<?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-7013676636486188131</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:36.542-07:00</updated><category term='Turn around'/><title type='text'>Hmm..I don't like editing this blog so let it just look plain and boring.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-3443173903031231803</id><published>2008-07-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:39:07.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>durian vs the bowen arrow.</title><content type='html'>colin gave me the idea of a durian and he reminded me unintentionally of napoleon dynamite's will to score chicks by having bowen arrow skills.  so here goes the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage:&lt;br /&gt;Bowen arrow 9/10, a shot to the heart and you die or in other words fall in love if it was fired by a magical little pixie fairy.&lt;br /&gt;Durian 10.5/10, step on it and it hurts like shit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical presence&lt;br /&gt;Bowen arrow 8/10, scary but not enough to piss your pants&lt;br /&gt;Duria 12304/10, the smell comes from all palpable levels of the human nostrils, yet, it can smell nice when you want it to smell nice and it can smell bad when you want it to smell nice so it smells bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trajectory&lt;br /&gt;Bowen arrow 0 - 180 degrees, its very fast and very accurate with a goods marksman. If it were you or me, it prolly would be better just to use it like a police baton for safety of the user.&lt;br /&gt;Durian 0-720 degrees- tossed like a shot put or a javelin or even as a land mine..you'll find yourself in trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so you see durian wins plainly because it has a taste while a piece of wood merely taste like a piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/SIOF_OV1n6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/q5m_cQuL7DQ/s1600-h/durian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/SIOF_OV1n6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/q5m_cQuL7DQ/s400/durian.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225167313907851170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, theres alot of durian around malaysia at this time, i can even smell it in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the review,&lt;br /&gt;izuluzi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-3443173903031231803?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3443173903031231803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=3443173903031231803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/3443173903031231803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/3443173903031231803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/07/durian-vs-bowen-arrow.html' title='durian vs the bowen arrow.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/SIOF_OV1n6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/q5m_cQuL7DQ/s72-c/durian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-6880410890451073933</id><published>2008-03-20T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:33:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 80's</title><content type='html'>The 80's were prominent for a rise in good music. Metal took a stand by then but i'm at this point  more intrigued at the more sophisticated and dynamic music which is hard to write, let alone hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the hilarious sort of music that you would expect to be written by the makers of the basic toilet bowl or the creators of monty python-equally important in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example the music video for one of the famous INXS which got me intertwining my band of of sour liquorice. Get this, a drummer playing with no drums and a guitarist playing a guitar without a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion i think one of the best lyrical songs of the 80's is by Prefab Sprout, with their song-The King of Rock 'N' Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the godly lyrics are on the basis of hotdogs, frogs and Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choreograph of the dancing is absolutely innovative and remarkably 'serious'. Not to mention a splendid approach to a random theme and.........................................THEIR ENGLISH. Yes, finally an english pop band of the 80's.  These are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my lazy teenage boasts are now high precision ghosts&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming round the track to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at me and laughs I remind her of the facts&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of rock'n roll completely&lt;br /&gt;Up from suede shoes to my baby blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream helps you forget you ain't never danced a step&lt;br /&gt;You were never fleet of foot, hippy.&lt;br /&gt;All the pathos you can keep for the children in the street&lt;br /&gt;For the vision I have had is sweeping&lt;br /&gt;- New broom, this room, sweep it clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;High kickin' dandy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;&lt;br /&gt;Long legged candy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my rhythm ain't so hot, but it's the only friend I've got&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of rock'n roll completely&lt;br /&gt;All the pretty birds have flown now I'm dancing on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of rock'n roll completely&lt;br /&gt;- Up from, suede shoes to my baby blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;High kickin' dandy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;&lt;br /&gt;Long legged candy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoFcAE4J4bE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoFcAE4J4bE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video it WILL give you a good laugh and a little brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izuluzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-6880410890451073933?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6880410890451073933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=6880410890451073933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/6880410890451073933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/6880410890451073933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/03/80s.html' title='THE 80&apos;s'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-2324316949352070681</id><published>2008-02-03T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:24:16.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal good.</title><content type='html'>Football is dead in our country so we turn to the next best thing, futsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia are currently ranked 17th in the world at this sport. But after losing 7-1 and 7-0 to argentina and oz respectively that rankings a load of shit since argentina are ranked 7th. Plus, all the futsal players were mostly malay. No chinese? Thats prolly another reason why we never improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing the inevitable under achievement of our nation HK, Adam, my bro and i went and bought tickets for the finals between argentina and brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6Xk5V4jm-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/EdssL4A_DOY/s1600-h/03022008526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6Xk5V4jm-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/EdssL4A_DOY/s320/03022008526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162784221628177378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two teams are bitter rival in the 11 man sport and it was no different here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XmGF4jnAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c_gUiuChNo0/s1600-h/03022008537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XmGF4jnAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c_gUiuChNo0/s400/03022008537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785540183137282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there were lots of people in the stadium , even more than the amount John Rambo kills in all his 4 movies put together. I have to say it was a great atmosphere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XnTF4jnBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZbFj9PKEpVg/s1600-h/03022008539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XnTF4jnBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZbFj9PKEpVg/s400/03022008539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162786863033064466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The match was awesome. Brazil though played exceptionally well and the stadium erupted when they nailed their first just before half time. However as half time approached i felt i was in for the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought during half time there were to be some fun and games for the crowd to join in, instead they brought in half time comedians/circus people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XoBF4jnCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y59mYo-KFGg/s1600-h/03022008532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XoBF4jnCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y59mYo-KFGg/s320/03022008532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162787653307046946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, these comedians are known as break dancers. Some were good but a majority of them, just stayed in this position as above. Yet another dampener to a great occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Brazil comfortably slotted in another 3 goals thus summing up the KL world 5's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XpRl4jnDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTwEc-GkBAs/s1600-h/03022008543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6XpRl4jnDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTwEc-GkBAs/s400/03022008543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162789036286516274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, the game was quality and the crowd was great., really great. I felt right at home-watching foreigners playing instead of our own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-2324316949352070681?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2324316949352070681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=2324316949352070681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/2324316949352070681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/2324316949352070681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/02/futsal-good.html' title='Futsal good.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6Xk5V4jm-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/EdssL4A_DOY/s72-c/03022008526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-4864669104004741500</id><published>2008-02-01T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:58:26.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy band.</title><content type='html'>We all were young once and especially those born in the 80's or 90's experienced the invasion of the boy bands. Yes, Code Red, N'Sync, 911,  Boyzone and the ultimate group-Backstreet Boys. Although, it was debatable if N'Sync or Backstreet Boys were better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a general trend. I'm sure most of us as young kids with minimal taste in music loved these boy bands, i know i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NNO14jm6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yylY-NywRMs/s1600-h/backstreetboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NNO14jm6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yylY-NywRMs/s400/backstreetboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162054515274521506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we grew older, we grew cooler, taller and more mature. Thus, with our maturity in tact we decided to detest the gayish acts of boy bands and post some extremely mature photos on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NOAF4jm8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HYhpdvhyJu0/s1600-h/backstreetboys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NOAF4jm8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HYhpdvhyJu0/s400/backstreetboys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162055361383078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, physically matured, i still do hang on to my past and i still like those big hits achieved by these boy bands especially the Backstreet Boys, i can't seem to not like their songs, for some reason it's different from terrible music now. Trust me, i'd rather hear them on the radio. Although they are most formally extinct they have impacted us one way or another.  So please please please if you want to remain cool at least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NPeF4jm9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/wltGZo-ObWw/s1600-h/backstreetboys201lw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NPeF4jm9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/wltGZo-ObWw/s400/backstreetboys201lw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162056976290782162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-4864669104004741500?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4864669104004741500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=4864669104004741500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/4864669104004741500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/4864669104004741500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/02/boy-band.html' title='The boy band.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R6NNO14jm6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yylY-NywRMs/s72-c/backstreetboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-180102715186010488</id><published>2008-01-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:32:38.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newspaper.</title><content type='html'>Facial Reconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zWtys_wFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w-XFCUTuuJA/s1600-h/24082007283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zWtys_wFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w-XFCUTuuJA/s400/24082007283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155731755625332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..Football football..As it appears on this picture this guy just loved the game to much. As for the guy in the blue, i think he's just lucky he spent most of his career on the sidelines, imagine what else could have been reconstructed if the pressure had got to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are some who should take plastic re facial construction into consideration. Just kidding. No, seriously, they should. Yes, our beloved Ram and KF. Some what minutely handsome at young but then nature took its course. God save their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zXZCs_wHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IzU3LFDu548/s1600-h/11112007373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zXZCs_wHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IzU3LFDu548/s200/11112007373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155732498654675058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zZsSs_wMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yw1mTfduz8I/s1600-h/15112007381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zZsSs_wMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yw1mTfduz8I/s200/15112007381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155735028390412482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those two people above who complete this word wholly, there are more alerting issues. Yes, where theres amazingly stupid news there are the odd Malaysians who feel they should be credited for such a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zbFis_wNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qhmMsSjp3v8/s1600-h/21112007447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zbFis_wNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qhmMsSjp3v8/s400/21112007447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155736561693737170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would our car manufacturers go solo with the likes of GM and VW wanting to help promote quality engines. I'll tell you why, other than a brave move they choose to give us low end quality stuff so that it can remain a monopoly and at least at an affordable price for the middle income earners. I bet our export quality begs to differ. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zcxSs_wOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/haKygn3Sq7g/s1600-h/16082007275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zcxSs_wOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/haKygn3Sq7g/s400/16082007275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155738412824641762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are they really praying, or do they just hate NST readers.  Those that don't know this hand gesture, it's WTF in italian. Yes, i learnt this on an educational show known as Russell Peters-He's from India..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i can now conclude that newspapers are a very useful way to transfer information of any nature whether cynically intended or made to laugh at. All in all, there are many resemblances  to what is happening in the newspaper and whats around you. Apparently, the newspaper is defined to report whats around you anyway so i guess the penultimate sentence did not make so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting live form USJ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izuluzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zVSSs_wEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0DEG4RJBxqg/s1600-h/24082007283.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-180102715186010488?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/180102715186010488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=180102715186010488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/180102715186010488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/180102715186010488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/01/newspaper.html' title='The Newspaper.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4zWtys_wFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w-XFCUTuuJA/s72-c/24082007283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-3398393600373374867</id><published>2008-01-12T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:18:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 minutes.</title><content type='html'>As usual, the weekend passes by and we go to channel 812 or 813 to watch our premiership sides battle against one another. During the half time interval which lasts for approximately 15 minutes, some of us choose to go to the loo, some of us choose to wait to go to the loo until the end of the match, or some may retreat for a 15 minutes skipping drill as a warm up to general exercise the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we could watch our very own Shebby Singh talk shit over and over again about how bad the defense is and how bad the offense is of either side, it seems as though he is talking about our national team, or Tottenham for that matter(Tottenham, a shocking resemblance to the team he supports)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since Liverpool were losing at half time a nil down to a Boateng goal(Middlesborough), it seemed a reasonable idea to taunt about the pressure surmounting on benitez and the cause of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;what benitez doing lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;u ask him lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;1800-An-Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;you mean 1-800-lo-sersville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;but you said you want to contact beniteZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;not old trafford or ferguson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;so why dial that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;you think liverpool got chance win title this season if they loose this one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe get advice lah..benitez is 1-800-suck my balls-and whack his one with a frozen sledgehammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;u try lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;that one will connect with an outerspace number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe martians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;like 1million digits lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont get that, maybe he just doesn't have balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;1-800-suck my balls-and whack his one with a frozen sledgehammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;maximum is 12 digits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;13 is tollfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;19241941412 is outerspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm..like addidas says, impossible is nothing, maybe its retard hotline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;13 tollfree, where, mainland or sentosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;your father's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;HUHU..My father momentarily is Rafa lah..I just realised i was adopted, found out--&gt;no nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;nice to see you blaming liverpool's manager for your lack of manhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;nah, for his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;heh but you also could be ferguson's illegitimate son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;i think rafa's balls bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;than the scotman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;but legitimately always a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;but got no prize lah for big balls, small ball iwn trophy puas hati lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;u not making sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall  bath now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;then watch liverpool win 301&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;3-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;301?? levi jeans??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;so desu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athan.Jon says:&lt;br /&gt;watashi no levi jeans desu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izul-Holy Diver says:&lt;br /&gt;i think its 501&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 15 minutes were used to the best of my ability. Really interesting talking about football in a different perspective. Atleast better than listening to Steve McMahon or Shebby Singh anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-3398393600373374867?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3398393600373374867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=3398393600373374867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/3398393600373374867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/3398393600373374867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/01/15-minutes.html' title='15 minutes.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-897678963729943737</id><published>2008-01-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:54:13.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music covers.</title><content type='html'>Covers of musical bands are the attempt to reincarnate a song to a better and broader extent. Including more higher technical abilities and soloing of different taste. Even the changing of genre of the song can be done with detail and precision for its audience. We then find how diverse styles of music is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, some of the pics and wallpapers for certain bands are way cool after browsing, besides the first good impression of something is the looks of it. Hey, listen to these songs ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britney Spears-----------&gt;Children Of Bodom&lt;br /&gt;Song: Oops I Did It Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OLQys_v5I/AAAAAAAAABo/cnCxeQsdcOA/s1600-h/lol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153115519246647186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OLQys_v5I/AAAAAAAAABo/cnCxeQsdcOA/s200/lol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OLjys_v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QnpThMTXtNo/s1600-h/cob.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153115845664161714" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OLjys_v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QnpThMTXtNo/s200/cob.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica-----------&gt;Trivium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: For Whom The Bells Toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OS6is_wDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ChDTYGELbPE/s1600-h/tri3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153123933087580210" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OS6is_wDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ChDTYGELbPE/s200/tri3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OOUys_v8I/AAAAAAAAACA/xBG6KxLmS0g/s1600-h/Metallica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153118886501007298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OOUys_v8I/AAAAAAAAACA/xBG6KxLmS0g/s200/Metallica.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dio----------&gt; Killswitch Engage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: Holy Diver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OR-ys_wBI/AAAAAAAAACo/d6Hy65vm7YY/s1600-h/KE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153122906590396434" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OR-ys_wBI/AAAAAAAAACo/d6Hy65vm7YY/s200/KE.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OPuCs_v9I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yhj5tAFx_TM/s1600-h/Dio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153120419804331986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OPuCs_v9I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yhj5tAFx_TM/s200/Dio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake--------&gt;Lost Prophets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: Cry Me A River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OQbys_v-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b_n6UsguRtE/s1600-h/Jt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121205783347170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OQbys_v-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b_n6UsguRtE/s200/Jt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OSQCs_wCI/AAAAAAAAACw/R2SgGVETL3g/s1600-h/Lp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153123202943139874" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OSQCs_wCI/AAAAAAAAACw/R2SgGVETL3g/s200/Lp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica-------&gt;Machine Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: Battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OQrSs_v_I/AAAAAAAAACY/XPCbwVdCzP4/s1600-h/Metallica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121472071319538" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OQrSs_v_I/AAAAAAAAACY/XPCbwVdCzP4/s200/Metallica.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4ORJCs_wAI/AAAAAAAAACg/EzzzC35ekio/s1600-h/MH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121983172427778" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4ORJCs_wAI/AAAAAAAAACg/EzzzC35ekio/s200/MH.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you should just listen to covers, which ones of them are better than the original and which ones are worse. After all discovering music overlapping genuinely and comparing them is the key to good music i guess, although it is techincally considered stealing the props from the makers of it..lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-897678963729943737?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/897678963729943737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=897678963729943737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/897678963729943737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/897678963729943737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-covers.html' title='Music covers.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R4OLQys_v5I/AAAAAAAAABo/cnCxeQsdcOA/s72-c/lol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-454594050023071154</id><published>2007-12-20T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T07:38:43.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Really to be honest, what we consider music to be is highly debatable and hypocritical. Yet, there is an essence to good music individually, as in if we try to understand the rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;l emotions of the particular notion than it should be considered music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in certain cases, music is distorted into some lame shit load of noise accompanied by a crappy tone of voice by some guy who goes "yo yo yo" for shits. He has no idea of what he wants in mind, just the doh that comes with it. Don't get me wrong, they shed this "yo y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o yo" bullcrap for any gay topic that they are trying to get at and unfortunately miss the point-the music. To think about i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t they don't even play a musical instrument-not that i know of at least, because they prolly suck at it-and coincidentally all they end up doing is flapping their oversize shirts like big bird and showing some piece of expensive diamond cuttings that imperatively will look better on their aunt Martha's wedding gown. To whom it may concern, all these sex songs shit don't really need much exaggeration by the very music that promotes it. I think pictures do the trick. Such as this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R2qDMys_v3I/AAAAAAAAABY/TgJtP5gM6TQ/s1600-h/sq-lil-jon-crunk-table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R2qDMys_v3I/AAAAAAAAABY/TgJtP5gM6TQ/s400/sq-lil-jon-crunk-table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146069780016381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     "GREAT. I make noise. Hey ladies, my balls have a crown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Moving away from this ridiculous brace face, we head on to better noise so to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music needs to be discovered, its like some treasure pot at the end of a rainbow or a needle in a haystack. It took me ages to find real music, something where instruments challenge people themselves and vise versa. Skills and creativity is needed and emotions run through you that your not afraid to let out, so to the passion of it. Take for example, when some selfish person breaks up with you, notice that you are sad at times but within that inner sadness you realise the root to it is anger. Why express yourself in a shallow manner-unless you are truly emo-in a sad song which will no doubt sadden the living crap out of you the fuck more, when you can listen to mind boggling, speed or angry metal/rock, which thoroughly makes you think about the way they manage to play all the licks and scales, inevitably washing away the root &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of the problem which is of course anger. Hmm..thats good news for us metallica fans, precisely what i'm talking about-true emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R2qG2is_v4I/AAAAAAAAABg/OBw1TVHAOg4/s1600-h/s+anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R2qG2is_v4I/AAAAAAAAABg/OBw1TVHAOg4/s400/s+anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146073795810803586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, realising inferiority and overcoming it and letting go becomes fundamental. Sure, Hide died from X Japan and Hendrix stoned himself to death, but we can all acknowledge for what they have done for Proggresive/General/Soloing metal and music forms plainly because they have amazing talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i do see the point in sentimental music, thats why i said it was debatable and although i might sound just a tad bit biased-everyones hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partially think our generation is engulfed with crappy media devices to show for our music. Radio and tv stations play the same repetitive airwaves into our houses and cars that  i end up shitting my pants hypothetically with complete disregard. Thats why i seek refuge in other forms of unique music. I think trying to be different manageably is really what made me interested in real music-&gt;metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not many of you know this but there are branches to metal that are amazingly interesting and widespread underground, but the dicks above us can't seem to look below there scrawny little hip hop thighs to notice an art made, and always in the making.(A nice metaphor i'd like to add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-454594050023071154?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/454594050023071154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=454594050023071154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/454594050023071154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/454594050023071154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2007/12/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R2qDMys_v3I/AAAAAAAAABY/TgJtP5gM6TQ/s72-c/sq-lil-jon-crunk-table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-8126369538084061832</id><published>2007-11-17T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:08:56.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is foos a sport?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/Rz_sdUT1o3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Em9pbzViwmU/s1600-h/1_282464853m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/Rz_sdUT1o3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Em9pbzViwmU/s320/1_282464853m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134082088637932402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes or no??&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm..Kind of hard to say in a neutral perspective because on occasion there is more than a certain amount of luck. The balls can come flying in any possible angle. Furthermore, you don't sweat and verbally abusive language does not get you penalised.(except for ssd, which tries to find some government policy to stop you from swearing and the similarity that the govenment and the ssd share is that:it doesn't work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the main proposition i'm trying to make is that it does also involved a great amount of skill and the tricks of the trade are weighted almost like a normal sport and it has a set of fully furnished rules. Yes, you do play this game in bars, smoky pool places or even in universities but still, physical attributes don't really count unless you don't have hands or feet or your blind or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, isn't sports meant to be good for the body and shit like that, i do believe the term needs to be rectified as darts and pool and archery don't involve a whole load of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in malaysia, foosball reigns prominence, it's a way of life for some of us and there is an association for it, although regardless of that, it seems as though slotting 4 50 cent coins only seems like some sort of casual interpretation. Adversely speaking, there is a contradiction to "casual" as it does get very competitive. Frustration often seeps into the player whether its the smell of the other player or if your just not playing well.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying not to be biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my plain talking perspective, i regard foosball as one of the best games invented and it should have more tournaments and thus eventually shaping it's way into the international picture where foosball will be the worlds most popular sport behind football, ballet and skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainly talking,&lt;br /&gt;izuluzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013676636486188131-8126369538084061832?l=izuluzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8126369538084061832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013676636486188131&amp;postID=8126369538084061832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/8126369538084061832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013676636486188131/posts/default/8126369538084061832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izuluzi.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-foos-sport.html' title='Is foos a sport?'/><author><name>izul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460417414301445449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/Rz_sdUT1o3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Em9pbzViwmU/s72-c/1_282464853m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013676636486188131.post-4680303465943351158</id><published>2007-11-16T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:18:56.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn around'/><title type='text'>Graduation night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;16th November 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We preferably arrived early for graduation however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;we had to stop off for a game of foos(me, mat, john, KF), although lame as it possibly may sound, there was definitely a yearning for it and of course a sense of inevitability about it. We were planning to take a picture of us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; in working clothes playing foos but KF i guess was too chicken to call upon someone to help take a photo. Maybe because his voice was never too reassuring so he deci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ded to "turn around".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Graduation was too good to throw away and be referred to just some pictures which could be lost due to some natural disaster. Instead, it should be written and thought of as something extra special. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It started off as usual with the boring speeches by the people in-charge however this was overturned by Eow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Ian's presentation which was funny in a sense where it tinged on the basic outline of eac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;h teacher from previous occurances throughout the year and it was hinted with abit of how it was a learning experience and how great AUSMAT was as a whole. Yet, it penetrated some truth, a devine truth of what we held onto throughout the year and apparently what we end up having to let go, too. So sad yet it was imminent from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uYfkT1o6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/v_tD6jZFrrU/s1600-h/2052897780_5aa27366b6_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uYfkT1o6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/v_tD6jZFrrU/s400/2052897780_5aa27366b6_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137367468036432802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;nj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;d the night as it passed before our eyes with the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ound of laughter and random photo shots and us mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Kenny" Kuan Kin Foong's "turn around". The teachers were the ones to thank yet there were too many things to thank them about up till the point we decided to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;with the beat of some cheap crap ass DJ who's main attribute was to slow down and turn the volum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;e back on where he states some bullshit thing abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;t AUSMAT when he's not even in our programme. All i liked about the dancing was not the music but the lighting-the light that blinks every second to show our slow mo fragment movements, so cool-and of course, the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After all was practically said and done i was beefed and so was aiman. So, we headed to AC for a while and got ourselves teh 'o' ais-with the company of sathas who needed a smoke and hanis who didn't come for graduation night. Then we lepak lah. At about 1+ i called it quits and headed home. I'm sure they were there till 5 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was exhausting but nonetheless one of the best days of my life behind learning how to skip and eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;g at a mamak store. AUSMAT was great as it came and as it went. I'm going to miss all my friends but i guess we all will regardless of how emotionally stoned we all are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here are some photos of us during the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uaSkT1o_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RTmkgiglJBg/s1600-h/2052841450_1b096a5a75_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uaSkT1o_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RTmkgiglJBg/s400/2052841450_1b096a5a75_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137369443721389042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uY8ET1o7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/wA1TGCtfyBU/s1600-h/2052890548_f381753ce5_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uY8ET1o7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/wA1TGCtfyBU/s320/2052890548_f381753ce5_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137367957662704562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uZSET1o8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JhGaGB_ZFRA/s1600-h/2052029285_2cfc46fb7d_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUn9ERUC-t4/R0uZSET1o8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JhGaGB_ZFRA/s320/2052029285_2cfc46fb7d_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137368335619826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plainly talking,&lt;br /&gt;izuluzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 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