Happy Birthday Dad!
I can't remember his age, mid 40's I think.
He's been an huge inspiration to me.
Studies wise, attitude wise, and all sorts of wise.

It's been quite a boring week, very boring.
This coming week will be very interesting, hopefully.
NAFA - Monday & Thursday 7pm-10pm
NYP - Thursday & Friday 9am-4pm
Primary School class reunion - Saturday 12pm
Clique BBQ - Sunday 4pm

Ah, a week filled with activities and studies,
Quite a combination after my secondary school days.
Looks like I need to stock up on films again, money!
I think/presume that my HOLGA 135BC will come in soon, tell me you did.

Getting the hang of lomography, all that lomo stuff.
Apparently I've just poisoned my classmate with my holga.
Hahaha! I do have influences on others.

Hmmm, I need to write to my mom about my quotation,
For school, daily expenditures, films and their developing.
Time to put the gear into full throttle.
Let's go hardcore!


These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.

Somehow I'm looking forward to maths lessons.

Got back my first colour slide film from Triple D.
Cross processed and scanned.
I pretty happy with my first colour roll,
Previous rolls of black and white films turned out average.
And I've started my own Flickr pool.
Took me quite awhile to upload them.

I'm still having trouble uploading my pictures to LOMOTION.
They turned out too small to be seen.
I found a job, hopefully can get it because school starting soon.
Need the cash to support my lomography stuff and bills.

Shots from that day, which day?
Bernita has some of the pictures.














The battle's over,
My heart moves on.
Stood and took the arrows,
That cut through my heart.
I stood alone, I stood alone.

Lazying around at home just sucks to the core.
Apparently I can't wait for school to start, really.
Unofficially, school starts for me on the April 3rd and 4th,
As I'm having Preparatory Maths lessons then.

Once again, sports comes to my mind, rugby especially.
My 4 years of magnificent career is coming to an end.
With hopes of going to the Singapore National Squad faded away,
They send scouts to see the matches played and select you.
Perhaps I shall start a new career, football.

My coach once said, he's now the National team head coach,
Rugby is a hooligans' game played by gentlemen,
Soccer is a gentleman's game played by hooligans.
Drawing much sense from the statement, I agree.

I spend much time with the computer,
Checking out new bands, genres, more of the music stuff.
Inspiration for Face10's up coming originals,
Perhaps even a music video, featuring their new single.


Take each other’s hands,
Look into the clouds,
Such a beautiful song we sing.
Finally finding our own way back home.
Such a beautiful song we sing.


This is a disaster and I can't get past her.
I'm breathing but I can't feel a thing.
I need a cure for this disease,
And holding back won't change a thing.

I feel like taking my bass and a mic,
With Face10, jump on a stage, equipment all set,
And play our hearts out, until we drop dead and die.
I could play till my fingers hurt, my throat sore,
Ears becoming deaf due to Faris' guitar.

Getting high without a reason.
That's a reason I would want to play for.
Headbanging, crowd surfing and moshing
All you could wish for in a gig.

I didn't sleep last night, there was something wrong.
Felt bottled up, so uptight, just wanting to explode again.
Music soothes the heart of man.
Hardcore, Jazz, Blues, Classical, Screamo, Trance.
They're all the same, an expression of how one feels,
In life and in love.


A movie that plays in my mind.
Remembering you helps me survive,
Every day a re-run of the next.
Another victim of the game.
Maybe love will find us again,
For there is always tomorrow.

Shopping yesterday with Bernita and Daphne.
Bought my Vans Classic, finally.

Bernita woke up late today.
Had coffee at Starbucks, Chocolate Cream Chip.
Sim Lim Square, Haji Lane, Peninsular, Bras Basah.
And finally a long, slow and crowded trip home.
Snapped some pictures with my cupcake, lovely.
Quite a tiring day with the girls, I mean really tiring.

Suddenly I have a craving of Trance/Hardcore songs.
Especially those from Enter Shikari.
They're no Shakira wannabes dudes.
Singing in the British accent sounds so stylish, very uncommon.

But when they have gigs or tours, the crowd goes very wild!
Simply accomplishing for a band to see their fans enjoy their music.
Who knows Face10 might even reach their level.

Well, my primary school mates are like slowly appearing.
After like 4 years of disappearance, I wonder have they changed?
The answer would be so very obvious,
DUH! Ahmad Amirul, what were you thinking man?


So now you're gone, and I was wrong.
I never knew what it was like,
To be alone on a Valentine's Day.




His eyes are locked on her,
Her eyes are fixed elsewhere.
He’s confident, but he's not aware,
She doesn't care.
Their only connection, is the silence that they both grasp,
He's lost control, but she’s not aware, of his stare.
Everything seems to intimidate him,
With the strobe lights flashing, her body's jolting.
But cracking, as his eyes, split in two, if only she knew.
The curtain goes down on him again.
Everything seems to be closing in on her,
It feels just like she is being hunted,
But its all right, it's all good,
She’s not aware, of his stare.
We’ve had this date from the beginning.
The curtain goes down on him again.
Who remains when the curtain falls,
Who remains when the curtain goes down?


Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour
By Enter Shikari.

My sleeping pattern has changed alot.
What a time to blog!
Anyways, I went out with Bernita and Daphne on Monday.
I had to send my pants for alteration at peninsula,
Bernita wanted to find DIS for her laptop bag,
Daphne, well, I can't remember. Really sorry

I was early to meet them at City Hall.
Went to NYP to drop my enrollment forms and all that.
We had coffee from Starbucks, Caramel Frappucino.
Walked for quite long to reach Muhammad Sultan Road.
Checked at an Internet kiosk, it was like 2 streets down.
City Hall, Clarke Quay, Bugis, City Hall and finally to Clarke Quay.
Hell, was a freaking tiring day man!

Had a pretty, I mean damn bloody long conversation.
From like midnight to 4am, the same day.

6-6 has a class reunion during April 5th.
Well, it was about time we had one, I nearly forgot about primary school.
All the things I did, stupid and smart.
Hopefully I can remember them, its been 4 years,
And I haven't change in looks yet.


His eyes are locked on her,
Her eyes are fixed elsewhere,
He’s confident, but he's not aware,
She doesn't care.

Ah, Soccer@TheCage was simply awesome.
I headed there with the Lomotion guys, met them at kallang mrt.
Made friends with them, nice bunch of guys.
Had like chats with them and they were like asking,
What's your nick and your name?
What cameras you use?

Its been quite awhile since I played soccer.
But for that long, I was ripping down the left flanks,
Creating chances and indeed score goals.
There was like an imbalanced side, 6 vs 7 or vice versa.
Gave away the opener, we were like losing by 1 goal.
Somehow with luck we pulled back and the goals kept coming.

Finally the 15 of us were split into 3 teams of 5.
My team was considered the old man team, being the youngest at 17.
It was an honour to play for TKG, ymmij, koki and another guy.
Can't remember his name or nick, but I think his name is mick.
Lost like 2 games and won 1, I scored both goals for that win.
Scored 1 for the final game but lost due to an own goal.
Absolutely amazed by the way I played, NYP trials here I come!

Finished around about 8 plus.
Bathe and chilled at Old Airport Road for makan.
Was damn broke but TKG kindly offered $3.
I was reluctant to accept at first but was force by him.
Thanks man, really appreciate it.
Left around about 10, was damn bloody tired.

Well, I've decided to follow them on their new outing.
Hopefully I can go, they're a fabulous group of people.
Somehow I feel very belonged in the Lomotion community.


Keep your eyes focused this time,
Keep us in front of your sights.
I've waited long for this, now its our time for bliss.
I just hope we have the time.

Hi my name is Amirul but people call me Ahmad.
An inspiration from Faris Daniel. Thanks man.
A topic which needed much clarification.

Its been awhile since Amirul was being called out.
Ahmad was my so called often used name during secondary days.
Well, its still my name of course.
My primary school mates knew me by Amirul more so then Ahmad.
Now not many people call me Amirul,
Due to the difficulty in pronunciation, or so I think.
Aa-me-rule pronounced dictionary style
You can't obviously blame them.
Lack in the mastering of the tongue, hah!

I'm quite used to being called Ahmad or Amirul.
Somehow I response faster being called Ahmad.
But I still do wish people to call me Amirul,
Even though I'm very fine with both.

I plan to revert Amirul back instead of Ahmad,
For my polytechnic year, which hopefully will be exciting.

An example

Hello my name is Ahmad Amirul.
My given name is Amirul, but people call me Ahmad.
Oh, so what do I call you, Amirul or Ahmad?
You can call me Amirul or Ahmad, but preferably Amirul.
But Ahmad's fine too.

But please pronounce it properly

I wandered in on my own that day.
Now I'm exhausted from that miracle.
Excitement chills my veins.
Go through this all for who?

Finally one of my missing primary school friends has been found.
Well, quite amazing actually.
I didn't even know some of my primary school friends has blogs.
It's been quite awhile since I've seen them all.
I wonder if she can remember me? Hahaha!

Well, caught up with Jeg and Faris yesterday.
Bowling and pool, wasn't that on-form to play.
But heck man, had a fun time with them.
The initial plan was to go jamming,
But Calvin who had somethings on, we had to postpone.

Today's my last lesson in the darkroom in school.
The art of old school, like drugs to me.
Once you pop, you can't stop!
I still need to service my dad's Minolta.
Apparently I have to cram another 3 more pictures later,
And I need to wash another 2 films.
Race against time, 3 hours.


Well here go my big plans,
To build up this fortress into the clouds.
It's made up of my love,
And my heart and my blood.
We'll make it out.

Somehow lomography can't seem to get out of my mind.
Firstly get a Holga 135BC.
Secondly a Fisheye 2.
Finally the mothers of all lomo cameras, The LC-A+.

They're like heroine, drugs.
Once you try it, you can't control yourself to have more.
Any boy I really like this feeling, makes you high.
But all these things need money, the stuff you use to pay things.

Bernita forced me out of my house to follow her and Joshua.
She KINDLY treated me for makan.
I appreciate the food darling, really
Josh was playing with his DSLR.
I felt so intimidated by the likes of an SLR.
Had a chocolate cream chip Venti at Starbucks,
Unfortunately they had no chocolate chips.
Chit-chat about school and stuff.
Train home with Bert, and all the way, home sweet home.

Done all the medical checkups, paid the fees.
Only left a new passport photo and hand up forms to NYP.
And get my laptop from school.
Amazingly I'm having maths lessons on April 3rd and 4th.
Maths, the only time I pass this goddamn subject, OLEVELS.
And there's like A Maths in engineering.
Well, I plan to like study maths everyday for around about 3 hours,
Like during the O'levels period, practices were fun man.

I feel that Face10 is on the breaking point.
It faced by an unexpected 4 way split, and it struck hard.
Faris to Innova JC,
Jeg to St Andrew's JC,
Calvin to Ngee Ann Poly,
And ME to Nanyang Poly.
Obviously I'm not about to give up on the band just yet.
Well the four of us has their own role to play in the band.

Faris, the guy who always get bullied by Jeg and sometimes by us. The guy who's willing to do a drastic change in the songs we play, not afraid to venture into the unknown, apparently without knowing either. The suppose to be the frontman, but then backed out. The soul of the band.

Calvin, emotion. Just full of emotion. Plays with his heart, mind and soul, for the love of music. Does all the funny things and including the gay thing too. Somehow he seems too mature for his age. And yes, sometimes we hate and love it. A friend you never want to lose. The mind of the band.

Jeg, the man whose okay with almost everything. Views from him are sometimes irrelevant, similar to Calvin, but in his own ways. Drummers march to their own beat I have to say. The cool and composed guy in the band. His style, his way. The body of the band.

Ahmad, the guy who is willing to do what he needs to do. The daredevil, steps up to the challenges. To sing and be the frontman, well that was not an option. The driving force of the band, the link. Simply simple and plays for the loved-ones. The heart of the band.

These are my views, they maybe biased.

How I would dream for us to play around the world.
Touring with Alesana, Silverstein, A Vacant Affair.
So many more, locally and overseas.
Albums and music videos of our own originals.
How I can dream and wish to never wake up.


I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry,
But it always comes out wrong.
I think a part of you still loves me,
Even though we're moving on.

Toy cameras float around in my empty mind.
Simply can't have enough of them.
Holga 135BC, LC-A+ and Fisheye2
God, think of all the money I'll be spending.
All the things that can be done, vintage style.
Old school totally owns new school.

I swear if only I had the money!
Somehow I get confused about the 36 or 24 clicks thingy.
Shot 3 rolls using the 24 clicks method.
We'll see how it goes.
I haven't blog anything interesting yet.
Time will come soon.

Washing my rolls today in school, see how it goes.
If they turn out great, great's not the word to use.
If they're BEAUTIFUL, I shall go full hardcore throttle!
I need to fix my dad's Minolta X-300.
MY CUPCAKE is a leap year baby!


The words are coming, I feel terrible.
Is it typical for us to end like this?
Am I just another scene,
From a movie that you've seen 100 times?

You said hi you wanted to talk about,
The things that you should know.
I never meant to run or hide,
I just didn't think it was time for you to know.
I'm stuck at the crossroads I'm waiting to choose,
I'm hoping it won't lead back to you.
The journey is over, our time is up.
Just give it up.

So where do we go from here or end,
We're never lovers, more than friends.
Please take your shirts,
Your smiles aren't working, no more.

Before you go I just want you to know,
I burnt all the things you wrote.
I never meant to let this pass,
I just didn't think that this happiness will last.
Come take a look at these tired eyes,
Believe me I cannot even cry.
If I could I would,
So tell me if I should.

So where do we go from here or end,
We're never lovers, more than friends.
Please take your shirts,
Your smiles aren't working, no more.
This has to go, this has to end.
We're never lovers, more than friends.
Please take your shirts,
Your smiles aren't working, no more.

You wouldn't mean a thing to me anymore.


How About Enough
By A Vacant Affair.

You take my breathe away.
But I'll never can taste your lips,
As fate keeps me locked away.
I must close my eyes to see your face.

Emptiness has darkened my eyes,
As I hopelessly beg for my life to end.
Tell me why?
My iron eyes tell the tale.
Heroes always pay in their blood,
I can be only this.


I shall wear a t-shirt that represents each day.
Monday to Sunday, including holidays.

Eyes are closed but he's still awake,
His last breath is your's to take.
Favorite picture on the wall,
Don't lose hope.

They said you were gone.
But I know better you'll be waiting,
You'll be somewhere waiting.

When you think you've lost it all,
Time will tell it's story.

Hands are trembling and he's trying to speak,
He sits up and he says to me.
When I leave it won't all be done,
Just carry on.

They said you were gone.
But I know better you'll be waiting,
You'll be somewhere waiting.

When you think you've lost it all,
Time will tell it's story.

I won't forget the life you showed me.
I won't forget the life.


Somewhere Waiting
By Take The Crown.


I'm going to go wear designer printed-tees to school.
Designed by yours truly.

One thing I will do when I'm in NYP is to gather all the rugby players,
Make a team, enter the POLY-ITE League and have the time of our lives.
If that ever happens.
Hopefully there are rugby enthusiasts in NYP.
Such big responsibility to hold as a freshman.
To keep my rugby career alive and kicking in a campus with no rugby,
Well I just guess I really have to take my chances.

I really need to get my fitness back, I mean really.
I wonder will it even ever be successful? Making a rugby team?
Maybe some have tried and failed.
Freshman year, can't wait to see what's in store.
To move on, leaving your friends reluctantly, it's a pretty hard choice.
Well at least there's no restrictions, a new start I must say.


Nothing is changing,
Nothing is painless.
I'm just trying to save us from me,
Because I don't want to lose you.