<?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-6286187</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:52:07.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Use of Rolling Tomatoes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Its everywhere...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hotran......</name><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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-4615855323003152417</id><published>2007-06-02T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:58:16.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whizz, its da schehnitz...ORD oh!!!!Hahahaha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/4615855323003152417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/4615855323003152417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2007/06/whizz-its-da-schehnitz.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-6268606655129329318</id><published>2007-04-07T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:58:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This can't be happening uh wow...I wish this was a forum or something, then i could flame on and flaming people i hate. Wahuahuahua... I just find it amusing, there are really people care enough in Singapore to really do this. Why wasting time at someone's pride? As if you really could match up to the standard at what they had. Ok, now I seriously sound like one of them. ROTFL...As i had it, I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/6268606655129329318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/6268606655129329318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-cant-be-happening-uh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-117043365852742773</id><published>2007-02-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:08:22.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you were young...Since I currently got time for blog, I thought of keeping my blog look as simple as it could.Whew... Good to know people started to make sense about Global warming, it has been bad for the world really to take it.UN enviroment folks had a conference about it and do you know by 2011 thetemperature will rise to 4 Degrees hotter in about a decade or so. If its true, i urge you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/117043365852742773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/117043365852742773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-you-were-young.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-116883404805459853</id><published>2007-01-15T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:07:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't do this, can't do dat...Hi my name is Firdaus. I'm serving my NS now in SAF. They said we shouldn't post blogs about stuff we're doing, so i leave you all with what i've been for 2 years.5 more months ORD oh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/116883404805459853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/116883404805459853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-do-this-cant-do-dat_15.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-115675345363894791</id><published>2006-08-28T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:24:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day out day in...Wow it has been freaking long time since i written something... I am a mess right now, with everything basically. I still do have my relationship going on fine. Just sometimes ups and downs here and there. My life had been so hectic by day and it is still is. Maybe just for a thought i should post my sexy picture like you know those other blogggers like Dawn Yeo and friends, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/115675345363894791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/115675345363894791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-out-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-113402311937337142</id><published>2005-12-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:25:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something went wrong...What did i do this time? Few week of not doing stuff and now blargh... More enemas than frwens... Ok doesn't make sense i know. Shut up! This is my blog you're just passing by... Better watch out! Your blog might be spied on like mine. I feel so sick...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/113402311937337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/113402311937337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-went-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112730631818378343</id><published>2005-09-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:38:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody's going to the party...Ok so here i am bored came back POP last week and posted to be a driver under the 1 SAF Transport Battallion. Sounds wonderful but its not so i'll be booking again damm... And the event at Plaza Singapura did not turn out well so damm again...Finger pointed...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112730631818378343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112730631818378343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/09/everybodys-going-to-party.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112637888598813256</id><published>2005-09-11T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T03:06:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carnage and Katrina...I do no harm by saying this, but, WTF what did really happen in NEW ORLEANS? Its good S'pore sent 3 Chinooks better yet, send 1/8 of the 9DIV SIB right? Even then the end for me from BMT is nearing I still need to survive three more phucking days in tekong. Finishing the 24km route march was just a smell from being a Private. Then yet, might as well taste it with the parade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112637888598813256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112637888598813256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/09/carnage-and-katrina.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112572267253405591</id><published>2005-09-03T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:53:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come On, Go On...Well was it right for me to say good bye to early? Guess not... This few weeks was a dissappointed one for me, I was appointed to be the Armskote IC cause the armskote when for their sit TEST. that 3 days was hell for me. Then comes the gig where i know i screw up big time but then it was ok... most of the guys i want to see came up... Monday came Arm's drill competition was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112572267253405591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112572267253405591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/09/come-on-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112456552769988727</id><published>2005-08-21T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:18:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feed me to the lion's trail...hash... hashi... hashish... kebab... Well want an enjoying week this week i had, never, ever, forget what you suppose to do or you'll ended up being screwed... live grenade throwing on monday was fun, but quite bored while waiting for my detail, tuesday, can't remember but i thing i asked for an off day for my grad, wednesday, book ut at nine, reach home, mum's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112456552769988727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112456552769988727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/08/feed-me-to-lions-trail.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112396095264542538</id><published>2005-08-14T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T03:22:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tear ME Down...Fish... Two weeks not blogging is phish. Life has really been hectic for me. Losing so much stuff makes me down... First the memory to remember stuff, then came the 11B to add to that I forgotten how to play my trombone... It all comes in the mind...Cranky I say... Guard Duty was fun... Being the IC for the platoon was fun too... But sadly, what i'm doing now is just too much for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112396095264542538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112396095264542538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/08/tear-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112269928590584494</id><published>2005-07-30T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:54:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under the stars... Ok here I am again two weeks in tekong not confinement but last week had my one and only field camp in the forest. This week was "Foxtrot" Hell in Tekong, training as usual. Now I'm so tired good bye... And 6 more weeks to POP!The wild boars walks with two legs and has a rank of a third sargent...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112269928590584494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112269928590584494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/07/under-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112156151326544102</id><published>2005-07-17T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T08:51:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Can Shoot, I'll shoot you?Whoa 6 weeks in BMTC already? Damn, good, sigh, whatever. The best part is I did report sick for my backache still it doesn't help, and the nerve above my brows are done but the process of doing it is painful. Still completed my shooting i did ok but i won't think holding a gun would stop war. Anyway Baybeats was awesome met most of my friends and they were amazed by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112156151326544102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112156151326544102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-can-shoot-ill-shoot-you-whoa-6-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-112054543785651796</id><published>2005-07-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:37:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recruit Qwazai reporting for duty...Hello Singaporeans, i'm currently doing NS and being too fit... Exercise lose weights and holding my personal rifle, the m16, getting F from the commanders and well mostly losing my voice while marching, until then bye...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112054543785651796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/112054543785651796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/07/recruit-qwazai-reporting-for-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111696483453328144</id><published>2005-05-25T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T04:00:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Joust...It's late, and the countdown is fast, finally got back for my comp to get on with it. for the past few weeks some stuffs happen and i'm in lucky of being confused, better known as blur. But anyway, people depressed alot this i know, but relief of oneself from another gets you going. A friend of mine did the most unthinkable think and i think that he think's that think is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111696483453328144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111696483453328144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/05/joust.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111508662544425777</id><published>2005-05-03T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:17:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mandy's Suicide takes me for a ride...Blog, its the last thing i'll resort to let out every frustration i had. I will be at Pulau Tekong from 040605, so no point of enjoying after the Statistic paper on 200505. Still if you would like to call or message me need not to, why? Because i dropped it in on the bus on 270405. And so to the lucky person who got it, fuck you.Dates, dates and more dates...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111508662544425777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111508662544425777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/05/mandys-suicide-takes-me-for-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111415416399720754</id><published>2005-04-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:16:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are actually happening some good things now.Why the hell should you get married now-a-days. You tell me NOW.I feel kinda weird sometimes. Use the brain too much...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111415416399720754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111415416399720754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-actually-happening-some-good.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111402294446926764</id><published>2005-04-21T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T02:49:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Au Revoir...I have yet to post something on my blog, but i just can't find better words to despair. My life has been a living hell and i'll note to suicide. Humans come and go, so do those who puts up to others with a fake smile. I don't fake my expression i just show how i feel towards them. Different people tasted my attitudes towards them, some are happy and some don't feel it. But if you want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111402294446926764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111402294446926764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/04/au-revoir.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111257988322914697</id><published>2005-04-04T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:59:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. Derrick Plourde 1971-2005Kris Roe said:I would like to extend my love and respect to all of Derrick's many friends and family, Joanne, Joey, Jessica, Snodgrass, Derrick's Brother and Father, pretty much everyone in every band in Santa Barbara, just anyone who loved and cared about this guy as much as I did. This is one of those things in the back of your mind you kinda somewhat think could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111257988322914697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111257988322914697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/04/r.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111257684549139122</id><published>2005-04-04T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:07:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't know what it means...Monday today, the 2nd week for the last term, raining now, in school still trying to finish my flash site about NoFX. Last week and the week before was consider my all out total brute to finish it still need to add up more to finish it. Omendolls, bluergh, jamming suddenly become our top priority, Redone few songs, covering songs, had nip war and wow, still i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111257684549139122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111257684549139122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-know-what-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111146740117059134</id><published>2005-03-22T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:56:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You strangle people with those pixie stare...I can't believe i made it... Last friday was hell, had to queue just to buy an mp3 player, damm...Then came back school transfer file in it alot i tell you, later met Omendolls for jamming and photo shoot... Then went 163 slack to exhale all of my tiredness there...Yesterday the class pit was on and I was entertained too much but the sad part was... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111146740117059134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111146740117059134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-strangle-people-with-those-pixie.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111095116316089063</id><published>2005-03-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:32:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where have all the stupid people have gone?Funny you know when one says to another, "hey friend your boobs is alive!"Blergh project time...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111095116316089063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111095116316089063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-have-all-stupid-people-have-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111076414329870812</id><published>2005-03-14T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:35:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reggae songs in clubs?Ok whatever, so last saturday when to Saint Anthony Cannossian(i think i got it wrong...) to accompany twiggy to the carnival cause his "sister", Andrea invited him. head there with Drea's boyfriend, Ryan and his Kevin. Seriously hoping for like the place was some sort of fun place to enjoy but damm sucked. First of all while we were entering thru the gate, a bunch of M&amp;Ms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111076414329870812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111076414329870812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/03/reggae-songs-in-clubs-ok-whatever-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-111052351300451261</id><published>2005-03-11T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:45:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just So You Know...Sonare! I have not been blogging sorry...Work and projects affected and my PC is down too..Ok Au revoir...S.A.C i like...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111052351300451261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/111052351300451261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-so-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110912286230231437</id><published>2005-02-23T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:41:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its funny how?Its great for me i can run bedok reservoir with out stopping... Muahahaha... Work sucks recently, just being doing Quantas flight everytime I'm working and to add to laughter I was working with a bunch of lazy colleagues... Damm... Hey by the way, for the record i'm single, and i'm not looking till i'm most probably 30... Hurry, hurry cooked in curry... Also i will enrolling for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110912286230231437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110912286230231437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-funny-how-its-great-for-me-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110851847297385614</id><published>2005-02-16T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:47:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fart me to sleep, a deep sleep...Ok bala-balas, I am so into saying 1*beep*2 nowdays, Johnny Knoxville inspired me. Last sunday i was quite sad actually, had to sent off my friend Ian to Brunei, his family was there and they were quite sad actually but they showed him happiness and some love... The rest of 163 was there except twig and din... but we're cool about that... The rest of us waited for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110851847297385614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110851847297385614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/02/fart-me-to-sleep-deep-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110774231085353416</id><published>2005-02-07T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:11:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ey copy eh, eh...Blergh its a sad, sad day and also a happy mornig like real only. Last saturday happen alot for me but every enjoyment had its bad fault. Went to Republic Polytecnic for the Music Nation '05 gig. Great bands peform and so many totally changed. Example, 180 have improved alot and that's good, they improved on the vocals and the riffs are great. Munchies at nine, are one stoke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110774231085353416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110774231085353416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/02/ey-copy-eh-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110739359494744803</id><published>2005-02-03T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:19:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rockstar by 30...Hooray finally i have peel off my corns. It took a while but i manage to remove the dead skins off my feet. Now it is so smooth... Wack sia, working for a living, can get my licences as soon as possible. Not much time to slack basically, after school work or relax at home... 163 are a bore without me... My band mostly have been slack due to lack of money and their bands... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110739359494744803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110739359494744803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/02/rockstar-by-30.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110722253780746765</id><published>2005-02-01T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:48:57.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Going On, michael..Solomon was gay did you know that?I earn to learn the yearn for fearn...Poki - yoki - toki - woki - noki?Jaime ta femme...Jai pai vingt 20...Girl you are cool with glasses and the pony tail parade...I'm so spasy and sassy...Stop it, damm it...0...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110722253780746765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110722253780746765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-going-on-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110678927018375945</id><published>2005-01-27T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T09:27:50.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goat With Four Eyes...Huck off, ok went shopping with Twiggy and Romano spent my shits then went back home. Bought a jean, Something Corporate shirt with chuck taylor logo and a spectacles with square frame. Why did i bought the specs? Cause i want to have that emo shit look, but guess what? Is such a smuck. I look better with specs when i have long hair but short hair sucks, its more of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110678927018375945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110678927018375945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/goat-with-four-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110650721259110965</id><published>2005-01-24T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T03:47:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You really like your goat black ...Damm my template gone again, temporary using Paris for the moment while i find Thom and the guys.So happening and happenings, not much really, still single and going to 20 hah. music keeps me goyang. Much still to learn, is it ok if i learn how to play the saxaphone or should i start on my bike? Missed on so much gigs lately, kenapa korg tak ajak aku! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110650721259110965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110650721259110965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-really-like-your-goat-black.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110618822147805917</id><published>2005-01-20T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T10:30:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Love And Light With Gratitude...Give me something to believe cause work ain't cool for me anymore. Feel seriously like punching them in the nose for bubbling blues. She looks like averil and i miss averil too, not that lavinge someone from school. Miss the kids from Broadrick's Band they are the coolest bunch to hang with. But sad to say i'm in a different band now, more evil and foreplay. by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110618822147805917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110618822147805917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-love-and-light-with-gratitude.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110603069865482850</id><published>2005-01-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T03:23:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 19 Years Old19  Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110603069865482850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110603069865482850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-19-years-old-19-under-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110601184080142046</id><published>2005-01-18T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:30:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bolf...Haish, my gaoty came back to my mine.Spelled "ZIP IT".What cold than cold?I hate typing.I love comprimising.Vertex sia.Please don't go away, i wanted you to stay right here beside me.Ok sorry, no idea ah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110601184080142046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110601184080142046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/bolf.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110560509890803881</id><published>2005-01-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:31:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CREPO...September doesn't seem like apathy in june,November get too cloudy till july. Summer of 95' gets too cold,Tommorrow we will be bold for hole...The kids don't understand,Tonight we will begin. Well i have no right say,Now i got no one to blame...Kill me now, just say it don't mean it.Kiss my bum, till i drop you a mail.They want to die, but to die for me.Throw away the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110560509890803881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110560509890803881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/crepo.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110468685114116064</id><published>2005-01-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:27:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep To Make Armour...Ok once again another hell day at work, totally lost, almost died of boredom. Lucky didn't OT till 1.30am, anyway just had to scan British Airways bags and load them in the container. Ever felt how you would be stuffed in side a turkey for thanksgiving? That is not even close of how i had to be stacking the bags in the container...Saturday was shiok sia, wwent to Changi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110468685114116064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110468685114116064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleep-to-make-armour.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110444010471158999</id><published>2004-12-31T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T04:55:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greyshaw fashaw...Tung tada, now i'm working... Ok there is still consider illiterte people and the seems not to understand you when they do not no nuts what you are talking to them. Ok the mats seems to be pretty friendly, keep on asking me for ciggerettes even though they earned for like more than a hundred every week. Damm stupid mats if you we're to sign properly i could get my pay quickly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110444010471158999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110444010471158999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/greyshaw-fashaw.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110417576026664299</id><published>2004-12-28T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T03:29:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh please I really need your help!I will be loved, maybe, maybe not... Those guys are freaking me out. I just had to put up with the nonsense and a fake smile, damm shenanigans, where is the rest of the Ta3m? nevermind about thet, had to work off my socks real hard today as all of what i believe have failed me. Guess all that hardwork into not supporting them did not paid off well, or is it too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110417576026664299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110417576026664299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-please-i-really-need-your-help-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110391468628286182</id><published>2004-12-25T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:58:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark Light...Fuck to the morons i say, went for my first day of work at T1 apron unloading bags and stuff from the containers, damm... Lucky, 163 was there, they pick me up, get free supper and watch some nightlife of the red light district over there and geylang damm its the night of christmas still on for buisness? unsixtrois </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110391468628286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110391468628286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/dark-light.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110374272512544817</id><published>2004-12-23T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T03:12:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The National AnthemEveryoneEveryone around hereEveryone is so nearWhat's going on?What's going on?EveryoneEveryone is so nearEveryone has got the fearIt's holding onIt's holding onRadiohead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110374272512544817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110374272512544817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/national-anthem-everyone-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110348154876563287</id><published>2004-12-20T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:39:08.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fill Me Up So I Can Fall In Love With YOU...Ok so here i am again posting a blog, just finish reformatting my bloody comp again, lost files again, listening to A Billion Ernies damm good emo/ska/core band. Came back 4 hours ago from Nisa's Chalet where M&amp;Ms roam freely damn, wish could stay longer but what the heck there's M&amp;Ms everywhere. Came home Sunday morning from Malacca with my family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110348154876563287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110348154876563287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/fill-me-up-so-i-can-fall-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110296662308920536</id><published>2004-12-14T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T03:37:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why did the goat cross the street?Ok lal and bored so and update on my blog, my corns are healing better, i'm jobless in this vacation, my friend broke my drumstick, went to the RP gig, saw baya shockingly, mad bands perform, Rika, Shoe Size Nine, Ceremic Circle, No Direction, Dyna Turmoil, Wishing For Armadale, find out other bands world wide from http://www.purevolume.com, like, Underoath, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110296662308920536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110296662308920536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-did-goat-cross-street-ok-lal-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110236350082231565</id><published>2004-12-07T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T04:05:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ice age is coming...We're not scared, we're just mongering fool...Here a piece of nothing for you punk...Crazy, hang around madtown, busting some chocolate wannabes, pushing and pulling fumes of purple haze. Blindly to be madly enough for thee.J'en Ai Marre...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110236350082231565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110236350082231565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/12/ice-age-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110175030266470287</id><published>2004-11-30T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:45:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question Who Are Zack Alonso Intrino?Sticks of butter, melt through fire,when did i get, some valentine,hope you get lost, and don't come back,never mind me, cause i'll be dead...How come they just keep popping up and down? Don't they got better things to do? I mean, does it make sense walking around wearing what the other guy is wearing too? Like, inching your jeans to a mear size that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110175030266470287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110175030266470287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/question-who-are-zack-alonso-intrino.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110131370274488765</id><published>2004-11-25T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:29:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2+2=5?Dear weblog,            i got corns on my feet and wondering why?Yours truly,Firdaus...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110131370274488765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110131370274488765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/225-dear-weblog-i-got-corns-on-my-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110105996952887567</id><published>2004-11-22T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:59:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He didn't know he was hungry...He felt the wake of torrid days ushered through by warm mistakes. Suddenly his broken feet took their rest on bended knee.Hello, one week of suffering and another week of happiness, finished school and done of allthee projects and tests and Hari Raya was yay. Quite a boring one when i meet my cousins, we sat down and stuck onto the television. But still i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110105996952887567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110105996952887567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/he-didnt-know-he-was-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110053884722679526</id><published>2004-11-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:26:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a gigantic, jumping bass player who's out for kicks. I'm Krist Novoselic!Click here to find out which Nirvana grunge rocker you are!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110053884722679526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110053884722679526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-gigantic-jumping-bass-player-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110044198067439469</id><published>2004-11-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:19:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4th Hari Raya Of The 21st Century...Woah! 2004 fasting season ended and today was raya! Ok What i did was nothing special who i meet was nice... morning went to mosque With my dad and brothers so it drip rain a bit but, when reach to the mosque... It pour like there's no tomorrow, and met Shain MSC, quite surprise but probably people change and so blah(X3)... Afternoon went to my aunt house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110044198067439469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110044198067439469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/4th-hari-raya-of-21st-century.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-110019510228689642</id><published>2004-11-12T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T01:51:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, I've been waiting here for you, everlong...Foo Fighters rocks man! Ok last wednesday rocks too... Went jamming with Omen Dolls at Black Isle in Aljunied just behind the polyclinic. Run by two great Death Metal Enthusiasts Shaun and Joshua, they setup up Black Isle due to sick and tired of other studios in Singapore. The place have two rooms the jamming room and recording studio. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110019510228689642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/110019510228689642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello-ive-been-waiting-here-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109992006677904117</id><published>2004-11-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:52:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Like HeavenOk here's my first gif image, its suck i know. It consist of three pictures of which i hate most and the title was from moops...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109992006677904117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109992006677904117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-like-heaven-ok-heres-my-first-gif.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109976524276262902</id><published>2004-11-07T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:20:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drop Dead Daus...Seriously, i'm no better at guitars, i think its sucks to play with a cracked knuckle. My fingers will hurt when all four is on the fret especially my fourth finger, and all of this thanks to rugby. My mind was blanked all day, not sure what to do so i went on a cleaning spree on my table. But end up watching Pimp My Ride and MTV Icon: The Cure. That yoga teacher from colarado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109976524276262902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109976524276262902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/drop-dead-daus.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109953292345337724</id><published>2004-11-04T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:58:52.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jump out off the train....Must update blogging, can't stop slacking, go to school late always...Life seems so much better if you can explore as much as you can, so it will helps your blog.It has been everyday since the usual saturday night hangout at 163.Three days straight woke up 8 in the morning, and felt refreshed to school, damm school start s at 8 damm it...Swing, swing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109953292345337724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109953292345337724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/11/jump-out-off-train.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109907945437890310</id><published>2004-10-30T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T03:54:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let loose and not be a moose...Whose tie is it ey,choose him with ney,zoose without money...Honk, too much crap on my mind, can't clear things out of it, damm how i wish i could rest for an eternity and waking up with no misery. Suddenly had a pleasure for sushi especially the omelette and the crabsticks.Now days just spent time fasting, praying, jamming, 163ing, socialling(is there such word</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109907945437890310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109907945437890310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/let-loose-and-not-be-moose.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109889480111641865</id><published>2004-10-28T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:33:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Piece of ants...Gone away to a land,Far from this cyan,Let me hide my sianz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109889480111641865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109889480111641865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/piece-of-ants.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109881303214976463</id><published>2004-10-27T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:04:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red Rocket...Come into my space,Watch the stars shine bright,The rocket have flown...Ok my first haiku, hope its bad enough for you to laugh at...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109881303214976463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109881303214976463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/red-rocket.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109863852358034497</id><published>2004-10-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T01:22:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come On Grandpa!Yucks of all the things happen to me, i opened funny.exe... Shish, DO NOT received or open the file or else this will happen to you, trojan infecting your comp...Nevermind about that, a week or two of fasting has passed, and i missed my grandmas, her, my dream ska band and i've reached 19. Wow that was fast, suddenly i reached 18 which was the legal age , but now i'm quite that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109863852358034497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109863852358034497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/come-on-grandpa-yucks-of-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109767846770461507</id><published>2004-10-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:41:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forsaken...Its been like three years since i've visited my family doctor and the place sure did change. As usual entered msn My class ask me if i'm ok or not but then seriously don't feel like schooling... Spend whole day at home resting with PS2 then lal back at night don't know why but i feel totally suck right now...Hacked at the witch...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109767846770461507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109767846770461507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/forsaken.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109754930933135678</id><published>2004-10-12T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:48:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internet and Education...Alah, in class ah, having Javafundamental which is mentaling me. Feel sick and tired, i think i'm down with flu, sickening ah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109754930933135678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109754930933135678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/internet-and-education.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109742742518814176</id><published>2004-10-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T00:59:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sip through a glass of iced mint tea...Look I wish i can understand you but I don't, I have no feelings for anyone...Sunday so fast tomorrow monday... Hey tommorrow school starts at 1pm, yeh! Can't imagine weekends ended so fast. My Weekends started on friday, suppose to meet up with the bunch of my class to watch White Chick at Plaza Singapura but then my mum wanted the family to sent my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109742742518814176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109742742518814176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/sip-through-glass-of-iced-mint-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109717838206757737</id><published>2004-10-08T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T03:46:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All For The Past...Ok been busy with life, had sometime to thing about life, trying to do best out of my sex life, but then hey who care's? My dad just came back from Taiwan and I'm glad he's back, so baby hanis can corupt him instead of me(BTW hanis is my adorable evil baby sister ey). The memories of her and my grandmas suddenly flash upon my mind. And flies are around me? Nevermind about that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109717838206757737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109717838206757737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109651193971578239</id><published>2004-09-30T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:38:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No way to go Franco un - american....Yah what a hell of a time, for once this year i did something holy, did the nisfu sa'aban with my guru and i really feel blessed.not my president...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109651193971578239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109651193971578239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-way-to-go-franco-un-american.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109642958776815444</id><published>2004-09-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:46:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wailing...Damm how i wish everything in life would be simple to understand, i mean why is it so hard to listen to someone and know what the person is saying.As you know...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109642958776815444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109642958776815444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/wailing.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109578558939531428</id><published>2004-09-22T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:59:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never thought of the universe...Wow... It started school already? Hah, school's great, new guy friends, new girl friends, most importantly, new food stall at canteen... that's nice you know... looking forward to tomorrow...sucer mes balls...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109578558939531428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109578558939531428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-never-thought-of-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109544685969099735</id><published>2004-09-18T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:47:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Signs That A Kid Is A Nerd10. Likes people that oppress him: teachers, parents, principals, police, and authority figures.9. Is overly enthusiastic about 'Dungeons and Dragons' and other role playing games.8. Very familiar with megahertz, wears glasses and, can quote scripture. 7. Frequently speaks of martial arts, but still gets beaten up.6. Says 'Whom' instead of 'Who.'5. Is pleased </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109544685969099735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109544685969099735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/10-signs-that-kid-is-nerd-10.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109544606242471552</id><published>2004-09-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:52:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aku Happy!!!Yeh! Just got my trombone back from the shop, its a real happy moment for me. You guys can't imagine how it was for me when I see it, and not forgetting paying sixty bucks for it. But then the man help polished it making it look clean and sparkled.Ah my trombone, MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!Ok anyway, after that went down 163 slack, took pictures with me and my trombone and shit all over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109544606242471552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109544606242471552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/aku-happy-yeh-just-got-my-trombone.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109536330010280933</id><published>2004-09-17T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T03:35:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would not thought...?This is sick, my thoughts are no longer straight... Who am i suppose to turn to? Feelings have blank out. No more emotions for me to continue to proceed. Where will i find faith anymore to follow. Dare to live out your dreams?Prove it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109536330010280933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109536330010280933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-would-not-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109474943651145241</id><published>2004-09-10T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:03:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha Ha HA...A kid came home from school and asked his dad, "Dad, I heard some kids talking about a thing called a vagina. What is a vagina, and what does it look like?""Well, son, before sex it looks like a beautiful unopened rose.""Wow, what does it look like after sex?" "Well, son, have you ever seen a bulldog eating mayonaise?"Isn't it funny...?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109474943651145241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109474943651145241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109457037029612206</id><published>2004-09-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:19:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was the worst thing that happen to you.Wow, its like 3 more days then i would be back to school. Ain't it great? Getting sick of everyday going back late just to please their ass off. Anyway, started getting the flu not sure if i got it from a bird. But then, left another 3 days then i'm off to school! 10 weeks really makes a difference as a lot happen in ten weeks, i'm serious.Again band </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109457037029612206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109457037029612206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-was-worst-thing-that-happen-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109428977705776151</id><published>2004-09-04T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:22:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sober... again...Dunno why...maybe try hard to get away is not a good idea...Its over but why is it chasing me...?Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh...!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109428977705776151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109428977705776151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/09/sober.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109337376611403433</id><published>2004-08-25T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:00:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gourmandises...Its been long but i took time off after a week of soberness from splitting up with her... But then life must go on and so I did... Kill time to forget it by doing O.T. at work, hell 9 to 10 everyday, its like being in a departmental store, more like a warehouse store... Ok then, there are now 5 of us in the Supply Store, The slacked manager who has that typical PCK kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109337376611403433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109337376611403433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/08/gourmandises.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109247160827789570</id><published>2004-08-14T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:22:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye! Its nice knowing you!Bien, son officier je suis seul.. Esp'erer qu'elle sera contente de que quelques-uns l'un. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109247160827789570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109247160827789570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/08/goodbye-its-nice-knowing-you-bien-son.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109198041472577899</id><published>2004-08-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:53:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Yeh!!ok so this was what happen today, Fie ask me to accompany him to town but end up buying a Drum stick and a Slipknot CD. Went Hereen, met Khus, Din Bramboi, Teng Tai and Aidil(i think) and went to Far East Plaza Starbucks and met Khai who was working there. Supposely going to watch the fire works but end up going back to 163 and slack with my mafiaed gang.so catch up on another sick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109198041472577899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109198041472577899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/08/ah-yeh-ok-so-this-was-what-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109190016370257632</id><published>2004-08-08T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T01:36:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Destination: Corner of my mind.I wonder why people keep asking of my inner self. but i guess my inner self mould my outer being. A feel of a cli'che, that de'javu happening again and again. Should i ask myself to believe to what i see in the eyes of a person or the looks of that person? In the end, allswell ends well.Keep on thinking it till i remember.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109190016370257632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109190016370257632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/08/final-destination-corner-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109145497205740582</id><published>2004-08-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:56:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sup, How's it going?There it goes again... my head started swelling and the tensions rises... Watch out i'm going to explode.... There its done....Will it come again? I don't know... Probably.Ok just found out GTA San Andreas will be out this October. Can't wait to grab it grr...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109145497205740582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109145497205740582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/08/sup-hows-it-going-there-it-goes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109074039191579506</id><published>2004-07-25T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T00:24:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a "Wakeup on ring connector"...This was how I predicted last friday, spending my weekends at home.True enough yesterday and today spend most of my time at home downloading, watching and listening too stuffs on the net. Just found out of this band from UK, Social Outcasts a great freaking ska punk band after Slapstick. All of the guys and a girl are around 1988 and 1989 and i'm like very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109074039191579506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109074039191579506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-wakeup-on-ring-connector.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-10903404489320616</id><published>2004-07-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:20:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please symphatize me...Ok this is what happen yesterday, was stare at by a late 30's transvetite and that was very horrifying...Today came back just to find my comp need too be reformat back as a few of my files were missing...ok thats all...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/10903404489320616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/10903404489320616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/07/please-symphatize-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-109025027638622046</id><published>2004-07-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T23:17:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take me through a time where no man has gone before...Hi its been a while since i've updated my blog. This is due to depression of my grandmama who pass away in june and also due to my attachment at this company called LANTROVISION. Its a 9 to 6 job monday to saturday and basically i have become a cable guy, cool huh, not. easy job, nice aircon office as to which place i'm send to and of course</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109025027638622046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/109025027638622046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/07/take-me-through-time-where-no-man-has.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108780566103782051</id><published>2004-06-21T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T16:21:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fire,fire! Now you blacken by birth...Down x16...First chapter has yet to start to begin the progression till i think we are at the verge of disband each other. I would rather think much for the past then the future. Hai...Ok just check my results and do i like my grades. pass pass pass! Woohoo!!! Now i can really enjoy myself. Its been very long since last met her.Talk to her every night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108780566103782051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108780566103782051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/06/firefire-now-you-blacken-by-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108720826281181321</id><published>2004-06-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:17:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siul la soloty tulut...Well its been a very relaxing two weeks of the holidays and boy does my holiday been very gerek, thanks to all blog heads who visted to my blog and tagging it on the tagboard, i really appriciate it. Been doing stuff like chaleting at hezwan's chalet, slacking at 163 and jamming with only omen dolls and a few gigs. Supposely to have a job during the holidays but they turn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108720826281181321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108720826281181321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/06/siul-la-soloty-tulut.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108494489854176334</id><published>2004-05-19T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T13:34:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damm how i would get rich and be a star. *dreaming*Would i lie if i were rich? Answer no. By next week I would be someone already. but then haiz... Exams again, i would wish i wouldn't hate to study but then who am i to bluff. As for this saturday can wait for it Circus Act 1 @ Planet Paradigm Ska Ska Ska. Hak, hak, hak. I'm starting to miss my band, FIrst Chapter, Omen Dolls and especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108494489854176334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108494489854176334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/damm-how-i-would-get-rich-and-be-star.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108477329565369536</id><published>2004-05-17T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T13:54:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please deposit another 25 cents to view the next few lines.Bistruck, damm few more day for my exams to begin and i did a bit of study not much but some. Finding some new tunes to be stuck to my head but as usual the same old tunes, trying to find a peace of my mind from ... But as usual also the same old thing.Can you guys help me? Tag my board and recommend me some awesome shit songs man. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108477329565369536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108477329565369536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/please-deposit-another-25-cents-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108432141360642566</id><published>2004-05-12T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T08:23:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Infection - Rx Banditsthis is the first time that i've ever told the truth beforeto scrutinize what we call fatebelief in more of what's been forced into subconscious'shold my breath hope to refrainis love an infection or a sick addictionwhen there's nowhere left to run tois love an infection or a sick addictionwhen there's nowhere left, this crutch is brokenher empty needle is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108432141360642566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108432141360642566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/infection-rx-bandits-this-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108423797693820951</id><published>2004-05-11T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:12:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Lonely - The HipposWell someone told me yesterdayThat when you throw your love away You act as if you don't care You look as if you're going somewhere But I just can't convince myself I couldn't live with no one else And I can only play that part And sit and nurse my broken heart So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely So lonely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108423797693820951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108423797693820951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-lonely-hippos-well-someone-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108415449245084015</id><published>2004-05-10T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:01:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY Decision - Planet Smashers Accusations fly with elements of violenceYou're wondering whom to blame for your digraced nameYou got no reason except for one, just look at what you've doneDon't believe what they sayDeny all criticism, call it radical activismSuggestions to trivial, solutions to simpleRelate to reality, I claim that we're all freeDon't listen to what they say It's my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108415449245084015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108415449245084015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-decision-planet-smashers.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108371996376818750</id><published>2004-05-05T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T09:29:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to say my name in one way?Pronounce it FIR - DA - OS. I damm well pissed off by society that most of them can't say it in these form. Anyway been slacking at 163 with Vagabond last whole week. Mostly the topics were about French, like Alizee, loaves, kiss, yamakasi, eiffel tower, GIGN, wines, vintage vehicle gigs and Euro. It was and intresting topics and hopes and dreams was form of going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108371996376818750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108371996376818750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-to-say-my-name-in-one-way.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108312782241189372</id><published>2004-04-28T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:02:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah je suis si ennuye! !!! Bien bonjour la-bas! je sens qu'un morceau de la connexion francaise et espere que vous les gars comprennent que je dis. A ete sentant de toute facon un morceau en bas cette semaine, ma table de temps d'examen a ete donnee ce matin et ne peut pas faire beaucoup de mais commencer l'etude pour il. Bien jusqu'a ce que j'ecrirai encore au revoir! To read what i say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108312782241189372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108312782241189372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/ah-je-suis-si-ennuye-bien-bonjour-la.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108294410741003909</id><published>2004-04-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T09:59:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finger ajourned!!!Damm what the... last Friday was my 1st anniversary with her. Went to the movies to enjoy 50 first date, guess that of all the movies done by Adam Sandler this was his ok movie. Anyway, as day by day, my love for her keeps building up, maybe later on engaged?Saturday was a hell jammed day. Omen Dolls jammed and i feel like my beats need to improve, then VAGABOND a band to dis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108294410741003909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108294410741003909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/finger-ajourned-damm-what.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108233991074799255</id><published>2004-04-19T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T10:02:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karapu Nair!!!Hey how's it doing? Last friday marks a week before my first anniversary with my ayang. Wow can't believe that this friday will mark our 1st year. Went to GV Tampines to watch the new show Starsky and Hutch and it was awesome you know with the retro looks, saturday night fever, Snoop Doog, Carmen Electra fuhh....Later met Din, at macdonald's when back to his place then head out to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108233991074799255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108233991074799255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/karapu-nair-hey-hows-it-doing-last.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108191958562985262</id><published>2004-04-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:19:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aku sungguh berasa malas pada minggu ini. Bosan sungguh dengan apa-apa yang berlaku dihadapan. Aku mempunyai sesuatu sikap yang mungkin tidak dapat diubahkan. Kesabaran adalah mungkiran kepadaku.Ah totally bored this week, got that thing called depressed and blending with that emo thing. But now, I'm ok with it now thought. Everything happen so fast and ain't got time to say sorry.Last week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108191958562985262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108191958562985262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/aku-sungguh-berasa-malas-pada-minggu.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108115083638588889</id><published>2004-04-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:44:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This wasn't meant to be...Never hope for a lie in life, a sincere truth in it.Might go far with the outcome, but sad it ended this way.Originally not the best, couldn't imagine why they die.People ask and wonder why, deadly sounds been aborted.Questions you may ask, end is what we will be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108115083638588889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108115083638588889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108112616839922989</id><published>2004-04-05T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T08:59:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I 'm seeing Seven's, smelling Foster's,hearing roars, tasted Limos, touched rugby at the National Stadium...Last weekend, My friends and i went to Kallang Stadium. We went there to watch the IRBseven's presented by Standard Chartered. Ok I'm so lame typing like a school boy. the matches we so awesome that i was amazed some of them could still stand straight after being knocked down hard. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108112616839922989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108112616839922989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-m-seeing-sevens-smelling.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108078978803196015</id><published>2004-04-01T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T11:26:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, Boo Hoo Hoo....Yesterday had a good sleep after school, Woke up around 7 plus and check my hp and there were 13 missed calls. All was from Allen, Zak and Din, called them back and say i'm late. Then head to Sun Plaza park, Saw all all of my friends were restless, indeed they were, Sammy came showed his authentics on 'e G.Then at one point, my trombone were damaged, I shout, I cry, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108078978803196015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108078978803196015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/04/ah-boo-hoo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-108054584205367369</id><published>2004-03-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:40:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qwerty, qwerty....I never thought it will end up like this. Erased my old blog, and found a new template for this blog. Anyway, went to the kallang riverside gig last saturday and from my point of view the gig was ...... and i really ...... it. Bands like Underedge, Dead end, A losing streak, Shoe size nine, The Bois, One inch punch, Pop Whizzee were awesome but so sad for 2 mins late, hopr to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108054584205367369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/108054584205367369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/qwerty-qwerty.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107991682444894555</id><published>2004-03-22T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:25:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>K seriously i rather study in school than spending holidays...My holidays started from last saturday which supposely going to JB in the morning. But my dad checked my passport and found out that my passport was expired. Woke up early in the morning and can't think nothing to do so get on with my PS2 playing GTA Vice City. Whacked sia...Next day, sunday, after coming home from Mydin Mosque for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107991682444894555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107991682444894555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/k-seriously-i-rather-study-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107897683138375351</id><published>2004-03-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:50:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las Molario! Wasuppening...?Pass few day had this migrain happen to me, being very ill in class. All day had to control pain in my veins above my left forehead... My mind wasn't thinking straight and walking was very hard. Lots and lots of buddies were worried about me. In the end, had just taking PANADOL to relieve my pain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107897683138375351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107897683138375351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/las-molario-wasuppening.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107837342424783454</id><published>2004-03-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:13:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, finally the dust is clear from the amist. Blog writing is actually like writing journal. It helps to recall you past. Whatever you did.Monday, Cigarrette price hiked to a dollar than usual price, it has become the more reason for me not to smoke.Better start from now.Tuesday, my rugby training started back after the whole IVP competition ended. 14 of us were in the mood and came down for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107837342424783454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107837342424783454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/ah-finally-dust-is-clear-from-amist.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107819228887307342</id><published>2004-03-02T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T09:54:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Build Me Up, You Knock Me Down.Provoke A Smile And Make Me Frown.You Are The Queen Of Runaround.You Know Its True.And I Miss You!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107819228887307342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107819228887307342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-build-me-up-you-knock-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107810432753920340</id><published>2004-03-01T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:28:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...Sittting on the porch step, with a pint in hand.I look at the stars and think about you. Wondering how's life without me.Can i go on with a new breath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107810432753920340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107810432753920340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107749734311301745</id><published>2004-02-23T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T08:51:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuh! Oh Boy, Its been a long years and its been a long time...Saturday was a day. First time, first gig, first band, First Chapter!These days people thought senseless of me, being neurotic to everyone just to make people happy.I was shivering upon the set and mostly all of the difficulties was being put a side. But then, we put up a good show. At the moment I feel kind of odd, dudes of my came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107749734311301745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107749734311301745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/02/fuh-oh-boy-its-been-long-years-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286187.post-107716014704134761</id><published>2004-02-19T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T11:11:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somethings can't be forget after being forgive. Depression got the best of some. People understood what happens, and shits do happen. Putting on my best suit on, and lost it all. A few steps up to me with every move that i make. Follow up close behind my soul it wants to take. Its my decision, without no loco no ones to take. Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pull shut. I'll rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107716014704134761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286187/posts/default/107716014704134761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furt.blogspot.com/2004/02/somethings-cant-be-forget-after-being.html' title=''/><author><name>hotran......</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
