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Soaring through, through the night.

I support good music. If I don't like it, I'll smash the radio into bits. That's why I'm in Fairfield Symphony Band where excellent music runs through my heart.
And you'll soon to see that I'm a Islam which I do love being one very much. Mistaken me for a Cina, I'll say "Go disappear!" in your face
This is a Online Diary which tells you very little about my life. And if you ever say I wrote sarcasm about you, get a life.
This definitely brings to a point where I enjoy freelance photography, throughout my entire life I took shots at. I own an old D60, Nikon. I'm still working on my skills though, take me out on a journey and we'll have time with our cameras.
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    Inspirations: exquisite♥

    Oh Me Gayzxs
    Date / Time : Tuesday, April 28, 2009 / Tuesday, April 28, 2009
    I've just heard Overture Jubiloso and it's great. Here's a sneak peak.

    Overture Jubiloso - Tokyo Kosei Wind Orchestra

    Slide Show broadcasts the Trombone and it really tests me and my Tromz.


    The Singapore Experience - Hardy Mertens

    This is very fond of him who's from Holland and created a Sg piece. I feel very honoured as a kiasu Sgian.


    Singapore Rhapsody - Movement 1 - Jacob De Haan


    Singapore Rhapsody [Jacob de Haan] - Movement 2 - Royal Norwegian Navy Band


    Drum Beats Instrumental Drumline Soundtrack Other Instrumental 192kbps.mp3 - Drumline
    I think we should play this in our Carousel to broadcasts Percussion section AND to show off ourselves and wipe at the Choir faces. Yeah!
    ___

    To my dear Fatin,
    Aiyah. Hope that post doesn't bothers you much. Cheer up :D Hag, man.

    If I hadn't you all along.
    Date / Time : Monday, April 27, 2009 / Monday, April 27, 2009
    You and me together
    That's how it should always be
    One without the other
    Don't mean nothin' to me, nothin' to me
    ___



    This person is so cute. It doesn't matter whether it's a guy or a girl.
    ___



    (Flo Rida)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Kesha)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down

    (Flo Rida)
    Hey
    Hopped out of that house with my swagger
    Hop in that with girl, I got places to go!
    People to see, time is precious
    I look at my crowd and they out of control
    Just like my mind where Im going
    No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes
    No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role
    I like my jewelry, thats always on gold
    I know the storm is comin
    my pockets keep tellin me its gonna shower
    Call up my homies thats home
    Then pop in the night cuz its meant to be ours
    We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin
    its platinum patron that be ours
    Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers
    Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs

    (Flo Rida)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Kesha)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down

    (Flo Rida)
    From the top of the pole I watch her go down
    She got me throwin my money around
    Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
    Its goin down down.
    From the top of the pole I watch her go down
    She got me throwin my money around
    Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
    Its goin down down

    (Flo Rida)
    Hey
    Shawty must know Im not playin
    My money love her like a numba one fan
    Dont look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans
    My Benjamin Franklin
    A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
    My paper planes makin a dance
    Get dirty all night, thats part of my thing
    Keep building castles thats made out of sand
    Shes amazing, the fire blazing
    Hotter than Cajun
    Girl wont you move a lil closer?
    Time to get paid, its maximum wage
    That body belong on a poster
    Im in a daze, that bottom is wavin at me
    Like damn it I know you
    You wanna show like a gun out of holster
    Tell me whatever and Ill be your roper ..

    (Flo Rida)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Kesha)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down

    (Flo Rida)
    From the top of the pole I watch her go down
    She got me throwin my money around
    Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
    Its goin down down
    From the top of the pole I watch her go down
    She got me throwin my money around
    Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
    Its goin down down

    (Flo Rida)
    Im spendin my money
    Im out of control
    Somebody help me
    Shes takin my bank roll.
    But Im king of the club
    And Im wearin the crown
    Poppin these bottles
    Touchin these models
    Watchin they asses go down down
    down down, down down [this line x4]

    (Flo Rida)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Kesha)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Flo Rida)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down
    (Kesha)
    You spin my head right round, right round
    When you go down, when you go down down

    I find you're sacarstic, bitch.
    Date / Time : Saturday, April 25, 2009 / Saturday, April 25, 2009



    You used to hold the door for me
    Now you can't wait to leave
    You used to send me flowers if
    You fucked up in my dreams
    I used to make you laugh with all
    the silly shit I did
    Now you roll your eyes and walk away
    And shake your head

    When the spark has gone
    And the candles are out
    And the song is done
    And there's no more sound
    Whispers turn to yelling
    And I'm thinking

    How did we get so mean?
    How do we just move on?
    How do you feel in the morning when it comes
    And everythings undone?
    Is it 'cause we wanna be free?
    Well that's not me.
    Normally I'm so strong
    I just can't wake up on the floor
    Like a thousand times before
    knowing that forever wont be

    Always sentimental when I think of how it was
    When love was sweet and new and we just
    Couldn't get enough
    The shower, it reminds me you'd undress me with your eyes
    Now you never touch me and you tell me that you're tired
    You know it gets so sad when it all goes bad
    And all you think about is all the fun you've had
    [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/R8bu ]
    All those sorrys ain't never gonna mean a thing

    How did we get so mean?
    How do we just move on?
    How do you feel in the morning when it comes
    And everythings undone?
    Is it 'cause we wanna be free?
    Well that's not me.
    Normally I'm so strong
    I just can't wake up on the floor
    Like a thousand times before
    knowing that forever wont be

    I know we said somethings that we can never take back
    It's like a train wreck, trying to hit the right track
    We opened up the wine and we just let it breathe
    but we shoulda drank it down while it was still sweet
    It all goes bad eventually

    Now do we stay together 'cause were scared to be alone?
    We got so used to this abuse it kinda feels like home
    But my baby, I just really wanna know..

    How did we get so mean?
    How do we just move on?
    How do you feel in the morning when it comes
    And everythings undone?
    Is it 'cause we wanna be free?
    Well that's not me.
    Normally I'm so strong
    I just can't wake up on the floor
    Like a thousand times before
    knowing that forever wont be

    How do we just move on?
    How do you feel in the morning when it comes
    And everythings undone?
    Is it 'cause we wanna be free?
    Well that's not me.
    Normally I'm so strong
    I just can't wake up on the floor
    Like a thousand times before
    knowing that forever wont be
    ___


    I find the not Derek guy very much like you and I hope I'm not being one. So will you stop it? I won't talk to you neither talk like how I talked to you before until you realise and change.

    Change
    Date / Time : Friday, April 24, 2009 / Friday, April 24, 2009
    I think from today onwards I will not stop blogging. But instead, I will post songs from youtube for my expressed feelings.


    The answer is you.
    Date / Time : Wednesday, April 22, 2009 / Wednesday, April 22, 2009


    "Because You Live"

    Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart
    It's the end of the world in my mind
    Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call
    I've been looking for the answer
    Somewhere
    I couldn't see that it was right there
    But now I know what I didn't know

    Because you live and breathe
    Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
    Because you live, girl
    My world has twice as many stars in the sky

    It's alright, I survived, I'm alive again
    Cuz of you, made it through every storm
    What is life, what's the use if you're killing time
    I'm so glad I found an angel
    Someone
    Who was there when all my hopes fell
    I wanna fly, looking in your eyes

    Because you live and breathe
    Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
    Because you live, girl
    My world has twice as many stars in the sky
    Because you live, I live

    Because you live there's a reason why
    I carry on when I lose the fight
    I want to give what you've given me always

    Because you live and breathe
    Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
    Because you live, girl
    My world has twice as many stars in the sky

    Because you live and breathe
    Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
    Because you live, girl
    My world has everything I need to survive

    Because you live, I live, I live

    ___

    Many many wonderful meanings can be found here while not relating this to relationship problems or whatsoever.

    Susan Boyle
    Date / Time : / Wednesday, April 22, 2009

    NEW YORK (CNN) -- Susan Boyle, who recently performed on the U.K. television show "Britain's Got Talent," has captured the world's attention.

    In case you've missed it, she's a 47-year-old unemployed charity worker who lives with her cat in a small village in Scotland.

    As soon as she walked on stage, the audience began to snicker and roll their eyes. Simon Cowell, the show's host, asked her some pre-performance questions in his famously condescending style, and to the audience's enjoyment, she answered awkwardly.

    She was painfully ordinary, and everyone was prepared, looking forward even, to see her fail.

    By now, if you don't know the story, you could guess it, right? She more than wowed them. She opened her mouth to sing, and, as judge Pierce Morgan later said, she had "the voice of an angel."

    She wasn't painfully ordinary; she was amazingly extraordinary. The audience immediately jumped to a standing ovation and stayed there until the end of the song. The YouTube video of Susan's performance has, as of Tuesday, received more than 35 million views.

    We are riveted, and a recent article in USA Today does a good job of cataloguing all the reasons. We prejudged her by her looks and were fooled. We experienced the gamut of emotions in a few short moments: guilt, shame, vindication, hope. She's a modern-day Cinderella, and these days, it's a wonderful distraction and inspiration to witness the triumph of the human spirit.

    But there's something else Susan Boyle awakens in us as we watch her come out of her shell: our own selves. Who among us does not move through life with the hidden sense, maybe even quiet desperation, that we are destined for more? That underneath our ordinary exterior lays an extraordinary soul? That given the right opportunity, the right stage, the right audience, we would shine as the stars we truly are?

    That promise underlies most successful advertising campaigns: the desire to transform from caterpillar to butterfly. Maybe if you buy that (fill in the blank), people will see you for the sophisticated, cool, gorgeous, talented, lovable person you know you really are.

    But in our less desperate moments, we know we can't purchase that transformation. Although Susan Boyle became an overnight sensation, hers was not an overnight transformation. She's been practicing singing since she was 12. In her case, overnight was 35 years.

    It's easy to admire Susan. But it's far more interesting to be transformed by her. "There is grace," a friend recently wrote to me, "in being molded by your own gifts."

    To allow yourself to be molded by your own gifts takes courage. You have to be willing to stand there, exposed and authentic, while the audience rolls their eyes at you and sneers, expecting failure. And then, of course, you have to fail, laugh or cry, and keep going until, one day, they stop laughing and start clapping.

    But you can't do it alone. Susan Boyle didn't; she had a voice coach, Fred O'Neil, who worked with her for years and encouraged her to audition. And she had her mother.

    "She was the one who said I should enter 'Britain's Got Talent.' We used to watch it together," Boyle told the British paper The Times of her mother, who died in 2007, "She thought I would win. ... I am doing it as a tribute to my mum, and I think she would be very proud."

    If we're lucky, we have parents who encourage us. Nothing really replaces a mother or father who believes in you. But even if you don't have parents who believe in you, it's important to have someone. Someone you trust, enough that when they offer criticism, you know it's to draw you out more fully, not shut you down even partially. iReport.com: Have you been judged on looks?

    And a good supporting friend even sees through the talent, right through to you. With her mother gone, Boyle still has O'Neil. And recently he said to The Telegraph that he was worried all this attention was obscuring "the real person" he knew.

    "I am concerned about her being surrounded by all these PR people," he said, "that she will not be given the time to sing."

    Susan Boyle is a phenomenal role model for all of us, not just because of her talent or her courage or her perseverance or her supportive friends. She is a phenomenal role model for us because she is us, in all our awkward ordinariness and amazing extraordinariness.


    Although the videos cannot be emmbeded, go to youtube yourself.

    EXTRAORDINARY!


    Diary.
    Date / Time : Monday, April 20, 2009 / Monday, April 20, 2009
    I think I'm gonna start writting on personal feelings in my diary from now on since I can't really trust anyone now.

    I'm gonna make myself LOUD and CLEAR.
    I don't like/love anyone right now.
    For those who are half-brained, that means:
    I don't like/love him.

    Clear enough?!
    Ass Farts.

    I only said he's cute but somesome had to make the fake thing up and say that I like him.
    Childish enough!

    Now I'm just feeling heart stonned.
    Nothing can ever make my head change.

    What a day,
    Date / Time : Thursday, April 16, 2009 / Thursday, April 16, 2009
    Today was a very moody day for me.
    Why?
    Don't ask me cause you are causing it.
    Frigging hate you.
    ---
    Jealous or sad because of it?
    I think both.
    It's frigging alright, Zahiya. Take your time.
    You're maybe denying the fact, but I don't know.
    Why?
    Because I don't have the proofs I need.

    Togetherness.
    Haizz.

    Maybe I'm using my Teddy Bear's name to cover it all up.
    Maybe I'm just not ready to let you go.
    Maybe I'm selfish.
    Just maybe.
    ---
    Damn 2.4km running today.
    Made no efforts but made failure.
    Thank you, Fatin:)

    Excuse me, plOx
    Date / Time : Tuesday, April 14, 2009 / Tuesday, April 14, 2009
    Attention, attention: Anyone out there knows where to get acoustic guitars in Singapore?
    Will gladly love you:)


    Photo Shhot
    Date / Time : / Tuesday, April 14, 2009
    I so wanna take many many pictures with my Teddy Bear very badly. Cause I say it's cute to the Gilerness!

    No.
    Date / Time : / Tuesday, April 14, 2009
    Never!I missed you but not now. I really do miss you but it wasn't that easy. Well, good luck with her. Missed xoxo

    NigaHiga
    Date / Time : / Tuesday, April 14, 2009

    Like for real.
    Date / Time : / Tuesday, April 14, 2009
    Damn it, man!
    When you have new shoes, and what do you do to the old ones?
    Throw it away, right?
    And wonders how the "used" pair feels?

    It feels like you're useless and just felt like "Hey! I could just use a simple repair only."
    I'm so pissed. And I'm feeling what the old shoe feels.
    Damn man!
    I hate you so much right now.

    Whenever you passed by or I passes by, I feel so much of hate from you.
    Never do I want to say "Hi" to you anymore.
    Never.

    Oh. And whatever I wrote here, it's just a simple Read between the lines.
    For instance, I could say..
    Butt.
    Got left and right, right. So based on the text, I could give "I love my butt."
    It actually meant " I love my friends that are besdie me currently."
    Make sense?
    Yes, it does.

    ---
    He is like a damn cute, can?
    Cute Giler!
    Cute madness!
    Tak boleh angkat sey!
    Cannot take it sey!

    Henderson's Waves, Hort Park Pictures.
    Date / Time : Saturday, April 11, 2009 / Saturday, April 11, 2009









































































































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