." bey israk, tarh uat pe. hahaha. bey aku nmpk 153 and i was like, "oi bus da sampai!!" (sumpah aku dgr fatt ckp 153). bey fatt ckp, "**2 la." bey aku, "ooooh. hahah" bey 112 sampai, israk ngn fatt jln nak naek bus. den i was like, "oi!!! nie 112!!! bukan 152!!" da terlebeh kecoh. abe aku yg paiseh, gi dgr salah. okayyyyyy........... oh a ah, dlm satu bus nie, ada kwn saha. heh heh heh! tactic bagUs, fatt. (; lau dia tak leh recognise kau dari blkng pon, naseb.dlm bus snap2 pics. si israk nie nak exaggerate, ckp "eh! take billions and billions of pics ah!" (padahal amek 100s++ je la.) suka nah exaggerate sak!! hahaha. but kita mmg snap2 je. cant wait to see dem. nanti israk alek KL, he'll send me so when i got dem rdy, i shall put it up, ok. finally, da sampai. kita crossed de road to aminah's hse. sumer da sampai. aku, ain ngn niz, "de pantsuits unite!" bey kat sana, called zhafey and id. bey plan2 bey mit pat simei. we also looked at id's prezzie. besttt. haha :P after da dok sejap, kuar ah mit seri pat bwah blk plak. oh and before tt too, kita amek pics again. bey nak tgk je, si israk nie, "takle! nanti batt low." (balek2 tao.) hahaha ok fineeee...from aminah's hse kan nak gi uma amirul plak so had to take bus to bedok but guess what.... MUST walk from aminah's hse to de bustop yg punyalah JAOH. aku agak da 3km. k la tu da bedek, but it feelssss like it!!! with de heels and all... sumpah kaki ako saket nari. (but nt becuz of des ah. more abt... more to come ltr. read on...! haha) during de walk, we talked2, joked2, MINGLE2 and everything else. bey da jaoh gila (nearer to de bustop rdy. so tt means damnn far from de hse.) ain realised something was missing........ ID'S BDAY PRESENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!sak ahh! hahahahaha. bey sumer da, ahhhh!!! but of coz, we didnt patah balik. gila per! da penat nak mampos. naseb id la. haha :P bey took bus 854. dlm bus, took pics, again! bey ako ada double chin... sobbs. tkde pic, yet ah. nanti aku put up je sumer, including de mepek2 pics. hahaha. dlm bus kitarng biseeengggg nak mampos. seriouslyyy. =s. during de ride, amirul msged me and sth came up so we had to go to aisyah's hse. (At least da prepared for "any last min changes". tk la mcm...) so kat bedok, we saw square face. bey si israk ah nie!!! hahahahaah sak ah... israk said something abt square bey gt des guy muka dia cam square but a 3-d one meaning a worst square face. haahha! mcm cube, seriously. bey israk, tgk ako bey ako da ketawa. da sah si cube to prasan!! kesian sak. kao ah israk!!!bey israk gi lik milo ah (kita sumer da queue kat berth 38) bey share2 minom, bey last fatt ah yg minom jadi kene buang. bey takde tong sampah. so we asked her to just "letak je fatt pat bwah...kao letak je!!" hahahaha so she did, AEBH!!! kita sumer, TGK! bodz nak mampos. hahahahah mcm, when she bend down to put, kita sumer bend down to look. tt stupid. bey si pakcik nie nmpk and stared je. hahaha. bey kita da takot2 kn fatt. and we asked fatt to, "fatt..angkat balek!!! pakcik tu da tgk2 kan je!" bey fatt, ANGKAT BALEK!! hahahaha. da letak tu milo pat bwah, nk buang, bey angkat balek. hahaha psl takot. hahahaha. kita gak ah nie. =s best best. bey naek 38. cube pon naek. bey bobal2, took pics. snap2. ketawe2. mepek2. all de way. bey kat tanah merah, si israk ckp, "eh i live arnd dere. (pointing to de trees2 nya direction tu.) bey ain LAUGHED mcm nak mampos. hahhaahha psl we dont see any houses! hahahaha. (ye larh..we noe de other side. haha :P) bey wah kene ckp, "WHICH TREE?" hahahhaah tt one farnie sia. hahahaha. bey niz, "den de toilet? which bush?" hahahaha sak ah israk! OH bila cube turun, wah gi ckp kuat2, CUBE. hahaha sak ah! wah wah.....when we reached simei, zhafey and id da kat sana. so drg join kita. zhafey nak step malo. aku sepakkk dia aru tau. hahaha. bey gi uma aisyah, MAKAN!! sak. sedap gila!! i loike! bertambah2. nak2 sumer da tgh lapar. bila tgk tv, MAKSIM was on. bey all de grls was like, "eh muka dia! idung dia! mata dia!" hahahaha fey and israk irritated? haahah :P. bey took2 pics, again. basically anywhere la. candid, pose MAUT hahahaahh per2 la! hahahaha. pose maut. yes....bey left de hse, id ngn aminah had to go dhoby gaut ferz. so dey'll join us ltr nanti. kat bwh, tgu amirul. while waiting, amek gmbr, LAGI. hahah. bey amirul dtg, amek gmbr, oso. took 38 to bedok plak cuz gi uma aziemah. pat 38 kan drive past tanah merah again bey des time ada si org2 mcm rock2 gitu jln ah, bey aku, zhafey ngn wah gi tgkkan je. bey dia cam nmpk bey dia, showed us de sign, "peace." hahahaha. bey ako berpeace balek ah. patot dia uat mcm sly. "Gua rockk bebbb." macau...des is just de 1/4 of de whole thing sakz. and im penat rdy. hahaha. k continue2!!bey sampai bedok int, kita jln to uma aziemah. on de way dere, zhafey terpijak tarh apa. either ludah mcm kahak2 gitu (HAHAHA EEEEE.) or minyak, mind u...with his bare foot! hahahaha. geli sakz! but, padan muka! yey! bey niz temaned him to cuci de kaki while we walked on and amirul HAD to bring up de 'jorgeous' grl topic. ye larhhhhhhh. hahaha. btw wah, de score is:ako: 5 (mlm2 bila alek ngn israk, ain and amirul, aku kene add 1 more. tarh wads de word.)wah: 3zhafey!!!:2!!! amirul: still de leading one, with 1 point. niz: 3de least score de better. haha im losing la yes yes yes yes.bey on de way to aziemah's hse, kene jln kat court nie bey ada byk pigeons ah. bey aku, ain ngn israk yg last2 to jln. so ain pekik pat israk ckp, "eh amek gmbr aku ngn fatz! bey ckp kita pat london! cepat!!!" hahahaahahahahah sak ahhh nie klakar gila. des is de beginning of a b-e-autiful disaster. bey kita tol nya jln pelan2 nt to scare de birds away. bey ain ckp aku da terprapraan bey terscare burung2 tu. hahahaha. and den..... hahahaha u noe la. hahahaha bey to make things WORST, as in betol2 nya WORST, bila aku, israk ngn ain took de lift, si lift nie gi tutup si pintu and israk was stuck. hahahaaahah aku ngn ain da terduduk2 pat pavement. serious!!!! ketawe KUAT GILA BABI nya yg confrm si jiran2 aziemah irritated. hahahaha. bey da lama gitu, aru jln gi uma aziemah. hahaha. kat sana, we ate, again. yes yes. nari mkn je la keje kitarng. bey ada si 'marshmellow' nie. sedap gila! i loikee. ye ahh zhafey kau yg suroh mkn, tapi bukan kau yg buat per. hahaha. eksyen nak mampos. hrmpf. bey kita ciao from dere, gi uma husna. (israk, i DID NOT say husHna. hahaha lau i said tt, da score'd be 6 da. haha :P) bey took 222 to husna's hse. bila turun bus, husna didnt move bey si amirul nie, "husna lupa rumah dia." hahhaha sak ah. tu klakar. hahaha. fun fun. bey kat umah husna, we ate cheese stix!! hahaha. k feberet for de day. =D masuk uma husna je ada des "looks-like-katil-thingy" bey sumer cam, "eh aku nak dok!!" thinking tt its mcm katil when padahal its keras gila. hahaha :P naseb takde sesaper stunt pat 'katil' tu, even tho pat uma org. zhafey nie kn one potential kid. bey da dok, eat2 bey took candid. bey fatt (i think it was her), "israk, aku nak tgk pics dia." israk, "takmo. nantik batt low. aku phobiA ah" hahahaahha abe everyone dere were like, "phobiE!!" bey israk nak debate2. hahaahha. debate la kao, yes dictionary.com. shall go ltr k. but i (and de rest too) still think its phobiE! hahaha :P phobiA! macau! and israk, wad majority? hahha 1+1=2? hahahaha. inside story for de ppl hu sat at de "katil". and candids and MORE candids. after tt, zha "babi" fey left us to go gitar lesson. LAME KAN DIA!? mcm nak kenek sepak. haha. tapi he'll join us after he's gitar lesson. we took 222 gi uma yul plak. da lama gila tak nmpk de twins. bey de cats. dok sana, tgk tv. tgk eminem. wahlao. hensem nak mampos. tadi maksim. hahaha. naseb de same "spot de face" thingy tak happen lage. also pat uma yul we took pics and more pics. gerekz! i loike. after tt, yul didnt follow us. we split with stylq. drg kenek alek cepat. so left kita2 je. frm dere, kita uat, FAMILY. hahaha. abg cokelat... (ckp with a cokeLAT. de pekat indo2.) is israk. aku ngn niz lawlings. hahaha. :P ain ngn wah pon lawling. bey aku, niz, id, wah ngn ain de conjoint "twins". baek ahh. hahahaha. jln lembab nak mampos. hahahaha but gerek nak mampos. bey amirul adek wah....hahahaha! fatt ngn aminah de sisters. bey kita sumer anak kepada shairah!!! hahaha de MOTHER. bey naek tangga cam ketam thanks to wah's idea. hahaha. so kat bustop pon amek gmbr! gerekk. tgu 31, nak gi uma malak plak. maLAK pLAK. rhyme. dlm bus, aku, ain ngn wah 'attacked' satu budak cinoneh nie. ferz, we asked him, "how do u pronounce p-h-o-b-i-a?" and si step-pandai-cinoneh gi ckp, "phobiE ah. u read de ph as F. FO." macau!! irrritating!! padahal takde org tanya sal tu. aftr tt, aku, wah ngn ain nak tgk ah lau dia nie mmg suker step pandai. so we asked him, "eh where are we ah? (we on de bus to malak's place and zhafey called niz to ask where are we bey we dunno.)" bey si step-pandai-cinoneh, pgl di spc k, gi ckp with a blardy step-pandai-face, (sumernya step pandai ah. sepakk aru tau.), "somewhere in spore." wadehell.... hahaha. irritating sak. bey ain dok sbelah dia kan, so ain leh bau breath dia yg sungguh berbau. so kita tanya dia ah, "where u wanna go ah?" bey bila dia ans je, aku, wah ngn ain tutup hidung. hahaah depan2 mata dia. bey dia ckp, "if tts a joke, its nt amusing at all." wah wah wah. bey wah ckp, "but its nt a joke." tros dia diam. ahh bodo.bila da sampai tamp, turun bey tgu zhafey. sejap gitu, dia da sampai. bey jln2 gi uma malak. on de way dere, kita merepek meraban mcm gila2 nya. we walked so damn slow, psl si conjoint2 nie ah!! hahahaah. sampai uma malak, malak sang. thanks malak! sedap gila!! sumerang think u SHUD join spore idol, nxt yr. support kau all de way, malak! uat banner, baju, sumer bende ahh! hahahaa. bey israk ngn malak berduet. sedap la! SUMPAH. seriously. aku shocked ah. (gd peR? so it means, sdap!) bey kat uma malak, kita amek2 gmbr. haha woo! lawarr. i loike. bey tgh amek, israk, "POSE MAUT!" tan tarh je. hahaha. so kita pose maut... POSE MAUT. bey.... sherah nid plastic bag ke per, bey malak kasih plastic beg VIAGRA!!! macau!! hahahaha. da sebesar-besarnya.&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.after tt, kita ciao. bila da kat bwh, kitarng sumer jln pey cepat. as in CEPAT GILA. practically 'running' in a way. psl da lmbt and we still had 4 more hses to go when it was alrdy 8.12 gitu. bey sampai tamp int je, si niz kene jumpa makcik dia amek some stuff bey 81 pon sampai! (nak gi uma id.) so niz, lari! hahaha bey kita sumer jln slow when padahal da DEPAN MATA si apek bus yg tgh tgu kita. hahahaha. bey niz made it! mcm action-packed movie sak. serious. hahahaha mcm....berdrama2. it was quite a long ride, so bobal2 sumer. MINGLE, kan krg? yea, we mingled. hmm, den... turun, gi jln uma id yg sungguh jauh from de bustop. we walked damn damn DAMN fast. hahaha. in heels. omg. kaki ku mcm nak patah and da berblister2. (tapi ada lebeh teruk punya, ltr to come.) kat uma id, ada bday kek!! woo!! not only tt, siap ngn NASI LEMAK mak dia yg sungguh power to de max! i loike!!! hahaah. yes yes, fatt, kita sumer regular customer nak mampos. gi uma id je, mkn nasi lemak. hahaha eh tak slalu ah. tu da bedek tu. k anyways!! kita mkn mkn mkn. sak ah, gerek nya. sedap nak mampos. bey took2 pics. sleep pic. hahaha. style sakz. hahahaha. cant wait to hv dem. sang id bday songSSS. hahaha. "happy bday." "slmt hari jadi.." "panjang umur nya.. pnjg umurnya." hahaha. "allah selamat kan kamu..jeng jeng jeng." hahaha. yes, songs. hahaha. gerek sakz. bey mkn kek dia yg omg. super delicious! after tt, we ciao frm dere and went to hid's hse plak. bila ain ngn amirul ngh turun tangga, drg challenge ah.hahaha bey dua2 gi stop2 each other like vigorously! hahaha. bey dua2 jump at de same time!! its DAMN style sakkkk. hahahaha sumpah mcm movie. hahaha! gerekkkk. sumpeh!! hahahah sumpeh eh niz. sumpeh! abey we walked frm id's hse to hid's hse yg mak dia pon da masak. perot senak gila sakz. belom add seri nya uma lage. bey kat uma hid, kita mkn. sumpah takle masok lage. haha. but takpela, mak org tu da masak, mkn je. joke2 and eat. bey da sejap gitu, kita gi uma seri plak. from uma hid, kita lari gitu. hahaha. bey took de bus to uma seri. sampai uma seri, watched amazing race and eat at de same time. sumer bershare2 rdy. actually dari uma hid da share2 food. haha. aku share ngn wah pat uma hid bey pat uma seri share ngn amirul. partner sumer aku choose yg reliable nya. hahhahaha. kiddingg...... :P bey sumer mata da steam sakz. nak tdo anytime. penat nak mampos. da kol 11 something bey sumer tanak naek teksi cuz nanti wads de point sak of collecting bey naek teksi je da bes. so we left bey while walking, took2 pics. gerek2 pics. and BYK gila. oh! and one pic, sumer cam buat muka and touched our perot, tunjuking perot da senak gila. hahaha. bey bila sume nk split, aru de real running began. aku, ain, id, israk ngn amirul took 39. aku, israk, ami ngn ain supposed to drop outside de int dere tapi! psl si id la nie! gi distract kita abe we missed de stop!! so we had to w-a-l-k which also means wasting time from tt bustop to de mrt station yg damn jaoh!! id!! hahaha. so bila turun jer, kita lari mcm sprint 100 mtrs sak!!! seriously!! aku, in HEELS. omg....DAMN sakit! aku nk bukak bey takut ter pijak pe2 ke. seram gak. but anyways, de pt is, kaki aku skrng sakit gila babi punya! WE RAN like gila to catch de last train. da la si bustop nie fucking jauh. aku tembak kau id baru tau. bey stop2 bey amirul, "da sampai board tu, lari lage!" bey lari all de way. bey sampai mrt station, de last train nak kat jln!! so we ran like hell bey da masok je, duduk bey "tututututututu." (pintu tutup.)&lt;br /&gt;?it was soooo close!! hahah naseb baek dpt catch last train!! lau tak... dere goes my money!&lt;br /&gt;?bey dlm train, sumer rest leg. ter spread gitu kaki kat krosi. bey aku nie gi come up with a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. "eh pe kata kita sumer step tertdo ahh. sampai boon lay. bey suro bapak aku amek...." hahahah sak ah. soo tupid. hahaha =s bey sumer da..."nak? nak?" hahhah sak ah, aku nak!! but.... come to think of it, gila plak. but adventure seyy. hahah sot pey dak2.&lt;br /&gt;?takle ckp pantat..pasal pantat is.. haha. k. say buntUt k. jaga buntUt. hahaah amirul2. bey da sampai bedok, drg 3 left. tgl aku srg. bey sampai eunos, turun bey jln alek. bey sampai uma, mandi, baca lime, tgk taufik, think taufik (tu sal gknya terdream sal taufik skali.) bey tdo.bgn pon, taufik and more taufik. ok des entry is damn long. phoo. penat nya aku type. oh btw, smlm krg sumer da terkentut2 and da berak2? (sumer pas mkn je kat uma sesaper nak terberak la..apa la..abe some even kentut-ed WHILE TAKING PIC. BUSUK TAU TAK!) hahahaha.the end! yesterday was a fantabulous day ah. seriously. i wish we had done des for de prev jln raya too. k la, aku nak check apa movie ada bey nak tgk ngn wah, zhafey and israk...and dunno hu else yg nk ikut. k ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9233890-110154719937414536?l=black-chariot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/feeds/110154719937414536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9233890&amp;postID=110154719937414536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110154719937414536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9233890/posts/default/110154719937414536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-chariot.blogspot.com/2004/11/most-kecoh-jalan-raya-e-v-e-r.html' title='the most kecoh jalan raya. e v e r.'/><author><name>israk fyrrol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022497321364468902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
