<?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-16888749</id><updated>2011-06-21T05:42:34.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoooooooohoooooooo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-113212769547366967</id><published>2005-11-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:54:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry (how boring does that sound for a title huh?)</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to come back here again and talk about what happened to my this past few days. Nothing much really. I managed to meet Tre' cool and he offered me to play in his other band. Haha. Reality Check. Ok Ok, I met my cousin who owns a music studio in his room and offered me to play in his band. I played. We played many songs. Ranging from Fall out boy to Green day to Blink 182 to their own orginal songs which i offered to play the drums for them. It turned out quite nice. The first time we tried it, it was fantastic. I didn't know from where came all the beats. I didn't even have any scores with me. I just played along with the beats. Then we played it over and over again. And everytime we did it, the tune became different. I'm not disappointed though. It was a whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is a new experience  with Tre' cool signature drumsticks. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as i was saying, it was cool. We recorded 2 songs. I never knew how complicated recordings were until i see it myself. My cousin had to put mikes here and there. Press buttons on the recording machine thingy. Ah well, it turned out quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i could ever get serious with my drums. Wait, that could mean like something else.&lt;br /&gt;Correction: I wonder if i could ever get serious with my music. Just to be on the safe side, I'm going to be a Student-Musician. In which Student comes first and so i'll be better towards education. Music comes second. Somethings you just got to let go...you know what im saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like them. I want to be better than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-113212769547366967?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/113212769547366967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=113212769547366967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113212769547366967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113212769547366967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/11/entry-how-boring-does-that-sound-for.html' title='Entry (how boring does that sound for a title huh?)'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-113102447358889152</id><published>2005-11-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:27:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another offer.</title><content type='html'>Coordinates:Home (Room 3 Aka Abang's room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring. I managed to enjoy the comfort of being with relatives and family members again. It's nice being around people. After a visit to my aunt's house, we(my family) went back home. We had to prepare food and dining materials for guests or the battalions as my aunt calls it. Quite true though. Many do come in groups. There was around 30 people in my house today. Glorious day but I slept at around 3pm because I was so tired. I woke up to the melodic sounds of the guitar. It was nice. My relative was playing it. Then I offered to play the drums for him. It was fun. We played a few songs. Then, he offered me to join his band. :) I'm happy.But, he said no promises and he'll give me call wants me in. siiiigh. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. When I'm dying, my last wish would be having a good guitarist playing songs next to me till my last breath. I just love their tunes. They're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslims. Maaf Zahir dan Batin. Forgive me if I said any harsh words to you all.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I bid you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-113102447358889152?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/113102447358889152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=113102447358889152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113102447358889152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113102447358889152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-offer.html' title='Another offer.'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-113094611353379430</id><published>2005-11-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:41:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy DeepaRaya!</title><content type='html'>This year has been good. Well, every year had been good. This one is especially good and special because this is the year I learnt how to play drums. Thats not all, I experienced so  much stuff. Much more than the previous years where i spent most of my time playing games. This year, I learnt to be serious. I learnt that things don't come easy unless you're really lucky and you have God by your side. I learnt that ...oh darn it, might as well I write memorable events and lessons that happened in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I learnt how important it is to have a belt.&lt;br /&gt;2) Having a good, loyal and committed friend by your side is always an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;3)Always try to please your parents.&lt;br /&gt;4) Remember to do warm-ups before drumming.&lt;br /&gt;5)Never lose motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;6)Learn from mistakes. Bille Joe once said " Anything that is successful is a series of mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;7)Always remember to have proper writing materials for school.&lt;br /&gt;8)Read up before every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;9)Try to get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;10)Keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;11)Never lose your cool.&lt;br /&gt;12)Don't play too much maple.&lt;br /&gt;13)Try to pee before Friday Prayers (Believe me, you don't want to know what happened to me.)&lt;br /&gt;You do? Well, as stated, I did not fulfil my bladder's wish before going to the mosque. The queue to the toilet was longer than I thought it would be. While waiting , something unexpected happened. I pee-ed. There was urine on my pants and everywhere. Haha. It was cool. They let me straight in to the toilet. Too bad for them. Their precious tiles were ruined... I should say sorry. Sorry.Lucky for me , Othman was there. He helped get me a new kain. Then I prayed for the first time without undies. Uncomfortable at first but you'll get used to it. Then I went back home by taxi. It felt really weird wearing a sarong from the mosque to the taxi stand. Those were the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're all pretty bored now. Can't wait to go JAMMING. Jamming. Jamming . Jamming. Jamming. Jamming. Jamming .Jamming. siiiiiiiiiiiigh. This next jamming session is going to be special because Don't be Stupid (A.K.A Azmyra's band) will be jamming with us. We never played with another band before. We can compare with each other our skillls. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla. I'm going to end this entry now. Oh yeah I'm going to put up a new song soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alakazam Endious Morhphious Drumstruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-113094611353379430?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/113094611353379430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=113094611353379430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113094611353379430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113094611353379430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-deeparaya.html' title='Happy DeepaRaya!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-113051123925870794</id><published>2005-10-28T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:53:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...Again.</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, I wrote a long entry before this one. A nice one about some people but it ended up deleted. Shit Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, exams are over. I improved by 2%. Well, It's better than the 65.5 % i usually get. Can you guys believe it? I got 65.5% for last years first and last semester and also for this years first semester. I'm a little bit disappointed thought because i was aiming for a distinction but i ended up 3% short. Darn. I'm really desperate and deprived of good grades. God please help me. To show you how desperate I am, I stayed up late reading my sis's physics and history textbook. Shit Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new haircut. After weeks of procrastination, I fianlly got my haircut. I look like Forrest Gump now. Well what ye reap is what ye sow. This is what I get for a free haircut. Darn. Lucky I got 2 months to grow my hair back. Lucky lucky. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Have you guys ever wondered your life may be represented by just a simple piece of paper? With people around you, they add colours to the paper. With people, passion could be created. Wonderful objects would be invented and thus leaving your paper with a colourful potrait. For me, going through my first or maybe the last maturing age, I found it difficult to accept fate or truth when I'm small. Hey? Which small toddler would? Unless they're super-brainy-fast maturing- mutating babies...hmm. Now I find it easier to go through stuff rather than to run away from it. Thank you sex hormones. You made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week of school. Thursday was filled with crappiness. I ,for once, enjoyed talking about sex toys. It is true that anything can be a sex toyif you believe it is right?  RIGHT? ah... Don't want to talk about it anymore or it'd be getting calls in the morning about so-so daughter read my blog and is majorly disheartened and disturbed. It does happen you know. Shit Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wonder why shit happens. They're to make our lives better. Hey? who would want a perfect life or home. Living in a posh house. Filled with servants. Swimming pools the size of Yishun Park. Cars occupying most of the 24-room garages. Sophisticated and expensive paintings hanging on the white marble walls of every room. OR you could live in a HDB flat with a Filipino maid and a small fountain. Self-Made paintings hanged by a thread on a 25cent nail and a small toyota car thoroughly chosen to fit in the whole family so as not to leave a single empty seat.&lt;br /&gt;Between these 2 choices I'd rather choose the second one. I don't know why, but it seems to be a lot more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Each paragraph may be random because i came up with all of these topics during this week, so it got churned out a little. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! for 2A1 this year. All the best for everything you believe in and want to achieve. Best wishes and good luck. Same goes to all other sec 2 students. May you have a happy and blessed life as to what God has given us all. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-113051123925870794?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/113051123925870794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=113051123925870794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113051123925870794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113051123925870794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/backagain.html' title='Back...Again.'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-113014366724804023</id><published>2005-10-24T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:47:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>I've not been writing entries for a long time...So here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my literature group had a rehearsal. Some actors didn't make it. Most had an unknown reason. I did not scold them or anything because we got the whole day to practice tomorrow. It went well. TOO WELL that i needed somebody to come in and ruin it(sarcasm). Mr. Ifriendyouyoufriendmetalkbullshitacttoughsidewithfriendswithhigherstatus was there. Enough of that... This is the fasting month. I should calm down and stuff. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ok this few days. Exams are over. I brought 'Risk' to school. Glad my friends liked it. It's kind of addictive at first. But then you'll get tired of it. Speaking of games. I'm playing a new game now. Its called 'MapleStory'. Addictive? yes! Its nice. Not much to talk about it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to take the A category next year. I'm taking triple maths. Tough decision. If the people in the class turns out notorious,naughty,etc, well at least the subjects don't suck. I'm going to miss my friends in 2A1. siiggghh... At least i get to wear long pants ,yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG PANTS YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-113014366724804023?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/113014366724804023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=113014366724804023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113014366724804023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/113014366724804023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112920350167436871</id><published>2005-10-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:38:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potassiumo noUnino Nesasono Kaninono</title><content type='html'>Nice name huh?Okay, Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 more papers left. We shall kill them! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... so much for an entry with a long title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112920350167436871?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112920350167436871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112920350167436871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112920350167436871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112920350167436871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/potassiumo-nounino-nesasono-kaninono.html' title='Potassiumo noUnino Nesasono Kaninono'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112909704522319953</id><published>2005-10-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:04:05.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Alone</title><content type='html'>Come together like a foot in a shoe&lt;br /&gt;Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Thinking out loud and acting in vain&lt;br /&gt;Knocking over anyone that stands in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut,&lt;br /&gt; or only say hello&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground,&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's really no one left,&lt;br /&gt; that's hanging around&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that another familiar face?&lt;br /&gt;Too drunk to figure out they're fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! A new song right from the Album Nimrod, Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Ennnnnnnnnjoy&lt;br /&gt;uh uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1. Thats the name of the devil. I managed to complete all questions except question 16. I didn't know it was coming out. Damn.Thank God I completed the other questions in time. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I got to go. I have a challenge to win. AHEM AHEM you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112909704522319953?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112909704522319953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112909704522319953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112909704522319953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112909704522319953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/walking-alone.html' title='Walking Alone'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112900233021049604</id><published>2005-10-11T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:45:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss my feet!</title><content type='html'>YEAH THATS IT!!I can't believe i'm still thinking about Azmyra's dream.It goes like this...I was playing drums and people were kissing my feet. Anyone got a 'Dreams-Answered' booklet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othman, look out for a drumset. I'm going to make one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! I made you wait for a long time for a few sentences! HAHA! I'm evil as Shycock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112900233021049604?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112900233021049604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112900233021049604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112900233021049604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112900233021049604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/kiss-my-feet.html' title='Kiss my feet!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112900187713772779</id><published>2005-10-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:37:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112900187713772779?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112900187713772779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112900187713772779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112900187713772779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112900187713772779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112842938402578380</id><published>2005-10-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:36:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class...</title><content type='html'>School was Okay! What cheered me up during lessons was Adonis's singing! It was HAHA! He sang from American Idiot to Blvd. Of Broken Dreams to You're Beautiful to ( worse one) Pop Ye Ye! HAHAHA! I could really see the annoyance in  Syahril's reaction. We even called Adonis a spoiled radio ( Sounds lame...i know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait to go Jamming! Once you're inside the room, you'll get all crazy and play good music. A complete de-stress kit! :D yessssssaaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;I completed my first drum solo :D! Had been working on it for a few hours.It was tiring. My room smells so bad now because i sweat alot while playing drums. Anyways the drum solo is not quite a solo, more like a groove without any other instruments except drums. It's like a samba or mozambique or a brazilian groove. Something like that...It has a cow bell in it too!SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Farhan and I talked about some girl cliques in our school. Some were man-crazy while some were just a giggly bunch. Some brought magazines to school and point out guys who are hot and not. Some are just freakishly flirtatious. Eeewww.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think Farhan is &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; of my best &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. He may seem a little egoistic, hot-tempered and all but he is actually quite a good friend minus his dirty and 'right-back-at-you' jokes. I'm only writing about him because he don't read blogs. Hehe. I keep my other comments and thoughts about other friends in my head. Because thats the place where i easily forget. So everyday may be something new. Forgive and FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. I'm going to put up pictures on my handphone to friendster soon. It's going to be hilarious (look out for surprises). Also... If it's possible i'm going to record my drum groove and put it into my blog. Insya Allah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Beng Beng! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112842938402578380?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112842938402578380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112842938402578380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112842938402578380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112842938402578380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/10/class.html' title='Class...'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112799446644521805</id><published>2005-09-29T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:47:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Nay,Say,Bay,Gay,Day,Fay,Ray,Tay,Qay,Pay,Iay,May,Vay,Xay,Lay,Zay,Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Lets begin! Class our first lesson would be&lt;br /&gt;HOLDING A DRUMSTICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: Pick the drumstick. Don't be too worried now. Slowly. Slowly . Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;AH! EXCELLENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 2: Put your fingers around it. Doesn't have to be too tied now. Oh now Alex, What have told you about licking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: YOU're DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap aside. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alredy read through my malay proverbs thingy. Sooooo, that means I'm 60% done with my malay revision. Happy, I am! English was tough, man. It was like, you know hard. And I was like, stressed. Maaaan. Maaaaaaaaan. Man. I spelt Reunion as UNION! OH MY GOD! That's the most silliest mistake I ever made. Damn the exam duration. IF only they would have given me just 10 minutes extra... maaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm glad to know that she's in Secondary 2. YAY! Thing is, she lives sooo close to my house, I could see her everyday...YAY! She wore an orange hairband today. Looked as relaxed as her permed hair... If you're wondering who she is, she's no other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112799446644521805?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112799446644521805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112799446644521805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112799446644521805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112799446644521805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112782036287035042</id><published>2005-09-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:26:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry</title><content type='html'>OKAY! I give up...My hands are itching to write something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind, I'm going to blog and chat only after i've done my work. :D&lt;br /&gt;Much Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is tight man! The revision is just too much. I know it'll be harder when I'm taking O-levels. In Fact, I think I should be thankful Sec 2 stuff is &lt;strong&gt;FAIRLY&lt;/strong&gt; challenging. I'm getting to stressed up. I already got all the symptoms. Rashes, check. Loss of appetite, check. Sleepiness , well it happens most of the time, check. Aches and body pains, check.  Ouch. ARGH! Aches= no drumming! ARGH! NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to give up drums. Permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Science period was definitely the best period today *claps* :)&lt;br /&gt;There was a 2A1 version of 'Whose line is it anyway' Mr Naufal was the storyteller. Shahreezal was the actor. I must say, he acted out the story perfectly. Ok, I was exaggerating. But it was HILARIOUS! He's going to turn out a clown or something when he grows up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns are cool! Tre' cool went to clown college and he should be thankful he did that. OR else the band would not have its own joker. I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go. Uh Uh Uh UH Uh UH UH UUh uh uH uh UH UH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112782036287035042?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112782036287035042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112782036287035042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112782036287035042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112782036287035042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/curry.html' title='Curry'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112764156996704536</id><published>2005-09-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:46:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SONG NEW SONG!</title><content type='html'>BURNOUT : Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and growing bored&lt;br /&gt; In my smoked out boring room&lt;br /&gt;My hair is shagging in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight&lt;br /&gt; To drive along these shit town lights I'm not growing up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just burning out&lt;br /&gt;And I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy has rained on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling like a soggy dream&lt;br /&gt;So close to drowning but I don't mind I've lived in this mental cave&lt;br /&gt;Throw emotions in the grave Hell, who needs them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! I just got to share this song with you! And another damn for saying that I won't be coming online for a few weeks. Well, I broke my promise to myself...damn...I'm happy my art is almost complete. I'm a bit pissed off because I lost my maths 1 and 2 excercise books. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Just when I need them MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... declaring I don't care no more.  Just waiting for myself to break free from emotional thoughts...Waiting for the sweet taste of freedom on my tongue...Waiting for the right moment for it to happen again....As the experience start clouding my mind...I wait...................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Well, C'ya.  :) Have a Nice Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112764156996704536?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112764156996704536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112764156996704536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112764156996704536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112764156996704536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-song-new-song.html' title='NEW SONG NEW SONG!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112756627243749986</id><published>2005-09-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:51:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensive Studying</title><content type='html'>Yep...Intensive mugging. I won't be here for a few weeks...I just wish I had the time to spend more time with my new blog. Lucky I still got my drumset. At least that will bring my stress down. Seriously, expressing emotions with music is one hell of an achievement for me I never expressed myself before through music(drums)I modifed my drumset to make sound like the Ol' jazz 60s sounds. Classic and SWEET! I tried giving it all in just 15 minutes. I never felt better.Love, CHECK. Hatred, CHECK. Some other nonsense, CHECK! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my revision still got a long way to go. I'm already done with my science. :D! Thank God. Subjects I'm having trouble with: Maths and Geography. Like, what the F***. I'm having a hard time inserting their wonderful contents into my wonderful brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm going to end this entry with an original song of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE... masturbates with his drums.&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you don't want to hear the rest of the song :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! one more thing. . . .I got another one! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112756627243749986?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112756627243749986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112756627243749986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112756627243749986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112756627243749986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/intensive-studying.html' title='Intensive Studying'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112745940326185017</id><published>2005-09-23T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:10:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well.</title><content type='html'>Its not true. So yeah, I'm going to stop this nonsense and f**k my books till they rot. I really need to get into a science class. Art is definitely not my forte nor D &amp; T although i score quite some marks at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fasting. Hungry as a British P.o.W in World War 2... yep.. .you guessed it...history. Not much to talk about really. I hereby solemnly swear... to tell the whole truth... nothing but the truth is what I would get from you....(Church on Sunday : Green Day) Told you I got nothing to write about. So i'll just be random. HEY! Did you know chickens are nice. I got my drumset for $****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off...&lt;br /&gt;Muzakkir&lt;br /&gt;Professional Drummer/ Eater (riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight You can call me that in 20 years time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. why are you still reading this bullshit... Go take a nap for godsake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112745940326185017?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112745940326185017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112745940326185017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112745940326185017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112745940326185017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well.'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112739479468795999</id><published>2005-09-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:13:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been listening to anything else this year except Green Day. Haha...Lying. Anyways, what you're listening to right now is one of my favourites, &lt;strong&gt;Waiting, by Green Day&lt;/strong&gt;. YAY! A song i can play. Well, not boasting or anything but I can play most of their songs. :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For this moment to come I'm destined For anything...at all Downtown lights will be shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On me like a diamond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ring out under the midnight hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one can touch me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't turn my back It's too late ready or not at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so much closer than I have ever known... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawning of a new era Calling...don't let it catch you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ready or not at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So close enough to taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Alomost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can embrace this Feeling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the tip of my tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so much closer than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have ever known... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Better thank your lucks stars....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting a life time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For this moment to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm destined for anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dumbstruck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colour me stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're gonna need it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where I'm going if I get there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Better thank your lucky stars.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES! yipee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They rock! Hope y'all like it. I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112739479468795999?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112739479468795999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112739479468795999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112739479468795999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112739479468795999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/green-day.html' title='GREEN DAY!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112729423488675607</id><published>2005-09-21T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:17:14.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSAAAH!</title><content type='html'>Well,I just got back from school. We had our 'Moral' education with Mr.Jo...hehe...I'm almost 1/2 done with my overall revision. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I just hope that God will help me in my preparation...well you know what they say, 'God does not help people who don't help themselves'. Geography was a bore. Good thing I learnt drums, I played with my table for almost the entire period. No no no, not PLAY as in you know PLAY! It's just what I call a 'Stomp!' of my own. This is going to be a short post...I'm really tensed and nervous right now...Aah, being the brave boy that I am, *waits for cheers*, I just want to know if what YOU(Yes! you know who you are)  think of me is really true. If it is, well I(Yes! I know who I am..haha crap) just want you to know that I feel the same way for you too :P! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Have a nice day everyone! I'm going to be online later at night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnD! One more thing...I didn't tell anyone about *ahem* you know who! :)&lt;br /&gt;Good Friend, I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112729423488675607?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112729423488675607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112729423488675607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112729423488675607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112729423488675607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesssaaah.html' title='YESSSAAAH!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112714371278165290</id><published>2005-09-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:28:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAA!!!   It's 12:02 a.m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;like so enthusiastic right now...having a new blog and all. Hey! You can't blame the voice inside me that keeps telling me to get myself off the study table and post a new entry...crap...well, i just watched School Of Rock. I finally watched it to the end. Finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;It really did rocked. I may be outdated bringing up an 'Old' movie up as some of you 'Cool' people might say..but hey it still rocks. What really drumstrucked me was the drummer! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;I bet he must have gone through A LOT of practicing before playing the songs and all. AND one of the parts shows him watching videos of great drummers. One of them was of course one of my favourites... BUDDY RICH! ( Should really thank Otham for introducing to me about him. Lets have a minute of silence to remember the once Great Pioneer Jazz Drummer, Buddy Rich. *cricket sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Back to business...I just want to let any passionate drummers out there to know that they're welcomed to add me at Msn if they're reading my blog ( Exception to Othman). Anyways my Email is &lt;a href="mailto:white_mole@hotmail.com"&gt;white_mole@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . Ask me why i chose that name and I'll say.."Because I LOVE White and Moles!" hahaha just kidding. It originated from a 'Brain Blast" I had when i asked my teacher why she had so many moles. AND! people..Please don't get me wrong... My life is not all about drumming. Just parts of it. I took it up out of Passion and Interest. I know it's not going to get me anywhere but the Local Music Scene. Maybe if I'm REALLY REALLY lucky, I could get it off somewhere away from Singapore. Maybe to Mexico... Haha. They'll be like "Aiyayay what IS this rubbish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. That's all i want to talk about. Although it may not be clear to you with all the side jokes( maybe if you find it lame, it's okay!) , but this entry is just for people who wants to know why I chose white_mole for my email address. If this is still unclear to you.. then its OKAY! It's cool.. TRE COOL! ( Tre in french stands for very, Source &lt;a href="http://www.greendayauthority.com"&gt;www.greendayauthority.com&lt;/a&gt;) Well, If you're smart enough, I'm going finish off my revision for History! :D YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112714371278165290?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112714371278165290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112714371278165290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112714371278165290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112714371278165290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/aaaaaaaaaa-its-1202.html' title=''/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16888749.post-112713003744965589</id><published>2005-09-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:40:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My First Ever Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to make this one short...&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to thank &lt;strong&gt;Azmyra &lt;/strong&gt;for making this blog possible :)&lt;br /&gt;2)If you don't know where the statue is, it is the one at the bottom left hand corner.It kinda look like blue semen.&lt;br /&gt;3)Please leave any comments on the tagboard. I'd appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;4)I'd like to thank &lt;strong&gt;Azmyra&lt;/strong&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know who I am, you can check out the profile box WHICH is still under construction. Be patient my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16888749-112713003744965589?l=drumstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/112713003744965589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16888749&amp;postID=112713003744965589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112713003744965589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16888749/posts/default/112713003744965589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumstruck.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-there.html' title='Hello there!'/><author><name>Muzakkir bin Samat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594665328962180904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVzBmUZaSLs/S2i9dnYwj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vCqDFPrnZEU/S220/DSC05731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
