<?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-9024342042673215841</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:46:04.759+08:00</updated><category term='Personal demons get stronger everyday.'/><category term='Love-medicine'/><category term='Movie marathon anyone?'/><category term='how true your friends will be?'/><category term='Beware'/><category term='14 days left to N levels.'/><category term='Elbriena&apos;s sixteenth.'/><category term='Hanie&apos;s sixteenth.'/><category term='And so are you.'/><category term='How I hope I could go back to those good ol&apos; days.'/><category term='All She Ever Wanted'/><category term='Valerie&apos;s nineteenth.'/><category term='Help me.'/><category term='My stand.'/><category term='Please keep Paravestacy clean while I&apos;m away.'/><category term='Without warning siak Rad.'/><category term='Big D.'/><category term='Sixteen.'/><category term='Raimi&apos;s 16th.'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='I&apos;m out of my mind.'/><category term='Thank God it&apos;s Me Washing Dirty Linen.'/><category term='So close but so far away.'/><category term='Back'/><category term='FB is taking ages to load.'/><category term='How could this happen to me?'/><category term='Dead Terrorist.'/><category term='Many many pathetic fallacy-s.'/><category term='Ground-shaking mess.'/><category term='Where no one even know.'/><category term='OMGRAD REPORTS.'/><category term='Love will find your way.'/><category term='Hug me all you want baby.'/><category term='Jiwangkiak.'/><category term='I&apos;M NOT A GOLD-DIGGER.'/><category term='YOUR MARRIAGE IS NOT YOUR CHILDREN&apos;S FAULT'/><category term='Stuck between 2 crushes.'/><category term='Nick Vujicic'/><category term='Rohani&apos;s chemistry and Molecules'/><category term='Shopping list'/><category term='Tribute.'/><category term='Another annoyingly short post.'/><category term='And then there were 11 again.'/><category term='The sky is dark today.'/><category term='HP6'/><category term='For Bia.'/><category term='Tell me.'/><category term='This girl/boy has no life but only an online one.'/><category term='BUT YOURS ALONE.'/><category term='Offline.'/><category term='hot and cold'/><category term='I need love.'/><category term='Old photos with Babes and Dudes.'/><category term='Farah and Suhaimi'/><category term='Yearn for you.'/><category term='Patrick Redmond.'/><category term='double-love'/><category term='My Shuffler.'/><category term='Let&apos;s make love.'/><category term='sayang-sayang.'/><category term='rebirth.'/><category term='30T'/><category term='save me.'/><category term='i found out.'/><title type='text'>Don't play cheap with your heart.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3279896760102762451</id><published>2011-06-06T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:48:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She morphed into The Wicked Witch of the West.</title><content type='html'>Right now at this moment, I need a place to stay because I can't take it living with sickening &amp; unmannered people (and children!) With the exception of my step-sister, step-dad &amp; my mum. Besides, I've never felt ''as one'' with them except for some of the times. &lt;i&gt;Kau nak cakap aku ni tak betul? Dengar-dengar anak-anak kau sume ade cara?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my eldest step-sister told me to leave because she can't take it anymore &amp; I was like, &lt;b&gt;''By me leaving, she could live as per normal? I don't get it.''&lt;/b&gt; Seriously, whatever to her. _|_ you plus your husband are very fucked up anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fyi, she has been calling guys from overseas every night behind her husband's back &amp; her husband hasn't caught her. Yet. Is he stupid or dumb or just plain slow? I wouldn't want to curse her family but maybe it's true what they say - biological siblings &amp; step-siblings are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just explode &amp; cry right now but I won't waste a single mother-f*ckin' tear on someone who doesn't appreciate me. She + her husband + four children can just eff off from this world. I can't take it living with them. Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I can't possibly go back to Dad's place. Not like this. I'll be back to square one. And I have to start all over again. Dad's naggings, &lt;b&gt;Cruella De Vil's&lt;/b&gt; tauntings &amp; more. Can I have a brain-washing power right now? Like please. I need a solution. But what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3279896760102762451?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3279896760102762451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-morphed-into-wicked-witch-of-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3279896760102762451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3279896760102762451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-morphed-into-wicked-witch-of-west.html' title='She morphed into The Wicked Witch of the West.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1892240503230483058</id><published>2011-06-06T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:25:57.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about you, my two friend(s).</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I should say now after our last phonecall. You said to me not to post anything on Facebook but actually, you did talk about me. I won't say how I found out. But I'm tired to entertain this childishness of yours. As long you're happy with your clubbing-working life, I'm fine with it because I'm having fun with my life although there has been some things that pull me down. Because I don't really give a damn about what you think of me. I'm just disappointed in you for saying that you didn't trust me since the first day we became best friends. Whatever, really. Now I know who my real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear boy, I know you have some problems with your ex but it's time to let go &amp; erase all traces of the evil ex. He's threatening you &amp; you must do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's officially 1 week &amp; 5 days to the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1892240503230483058?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1892240503230483058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-about-you-my-two-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1892240503230483058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1892240503230483058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-about-you-my-two-friends.html' title='All about you, my two friend(s).'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1903763005990745408</id><published>2011-05-31T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:36:03.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward.</title><content type='html'>Most of my friends asked me - ''What do you mean by 6 days more?'' Let me tell you this. Within 6 days more, I'm gonna open the stitches &amp; that means I can shampoo that area. I hope it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who wished &amp; prayed for my speedy discovery, I thank you so much &amp; I appreciate everyone of it. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1903763005990745408?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1903763005990745408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1903763005990745408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1903763005990745408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5017772099650390871</id><published>2011-05-30T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:49:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>I lost my stuff in the house &amp; I don't make noise. It's not as if the other children are angels you know. Fine, make me the black sheep but I know one of your &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; took &lt;b&gt;2 of my necklaces&lt;/b&gt; &amp; my &lt;b&gt;VS Love Spell Shimmer Mist&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people think about me now. I seriously don't. I hate it so much when the adults think &lt;b&gt;Tall&lt;/b&gt; is innocent. He friggin' sold my nephew's PSP without his permission. Now who's the bad guy? On the other hand, I'm doing great despite my head being hit by a bottle by some matrep wannabe. Currently I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5017772099650390871?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5017772099650390871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5017772099650390871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5017772099650390871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8147554862238468202</id><published>2011-05-22T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:57:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note To All My L♥vely Readers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/185996_1052892050_7882619_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T BE UPDATING MY BLOG UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M CURRENTLY DESIGNING A NEW BLOGSKIN &amp;amp; VERY BUSY WITH LIFE, SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO CHECK BACK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="messageBody"&gt;♥, RADH ZVONAREVA  ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9024342042673215841-8147554862238468202?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8147554862238468202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-all-my-lvely-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8147554862238468202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8147554862238468202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-all-my-lvely-readers.html' title='A Note To All My L♥vely Readers.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5168879590364018809</id><published>2010-08-05T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:03:48.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new enemy, great ol' lies.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever like someone just because of their personality, but the person you like is impossible for you to get? And have you ever heard his lies? You spotted the lie, but you let it be? I know I have. It's difficult to explain why we choose to ignore, and not confront. Maybe it's because we don't want that particular someone to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why on earth I still love that person eventhough that particular person lied to me. Whatever. I'm trying to enlighten myself. Get out, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5168879590364018809?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5168879590364018809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-enemy-great-ol-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5168879590364018809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5168879590364018809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-enemy-great-ol-lies.html' title='A new enemy, great ol&apos; lies.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8880463101002686290</id><published>2010-08-04T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:03:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia.</title><content type='html'>Finally back to blogging. I really got nothing to blog about. Oh wait, lately, I've been sleeping late. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Shall update about it more soon. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8880463101002686290?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8880463101002686290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8880463101002686290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8880463101002686290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8740571338032284977</id><published>2010-06-30T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:00:48.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle of Jake.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been drinking my heart out. My only way to get high &amp; lately, I've got no mood too attend dance practices most prolly I'll blame the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy with love while I'm right here blogging. Who cares anyway. Psycho, I don't if I should tell you what's been on my mind lately. I think I'm giving up on what I really love doing; &lt;b&gt;dancing&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know why but I got the gut feeling. And the feeling is strong. Sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8740571338032284977?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8740571338032284977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/06/bottle-of-jake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8740571338032284977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8740571338032284977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/06/bottle-of-jake.html' title='Bottle of Jake.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3408060528356323174</id><published>2010-05-28T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:52:03.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shasha's 18th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:crosshair; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/S_9LqKv5UAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/EE42oQfWq-8/s320/DSC03854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476178859717644290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to besty Shasha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3408060528356323174?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3408060528356323174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/shashas-18th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3408060528356323174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3408060528356323174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/shashas-18th.html' title='Shasha&apos;s 18th.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/S_9LqKv5UAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/EE42oQfWq-8/s72-c/DSC03854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1986953207072655517</id><published>2010-05-12T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:42:28.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Mum's Day.</title><content type='html'>Last year, my mum was diagnosed with stroke &amp;amp; diabetes. Now, she's happily walking (slowly) with her walking stick. I thank all your prayers &amp;amp; Alhamdulilah she is getting better. Although she may not be there when I achieve something good, she's still my mother. Despite the old history of what happened to my family. I love her so much, although I don't say it. But I do feel it. If I were to have a wish, I would want to be by her side at this point of time. I love you, mum. I met her yesterday at Geylang to have dinner &amp;amp; man, she knows that I'm an avid foodie now. I only have one mother, and it's Madam Aini Bte Ridzwan. I'm so happy I got to see her both in my dreams &amp;amp; when I wake up. I will never stop praying for her. Like she never stop praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home side, it's okay. Going for NS medical check-up this coming friday. Wish me all the best. I wanna get police for my NS. Well, a boy can always hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, is my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1986953207072655517?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1986953207072655517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-mums-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1986953207072655517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1986953207072655517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-mums-day.html' title='Belated Mum&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3381782670568005481</id><published>2010-05-03T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:09:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a very, very, very busy boy.</title><content type='html'>I don't have time to Facebook, Tagged or Blog. So I'm taking this opportunity to at least write something. Blog's dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3381782670568005481?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3381782670568005481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-very-very-very-busy-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3381782670568005481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3381782670568005481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-very-very-very-busy-boy.html' title='I&apos;ve been a very, very, very busy boy.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2526507993663506132</id><published>2009-10-13T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:05:58.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug me all you want baby.'/><title type='text'>Guilty? For a kiss? And why?</title><content type='html'>Someone was kissing someone. And then that someone felt guilty. Then I was so blank, why be guilty? I'm seriously lost. But I like that person. Then again, &lt;b&gt;Alyv&lt;/b&gt; told me try not to give high hopes to love so you won't end up heart-broken. BAM! Right in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people just started their love story. As for me, I just ended my love story. Nope, no happy endings. Happy endings happen only in Fairytales. This is reality. Keep on dreaming. And you'll achieve what you've ever dreamt of. Dreaming is okay, but don't forget to wake up &amp;amp; work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a good day. But &lt;b&gt;Ms Piggy&lt;/b&gt; was so pissed just because I lost the green card. Shall not evaluate for further. It makes me wanna grow moles on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sex sells at Tagged. Go to mine! It's PCD-ish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear G, I miss you already. It'll be 9 days, and you'll come back. You make me better everytime. And you know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2526507993663506132?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2526507993663506132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilty-for-kiss-and-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2526507993663506132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2526507993663506132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilty-for-kiss-and-why.html' title='Guilty? For a kiss? And why?'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1426141834806064025</id><published>2009-10-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:00:05.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't beat them, join them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt232/raddanoura/IMG0003A-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the &lt;b&gt;Crazy 4&lt;/b&gt; today (minus &lt;b&gt;Della&lt;/b&gt;, of course. Member busy schooling.) Only me, &lt;b&gt;Azee&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Akin&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Syuk&lt;/b&gt;. Talk about our performance last week, like what can be improved and all. We're having a performance this coming 18th, but then Miss Didi have not confirmed the place yet. Soon after, &lt;b&gt;Azee&lt;/b&gt; went home to take care of his brother. Bromance, man. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syuk&lt;/b&gt; told us that he has this crush with a coursemate who is in the same group from his nursing attachment. Standard also, &lt;b&gt;Akin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;pet-potted&lt;/i&gt; giving her advice &amp;amp; opinions to &lt;b&gt;Syuk&lt;/b&gt; so that he won't get heart-broken, like he used to with his 4 exes. &lt;b&gt;Akin&lt;/b&gt; said: "Get to know her as a friend before you start loving her." I say: "Bring her one day during our practice. And I'll give you the green light." I'm just kidding. If you like her, go ahead. But then, don't ever change when you have her, okay? Please? For the sake of Psycho. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as to &lt;b&gt;Shark&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Appuneneh&lt;/b&gt;, it's up to you guys if you wanna "merajuk" because don't think we'll "pujuk" okay. If that's your decision, then we have no say. Wakalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Akin&lt;/b&gt; got the job man. Gah, so I'm back to Donuts then. J.Co maybe? And most prolly, I'll meet &lt;b&gt;Cliford&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Stacey&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Shahreel&lt;/b&gt; this weekend. To you know, enjoy. Jolly goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1426141834806064025?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1426141834806064025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1426141834806064025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1426141834806064025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat them, join them.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7105748898272955561</id><published>2009-10-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:44:16.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s make love.'/><title type='text'>Old pixels, made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/StITk84oiCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JwUm_u9j234/s320/6054_1187952267607_1492342182_490056_3616646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393229455788066" border="0" /&gt;Everyone loves an old pixel made new. I don't know who editted this, anyway, thanks you kind soul. I found this editted photo in my Facebook. So &lt;b&gt;Sarah's&lt;/b&gt; face looked as if she cannot wait to celebrate christmas. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; look like a drunk after-party Paris Hilton with red hair. &lt;b&gt;Indra&lt;/b&gt; the seducing model. &lt;b&gt;Ain&lt;/b&gt; pulak, hmm, just came to shore from Bikini Bottom's Next Top Model. Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To this someone: Yes, I'll find a way for us to make love. So who would be kind enough to sponsor a room for me? Pretty please? Condoms &amp;amp; lubrication. Got it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7105748898272955561?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7105748898272955561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-pixels-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7105748898272955561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7105748898272955561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-pixels-made.html' title='Old pixels, made.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/StITk84oiCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JwUm_u9j234/s72-c/6054_1187952267607_1492342182_490056_3616646_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4255227646703870507</id><published>2009-10-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:41:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's a good kisser somehow...</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping at Festival Park the other night, with &lt;b&gt;Azri&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shikin&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shukrie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Della&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Azroy&lt;/b&gt; since we had an overnight practice. After I was worn-out, I decided to hit the sack. To go to sleep or at least take a cat nap. And then a sweet dream came over me. I was somewhere with &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; and most prolly we were drunk. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; leaned on my shoulder and we started smooching. And &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; is a good kisser man. I can almost feel it even after I woke up. Okay, stop it. Go wonder who's &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I won't be meeting &lt;b&gt;PTC&lt;/b&gt; starting next week, since they already started school. Some has attachments, some regular school &amp;amp; some working. As for me, I'll find a job to satisfy my needs. (Maybe I can buy &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; uber cool laptop, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with someone (it's been awhile since we manja-manja online) before I was blogging. While chatting, I ate chicken pizza &amp;amp; I threw some &amp;amp; fed &lt;b&gt;SH&lt;/b&gt; some. &lt;i&gt;If only you were mine. Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m currently in a dilemma. To pull them back in, or not? I can't believe they said they're not interested! But then again, in life, you can't please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dearest PVA,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna make a comeback. Because &lt;b&gt;Jasmine&lt;/b&gt; needs an art director. To tell you the truth, I'm sick of that position, but it's my forte. Just be prepared for this comeback kid. I'm gonna dominate the classroom. Outside of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 3am now &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Shikin&lt;/b&gt; still have not texted me. &lt;i&gt;Tido kepe beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;b&gt;Psychotomic&lt;/b&gt;, you guys did well for the first performance. But &lt;b&gt;Hizam&lt;/b&gt;, please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D NOT&lt;/span&gt; cock up again for the next one like you did to this. Afterall, take this as a lesson to learn. We're all about to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4255227646703870507?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4255227646703870507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/someones-good-kisser-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4255227646703870507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4255227646703870507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/someones-good-kisser-somehow.html' title='Someone&apos;s a good kisser somehow...'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7363928283245085513</id><published>2009-10-07T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:33:51.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse.</title><content type='html'>My latest favourite song, Ghetto Lullaby by Shontelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm turning into an insomniac!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7363928283245085513?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7363928283245085513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7363928283245085513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7363928283245085513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/muse.html' title='Muse.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-216575382934523994</id><published>2009-09-28T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:29:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Telly.</title><content type='html'>This year is super boring, man. But the tele has been giving me the thumbs up. &lt;b&gt;Heroes, Singapore Idol, Smallville, America's Next Top Model, etc.&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly will plan &lt;b&gt;PTC&lt;/b&gt;'s raya outing pretty soon. So, &lt;b&gt;Amira&lt;/b&gt;, can go your house or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-216575382934523994?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/216575382934523994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/telly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/216575382934523994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/216575382934523994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/telly.html' title='The Telly.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5050683117811288793</id><published>2009-09-20T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:10:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.: K618i 2005-2009.</title><content type='html'>And I dropped my phone inside the deep waters in reservoir. I miss him so much. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this Christmas/Hari Raya, I so want a new phone. Anyway, I'll update you guys on my new phone number pretty soon. Yeah, I lost &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the contacts. Golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the time you read this, the phone prolly had moss &amp;amp; algae on it. Most probably been swallowed by gigantic fishes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5050683117811288793?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5050683117811288793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-k618i-2005-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5050683117811288793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5050683117811288793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-k618i-2005-2009.html' title='R.I.P.: K618i 2005-2009.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5599327970509193379</id><published>2009-09-04T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:47:59.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KABOOM!</title><content type='html'>Out of school, will be joining a new course next year, God willing. I'm not gonna be the  drop-out kids who hang out under the void deck &amp; cause a nuisance. Even if I am gonna hang out, I'll go for dance practice with Dearest People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to life, sort of miss classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, soon before you can say &lt;b&gt;hoo-ha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5599327970509193379?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5599327970509193379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaboom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5599327970509193379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5599327970509193379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaboom.html' title='KABOOM!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8997761478670290875</id><published>2009-08-26T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:20:56.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 X 5 = 10.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, mathematics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8997761478670290875?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8997761478670290875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-x-5-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8997761478670290875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8997761478670290875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-x-5-10.html' title='2 X 5 = 10.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7929576575284133015</id><published>2009-08-04T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:35:16.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crestfallen? Yes!</title><content type='html'>So it's the moment of truth. &lt;b&gt;I was fined $30 for smoking after Chapter 5 that day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't have to pay, now they said they have to.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares. I'll pay. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I was disappointed again. This time, is someone whom I love, alot. And to think that I was so foolish to fall for the stupid sugar-topped words you sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't know what's love, until someone breaks your heart"&lt;/b&gt; - Megan Fox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that in a magazine, I guess she's right. Anyway, I can &amp;amp; I repeat, I&lt;br /&gt;can get over you in a snap of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought this waffle near my place, and it costs $1.70 for chocolate waffle when it's only $1.10 in my school's cafe. I bought it on impulse, as I was hungry. But I said to the 60 cents more expensive waffle: "We'll see who will be begging to buy you. Who knows, in a pasar malam, you're sold for only 80 cents. Hah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the waffle is not as nice as the one in school. Lesson learnt: NEVER BUY WAFFLES ON IMPULSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YkjpZRcXMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YkjpZRcXMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So-called sponsored by 7-Eleven, Singapore Flyer (Location)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nenek dah tak jual keropok. Murukku lah, terus kite gossip-gossip. Nenek dulu minah rep. Jage block yang ade kedai kopi tu. Meh nenek ceritakan macam mane nenek jumpe datuk kau."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rad as Petomyak Bte Petomprek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyv Vogue as Nek Timah Vogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain as Nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yana as Gayah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 more days now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cucu-s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7929576575284133015?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7929576575284133015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/08/crestfallen-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7929576575284133015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7929576575284133015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/08/crestfallen-yes.html' title='Crestfallen? Yes!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6533286407330872547</id><published>2009-07-29T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:23:51.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise.</title><content type='html'>I think I've made my choice. It's better that way. I'm gonna' work, shut her mouth, if that makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I'm living under one roof with a &lt;b&gt;bitch from hell!&lt;/b&gt; If there is, any other way I could ward her off, is a magical charm. Oh goodness. I'm off to the voodoo shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, I'm not that heartless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6533286407330872547?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6533286407330872547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/compromise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6533286407330872547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6533286407330872547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/compromise.html' title='Compromise.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-614515804243500092</id><published>2009-07-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:01:59.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;M NOT A GOLD-DIGGER.'/><title type='text'>I'm so not a gold-digger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363307864668056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sm5MFj6ZLYI/AAAAAAAAAao/O0WymbbgNSU/s320/Yeaaah(109).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363307013886951970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sm5LUCgXwiI/AAAAAAAAAag/GRg3K-qvFsc/s320/Yeaaah(105).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363306727768611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sm5LDYocWZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QNIFWOYa5lg/s320/Models.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;100% single models. Last day today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented! Can't wait for the after-party man. Can I bring you to the party? I need a date, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9024342042673215841-614515804243500092?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/614515804243500092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-not-gold-digger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/614515804243500092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/614515804243500092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-not-gold-digger.html' title='I&apos;m so not a gold-digger.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sm5MFj6ZLYI/AAAAAAAAAao/O0WymbbgNSU/s72-c/Yeaaah(109).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6761968130101174661</id><published>2009-07-21T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:00:05.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuck between 2 crushes.'/><title type='text'>Rad's an Anti-Gun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361098281818792226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmZye6XEISI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Y3A2SGd0i0c/s320/cw-antm-renee-container_004355-761678-500x667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I was so mean to &lt;b&gt;BTMW&lt;/b&gt; just now during NDP. But what the heck, he deserves it for being a prick. He even dares to he's effing innocent. Come on, do you even know what's the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also scientifically proven, I really love reading about politics. Intellectual demon inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's set! This saturday, my &lt;b&gt;Kings &amp;amp; Queens&lt;/b&gt; are sedated. I miss you guys already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich liebe es, &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lovin' it, &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6761968130101174661?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6761968130101174661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/rads-anti-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6761968130101174661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6761968130101174661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/rads-anti-gun.html' title='Rad&apos;s an Anti-Gun.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmZye6XEISI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Y3A2SGd0i0c/s72-c/cw-antm-renee-container_004355-761678-500x667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4362213372364229590</id><published>2009-07-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:46:46.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old photos with Babes and Dudes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping list'/><title type='text'>Sucker bet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360705571602909714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmUNUKzZShI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DJR3zaHjdtg/s320/DSC03395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rad &amp;amp; Nad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360705348862109122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmUNHNB2ZcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7139vtFdWsg/s320/Gossip+partners.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rad &amp;amp; Zairi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360705133904582034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmUM6sP-1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5N-3dMv9rLw/s320/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farah &amp;amp; Rad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Went shopping to satisfy the shopaholic in me. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Aqua Lenses &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replenish Solution &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backpack &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Cigarettes &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Enough to last me through the week, that is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've heard rumors about me &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Schmuck&lt;/b&gt; in NDP. The worst part, I&lt;br /&gt;heard it from &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; mouth, dicklessboy. C'mon, you're just jealous because&lt;br /&gt;he (your ex-boyfriend) didn't contact you but me. Why? Are you jealous? I must&lt;br /&gt;admit, the way you tell your tattletales to &lt;b&gt;Zairi&lt;/b&gt; is very convincing. Of&lt;br /&gt;course he'll believe you, fatty. Wait a minute, &lt;b&gt;Zairi&lt;/b&gt; doesn't believe you&lt;br /&gt;at all. And telling &lt;b&gt;Farhan&lt;/b&gt; to check my messages, is way to medieval. Grow a dick, for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;Please, I outwitted you. &lt;b&gt;Desperate, fucking prickhead!&lt;/b&gt; Malas aku nak&lt;br /&gt;layan eh orang mcm gini. Yang nak perhatian orang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the foul language. Usually I'm nice. *laughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360707691947018866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmUPPls0ynI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vrItZCObBXg/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet kan? Sweet kan?!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, Indra, we must catch up with each other alright?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4362213372364229590?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4362213372364229590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucker-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4362213372364229590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4362213372364229590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucker-bet.html' title='Sucker bet.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SmUNUKzZShI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DJR3zaHjdtg/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-667061192120772495</id><published>2009-07-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:11:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is not lost.</title><content type='html'>God, fatigue! Just came back from NDP NE 2. So I'll post a quote. And a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; thank you-s to those who wished (last minutes, belated-s &amp;amp; advanced). I thank you all. May God bless you kind souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't contemplate yourself, you're all you've got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-667061192120772495?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/667061192120772495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-is-not-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/667061192120772495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/667061192120772495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-is-not-lost.html' title='All is not lost.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5420929602817804940</id><published>2009-07-14T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:39:43.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarletfever is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358183975545624658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SlwX79eWWFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oFrOUbr4XBw/s320/Rad+%26+Yaya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet &lt;b&gt;Maryam&lt;/b&gt;. My gossip babe. One of the Gossip Folks in NDP. I miss her to the max la. The good news, this Thursday, there's a practice for NDP  at The Floating Platform. Can't wait because... &lt;b&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt; It's not a big deal for me, but it's more like a reunion because I'm meeting the 30T peeps on that day. Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry boys, this girl is &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt;. Just wait. Queue on the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maryam:&lt;/b&gt; Eh, kau tak nak tukar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Tukar ape siak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maryam:&lt;/b&gt; Tukar rokok. Ni rokok aku tak isap ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? But it's menthol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maryam:&lt;/b&gt; Ye tak ye eh. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the man, man! I miss her alot. Including Ish, Sarah, Indra, Farah D, Zairi, Didi, Fiqah, Adlynn, Rin, Rizal, Sapool &amp;amp; Qayyum. I miss you guys like a truckloads of ice-cream. They want a show, we'll give the show! (Considering it's not raining heavily, that is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scheldule is pretty tight this week. Maklumlah, turning 17 soon. &lt;b&gt;Shikin&lt;/b&gt; was like, "Baru masok 17 pe? Whatever it is I'm older than you! Muahahaha!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s: Being young is better than old, &lt;b&gt;Shikin&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Bluek!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5420929602817804940?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5420929602817804940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/scarletfever-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5420929602817804940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5420929602817804940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/scarletfever-is-back.html' title='Scarletfever is back.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SlwX79eWWFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oFrOUbr4XBw/s72-c/Rad+%26+Yaya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7680853882383356972</id><published>2009-07-13T17:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:47:34.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Redmond.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All She Ever Wanted'/><title type='text'>Of house chores that I procrastinate to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons being:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not that I'm a potato couch; I am afterall, quite hardworking in nature. If you give me a choice on a mop or a PSP, I can pick up the PSP any other day. Sheesh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's nothing to clean in my room. Other than cat's fur scattered. That's why I hate to have a black top. The fur sticks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty busy with NDP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And busy reading this awesome book below.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:crosshair;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Slr8lKAZe1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3MmL7JK6DLg/s320/n148070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357872421982010194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick Redmond is my new favourite author. &lt;i&gt;Hoorah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NDP last Saturday was a blast with the others. To &lt;b&gt;Sarah&lt;/b&gt;, I have something to share with you this Saturday. You'll be the first to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:crosshair;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Slr8P8YdgVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1udFTv85syE/s320/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357872057547587922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 3 more days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so watching it with peeps. More than 5 times if possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, maybe I should give up &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; friendship. Sure, of course I do. What's with people hate tagging, really? Just delete the hate-tag, live life. Frilly _____ squat. Hahahaha! Remember when you're just a tiny, little nobody? Who asked me where can you buy skinny jeans? Omg, remembering that surely makes me laugh. What a prick you are back then. Get it, prick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7680853882383356972?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7680853882383356972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-house-chores-that-i-procrastinate-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7680853882383356972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7680853882383356972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-house-chores-that-i-procrastinate-to.html' title='Of house chores that I procrastinate to do.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Slr8lKAZe1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3MmL7JK6DLg/s72-c/n148070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7108101827956988357</id><published>2009-07-09T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:52:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster versus Cockroaches.</title><content type='html'>This is it, for Project Management, I'm choosing Malacca for its rich culture, myths. legends &amp; taboo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7108101827956988357?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7108101827956988357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/monster-versus-cockroaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7108101827956988357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7108101827956988357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/monster-versus-cockroaches.html' title='Monster versus Cockroaches.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6429220988385766530</id><published>2009-07-07T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:24:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only the weak fall in love. The strong survives on their own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got nothing to update. But I really am looking forward to this weekend. YOWZA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6429220988385766530?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6429220988385766530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6429220988385766530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6429220988385766530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4786331630505504780</id><published>2009-06-12T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:38:07.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338907524824066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SjIC6Qfd_AI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-bkdTzaNU7M/s320/DSC03360.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't get burned! SPF 45 or more is needed!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, June has been a great month. Minus the heart-breaking moment I had when I found out someone was &lt;b&gt;unfaithful&lt;/b&gt;. Screw that, I'm moving on. I was pretty broken half-way, but I, myself, must put myself together. They say if love comes around &amp;amp; it knocks you down, get back up &amp;amp; sweep that love-dust away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340922068378546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SjIEvhQFI7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/G_I-AgBTthQ/s320/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;My chums. Love!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/9024342042673215841-4786331630505504780?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4786331630505504780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4786331630505504780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4786331630505504780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SjIC6Qfd_AI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-bkdTzaNU7M/s72-c/DSC03360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2149187382024995695</id><published>2009-06-05T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:56:54.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so not my Friday.</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over. Can't believe I almost gave up on this course due to some problems. Yes, I was pretty disappointed in myself for failing DPH coffeebook. I was aiming at least a C. But I got a D. Guess DPH is not my forte, only VP1. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;b&gt;Mira's&lt;/b&gt; group for the funny film. I thought The Infecters will receive a earful of bad remarks. But thanks to the editors, we did well. It's so unbelievable. On the homeside, it's not as peaceful as I thought. I need a get-away. And fast. It's just in that I'll have an epic fail for COG. Next on my activity list, &lt;b&gt;epic dancing&lt;/b&gt;. I need it to ward off the bad-stress-aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with VP! (To think it's the first module I hated first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emma, get well soon alright? I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have climbed that. Super sorry!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. It's not my Friday today. Not Agi's. Not Stacey's. Not Shahreel's. Not Emma's. It's just not. It's one of the worst Fridays I've ever had in 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2149187382024995695?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2149187382024995695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-so-not-my-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2149187382024995695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2149187382024995695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-so-not-my-friday.html' title='It&apos;s so not my Friday.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7293492470744333205</id><published>2009-05-29T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:50:04.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare to get eye-sore for the rest of May. (Read: Online Exam)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sh9NM9ZyeiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0vB9JYFnugI/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sh9NM9ZyeiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0vB9JYFnugI/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341072568121195042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with everything. The next thing I need is, breakfast. I'm having my exam week next week, so I wish all DAVP-s all the best for the online test. Study hard okay. The least is, we don't have to eat paper for the rest of May. Just read &amp;amp; memorize the notes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a big break now. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7293492470744333205?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7293492470744333205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/prepare-to-get-eye-sore-for-rest-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7293492470744333205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7293492470744333205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/prepare-to-get-eye-sore-for-rest-of-may.html' title='Prepare to get eye-sore for the rest of May. (Read: Online Exam)'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Sh9NM9ZyeiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0vB9JYFnugI/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8406203416016065169</id><published>2009-05-28T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:33:13.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case of Me Vs. The Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At the home front, things have been abit more peaceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the school side,  Miss Piggy is hanging around people. Though she has never offended me directly, (her lack ofknowing how to change the aperture for DSLR and not cleaning up after herself aside) the neglect she subjects her studies to and the verbal abuse she hurls at her classmates have been difficult and painful to watch. So I'm glad she's gone leaving her Darth Vade haircut. Even though we know its only for awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, have your fun Ms P! Don't come back! Lately, I've been spraying phantom fire extingushers towards the sun. It's so friggin' hot. I should kick up a storm soon. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally! I finished my DPH coffeebook. Fashion? I'm doing tragicomipastoral, Belief. Go figure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8406203416016065169?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8406203416016065169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/case-of-me-vs-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8406203416016065169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8406203416016065169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/case-of-me-vs-sun.html' title='The Case of Me Vs. The Sun.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2354851920245244815</id><published>2009-05-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:26:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning tables all night.</title><content type='html'>Life's pretty shagged lately. With DPH final project due date around the corner. Killer instincts are telling me there's chances I'm retaking the module because I missed the class test &amp;amp; I really need the marks for the test so I'll pass. Primaboy gets screwed in school. :O It's nothing new really. &amp;amp; I strictly wanna go dance this week, and there's nothing gonna stop me. Unless &lt;b&gt;Fatcat&lt;/b&gt; brought me to shopping that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my DJ tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come n save my life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2354851920245244815?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2354851920245244815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-tables-all-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2354851920245244815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2354851920245244815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-tables-all-night.html' title='Turning tables all night.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1183863980897470416</id><published>2009-05-21T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:17:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing pains.</title><content type='html'>My head felt as if it's gonna drop soon, due to ultra-headaches &amp;amp; ulcered throat. I can barely turn my head to my left &amp;amp; right. I have to turn my whole body now. Swallowing food is more of a torture now &amp;amp; its been 3 days straight with these. I should get it checked asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 2 days of not attending school, I missed my DPH class test (da irony). Went inside Co-op Shop &amp;amp; saw they started selling Kinder Bueno White! Sadly, due to the terms above, I can't devour on those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I'm not looking hard enough? So what, I'm drunk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1183863980897470416?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1183863980897470416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1183863980897470416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1183863980897470416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-pains.html' title='Growing pains.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7580880637016664645</id><published>2009-05-15T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:30:21.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red + White = Pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDdoT7opmrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDdoT7opmrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now who said I'm not politically aware? Watched this during one of the lectures in VP. It's pretty funny how humans are not free from discriminations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be wondering why I'm up so early today. Well, &lt;b&gt;Stacey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shahreel&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I are at &lt;b&gt;Jonathan's&lt;/b&gt; place for a sleepover/VP1 meet. (Read: shooting this weekend)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoot, I got DPH phase test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7580880637016664645?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7580880637016664645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-white-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7580880637016664645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7580880637016664645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-white-pink.html' title='Red + White = Pink.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1175172264699365886</id><published>2009-05-14T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:25:11.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Ride.</title><content type='html'>Gosh the trip sucked. I kept dreaming about the ones I'm closed with. Classmates, &lt;b&gt;Lepak Crew&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Detonation&lt;/b&gt;.. And it's friggin' ironic. I want &lt;b&gt;Fyfe's&lt;/b&gt; photoshoot photo la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a hair cut. An exotic one at least.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell it's not a big deal. As if watching PCD perform here &amp;amp; a new hair cut &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a big deal. 4 billion people have hair cuts every week. What's the different with yours? What attitude. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1175172264699365886?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1175172264699365886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-aboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1175172264699365886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1175172264699365886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-aboard.html' title='Fantasy Ride.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4419239035368363227</id><published>2009-05-08T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:44:53.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did well, I guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He's such a stuck-up, Rad."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was the remark &lt;b&gt;Fyfe&lt;/b&gt; gave me when he met &lt;b&gt;Mumble&lt;/b&gt;. Prolly he'll fail me purposely, just because I didn't know the slayer is not working. Who cares. &lt;b&gt;Fyfe&lt;/b&gt; looked a little zombie-ish today. It is definitely the look I'm going for. Sadly, the time for my shoot finished when I actually got the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, &lt;b&gt;Fyfe&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I were too distracted cause' we can't be ourselves in there. Another failure for me, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I totally agree with &lt;b&gt;Fyfe&lt;/b&gt; that &lt;b&gt;Mumble&lt;/b&gt; is not only pain to the ears. But eyes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get a clue already. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4419239035368363227?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4419239035368363227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-well-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4419239035368363227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4419239035368363227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-well-i-guess.html' title='I did well, I guess.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2244726108612289832</id><published>2009-05-07T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:01:57.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FB is taking ages to load.'/><title type='text'>Proudest moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;With want for great things, comes great responsibility. With catch phrases like that, I doubt movies will sell. Being sensible is just so mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start dancing again today. That's what I said yesterday. And the day before. But I still have yet to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinators. Leaders of Tomorrow. I think I'll have that as a T-shirt slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thunderstorming outside. Rain is usually a good sign. Maybe I won't burn the flat down cooking my own lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think that &lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt; knows I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't say a thing.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2244726108612289832?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2244726108612289832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/proudest-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2244726108612289832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2244726108612289832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/proudest-moments.html' title='Proudest moments.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3438227071216108689</id><published>2009-05-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:33:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom weights on my shoulder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friggin' need a job asap. Thank goodness &lt;b&gt;Shahreel&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Stacey&lt;/b&gt; wants me to work with her aunt, who's the manager of &lt;b&gt;Explorer Kids&lt;/b&gt;. Why not?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VP1 Project 2 is engaged. Current mission: Find props, after script is done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DPH coffeebook. Theme: Wet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Demons get stronger everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just have to go for lecture tomorrow. No morning DPH for me. &lt;i&gt;*poof!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3438227071216108689?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3438227071216108689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/phantom-weights-on-my-shoulder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3438227071216108689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3438227071216108689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/phantom-weights-on-my-shoulder.html' title='Phantom weights on my shoulder.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-9005863111740047462</id><published>2009-05-05T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:57:42.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the bluest sky, lightning strikes.</title><content type='html'>Stop it. The way you talk, makes me wanna puke. I'm immune. It's not my fault if you're not happy with me. Get a life. Or buy one at eBay. Or Google "How to Get a Life for Dummies". Publish one if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen people, if you're being nagged to (by parents or whoever), the best way to avoid the noises (whatever you call it) is to listen to your pint sized music player &amp; your ear stuffed with that earpiece. Trust me. The feeling is therapeutic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-9005863111740047462?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/9005863111740047462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-bluest-sky-lightning-strikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/9005863111740047462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/9005863111740047462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-bluest-sky-lightning-strikes.html' title='Out of the bluest sky, lightning strikes.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6444648265781862711</id><published>2009-04-28T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:30:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriculation: VP1 2nd Project.</title><content type='html'>Congrats to fellow directors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Khairul&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Guan Rong&lt;/b&gt;,  &lt;b&gt;Sean&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Clifford&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jasmine&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Cindy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Eric&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ming Jie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hui Min&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Ariff&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best. Anyone needs an Art Director, do approach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sayang dudes &amp;amp; babes aku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6444648265781862711?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6444648265781862711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/matriculation-vp1-2nd-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6444648265781862711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6444648265781862711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/matriculation-vp1-2nd-project.html' title='Matriculation: VP1 2nd Project.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4917300695352891370</id><published>2009-04-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:41:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma's Golden-third birthday.</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; dearest's golden-third (53rd) birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki &amp;amp; sihat selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;X-Men fever is soooooooooo in lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4917300695352891370?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4917300695352891370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-golden-third-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4917300695352891370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4917300695352891370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-golden-third-birthday.html' title='Ma&apos;s Golden-third birthday.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4525827514933654245</id><published>2009-04-24T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:56:30.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs a movie date.</title><content type='html'>For X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Whoever la, I don't care. Get back to me via text. There's &lt;b&gt;Will.I.Am.&lt;/b&gt; in the movie. He's playing the role of JohnWraith, a teleporting mutant. It's a must watch people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4525827514933654245?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4525827514933654245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/needs-movie-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4525827514933654245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4525827514933654245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/needs-movie-date.html' title='Needs a movie date.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8658875256835761118</id><published>2009-04-23T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:17:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember tonight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327746674076664898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Se_1X1mbxEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zzlOJS8O8W8/s320/P1010831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember tonight for it is yet another new beginning for always.&lt;br /&gt;A promise like a reward for persisting thru life another year together.&lt;br /&gt;A proof of the solidarity of trust.&lt;br /&gt;A belief in each other &amp;amp; the affirmation of love.&lt;br /&gt;A decision to ignore or simply rise above the pain of the past.&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of the covenant which combined our two souls and yet severed prior ties.&lt;br /&gt;A celebration of the chance taken and the challenges that lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt;For two will always be stronger then one, like a team braced against the tempest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;And love will always be the guiding force in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;For tonight is a mere formality.&lt;br /&gt;Only a commemoration of feelings long held, promises made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;i&gt;in the sacred space of our hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Striving hard to get a quote.. Here's from &lt;b&gt;Aina&lt;/b&gt; if I'm not wrong..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;To love, is not to own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8658875256835761118?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8658875256835761118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8658875256835761118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8658875256835761118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/affair.html' title='Remember tonight....'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Se_1X1mbxEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zzlOJS8O8W8/s72-c/P1010831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7633397291271135570</id><published>2009-04-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:12:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG.</title><content type='html'>Yes! Finally, I've already done my pitch. Kudos to &lt;strong&gt;Mira&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Faruq&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hakim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Khairul, Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;b&gt;San&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; whoever pitched (if your name's not here, I'm sorry) because all your pitches are atrociously amazing. Doubt so I can beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another friggin' fun day. I thought I saw &lt;b&gt;El&lt;/b&gt; when I was chilling with &lt;b&gt;Yati&lt;/b&gt; just now. She looks like her, but &lt;b&gt;Yati&lt;/b&gt; said it's some random chinese girl. Oh well. If it's her, why didn't you turn when I call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.s.: What an odd time to post?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7633397291271135570?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7633397291271135570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/zomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7633397291271135570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7633397291271135570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/zomg.html' title='ZOMG.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8113878075721237930</id><published>2009-04-21T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:22:32.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arty farty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991001453546066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Se1GF5tXSlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3RsiLEyiMlw/s320/Jab+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I reached home at 10.55pm last night, because I was helping &lt;b&gt;Ice Cream Waffles&lt;/b&gt; for their ad. And I was the manager for Jab (i.e. the one whose nails are painted black in the photo) for the day. After all the shooting, we went to East Point KFC to eat. Cheese melts are so nice. Shared whipped potato with &lt;b&gt;Cindy&lt;/b&gt;, the lamest girl I've ever met, but we can click. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on him girls, while you can. Because he's taken. &lt;i&gt;(BOO! I know right!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; He's just here for a sight for sore eyes only. Not more than that. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, at MLC, chilling out with my best-buds. I can't wait to work with &lt;b&gt;Ajir&lt;/b&gt; for the Coke Ad. What's at stake? $10,000. And &lt;b&gt;Salwa Sally&lt;/b&gt; is my partner for the Ad. Double Duos for Art Director. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me why I keep on going home late these days. I said I had shooting after school. When the truth is, there's nothing to do at home besides watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been throwing phantom buckets of water through the phone to wake &lt;b&gt;Suhaila&lt;/b&gt; up decently early enough to make sure she's not late for school. The verdict? She forgot to bring her shirt for SW, but brought &lt;b&gt;Siti's&lt;/b&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Remember tonight for it is yet another new beginning for always..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8113878075721237930?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8113878075721237930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/arty-farty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8113878075721237930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8113878075721237930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/arty-farty.html' title='Arty farty.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/Se1GF5tXSlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3RsiLEyiMlw/s72-c/Jab+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7699541118642916566</id><published>2009-04-20T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:04:44.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just in....</title><content type='html'>Texted &lt;b&gt;Mira&lt;/b&gt; when A class got the news. And it's just in that... &lt;b&gt;PITCH WAS RESCHELDULED UNTIL WEDNESDAY!&lt;/b&gt; The catch? Mr Boi is still on course &amp;amp; he told Mr Nic to rescheldule it because he wants to see how we improve, that kinda thing. When &lt;b&gt;Mira&lt;/b&gt; got the message, she passed her phone to classmate 1, and then &lt;strong&gt;Erwin&lt;/strong&gt; grabbed that's how the news got spread out. My personal demon felt like pulling my hair. Because I have to do shot list. I was like, wtf, shot list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm 50:50 to be a director. I don't know if I can cope if I AM the director. Any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Editted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how fake people can be this days. Dude, everyone knows how you make friends. Impress, backstab &amp;amp; hop along to another victim. I'm through with you. The word *** disgusts me. You're like a bitch. But then again, it will be a disgrace to female dogs. There's no word in the dictionary that can describe you. You just wanna be &lt;i&gt;all-that&lt;/i&gt;, but you know you can't. With &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; competing against you, you know you can't win. But why must you do all this? To get attention? From who? Your mistakes are all turning back on me. So what if I'm not in a crew. It's not as if it's crucial for every human being to join one. Yeah, I bad-mouthed my ex-crew, so what? At least I admit my mistakes (at the very last minute) because I can't bear to lie to the ones I love. You're a demon. A demon who's blood-thirsty for love &amp;amp; attention. No one deserves this. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: If you're reading this readers, don't get offended. Unless it's &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. This someone is close to me. He's my enemy now. I keep ny friends close, but my enemies closer. Someone give that guy a wake up call on where he's standing! I guess you won't change, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm lucky enough some of the class A adviced me to stay away from that schmuck. Love you, Class A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7699541118642916566?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7699541118642916566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7699541118642916566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7699541118642916566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-in.html' title='It&apos;s just in....'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-861056839921196001</id><published>2009-04-17T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:42:36.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Antics.</title><content type='html'>The only thing that humans know, second to lies. I made a list about this thing, called &lt;b&gt;Human Antics&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reasons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excuses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, we're all forced to live like that because, we're all human. We have our own stereotypes. Be it selfish, stupid &amp;amp; whatever-have-you. I, myself, have an attitude. You all do. And yes, it's the time of the month where I redeem myself with dear readers to post long so ya'll be happy reading. Those 3 things, are something we all can't live without. BAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone asked me something. What I wanna be when I grow up? Most of you might prolly think I wanna be famous (i.e. according to PCD's no. 1 hit single). But no. I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; wanna be famous. But before everything, I wanna be alive, before I be anything &amp;amp; achieve my dreams. Yet, I have to get my education done before I do so. So yeah, I wanna be me. Nothing can flourish without studies. But maybe, I can be wrong. Unless a miracle happens, that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love red. I don't have to wear red to show my favourite colour. Who cares about what I like. Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truly, madly, deeply?&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it, girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-861056839921196001?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/861056839921196001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-antics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/861056839921196001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/861056839921196001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-antics.html' title='Human Antics.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6650166278519603359</id><published>2009-04-14T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:18:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for 1 week, or two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for awhile. Gonna be on a solo tour. (&lt;strong&gt;Read&lt;/strong&gt;: most likely after the pitch is done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying uber hard that I won't be one of the directors. Or producers. It's friggin' hard work. Selfish? Nope. Not at all. I wanna be soundman. Or art director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Signed, sealed, delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6650166278519603359?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6650166278519603359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6650166278519603359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6650166278519603359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/away.html' title='Away.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1556601591193089561</id><published>2009-04-13T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:56:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another annoyingly short post.'/><title type='text'>Do it well.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally over, and I, obviously can't wait to go to school. Pitch for VP is done. I'll be doing documentary. Wish me all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's doing fine. Don't know when she'll be discharged because she's still doing therapy at the hospital. Get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1556601591193089561?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1556601591193089561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-it-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1556601591193089561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1556601591193089561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-it-well.html' title='Do it well.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-525699006591454668</id><published>2009-04-06T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:03:21.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treble bass.</title><content type='html'>That's how I describe my voice. Talking about voices, I love Miley Cyrus' voice. Sore, but nice. In a way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a crush on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-525699006591454668?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/525699006591454668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/treble-bass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/525699006591454668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/525699006591454668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/treble-bass.html' title='Treble bass.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7177387395192145323</id><published>2009-04-05T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:52:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You minging minger!</title><content type='html'>I already watched &lt;b&gt;Emma's&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;Angus, Thongs &amp;amp; Perfect Snogging&lt;/em&gt; DVD, and I must say, I rate it 3.5 stars. Because.. I prefer &lt;b&gt;Wildchild&lt;/b&gt; to that movie. &lt;b&gt;Wildchild&lt;/b&gt; is more like, the British version of &lt;b&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be grateful, minger. You don't realise what you have until it's gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7177387395192145323?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7177387395192145323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-minging-minger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7177387395192145323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7177387395192145323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-minging-minger.html' title='You minging minger!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8579427919841399360</id><published>2009-03-16T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:21:18.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal with it.</title><content type='html'>If you think putting "what-the-f***" on Facebook, just to get attention from classmates, you're wrong girl. I'm just so bored so I posted this. Why not confront your group members? Wait, I hate your guts. I hate it as much as you think how selfish you are. (Eliz &amp;amp; class A, if you know who I'm talking about, keep it to yourself okay? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rad hates your guts. Seriously. &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Pa&lt;/b&gt; is getting anorexic from taking care of &lt;b&gt;Ma&lt;/b&gt;, and I have to rush to somewhere after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; you asked for my candies.. *melts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8579427919841399360?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8579427919841399360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/deal-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8579427919841399360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8579427919841399360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with it.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4355105858266956975</id><published>2009-03-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:17:30.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done. My last week coming!</title><content type='html'>It's official. My torturing (but fun) days of being an art director has just ended today, 5:29pm. I'm gonna miss the times we had fighting about what they should do, laugh when someone stumble upon something. It's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mum is doing just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4355105858266956975?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4355105858266956975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done-my-last-week-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4355105858266956975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4355105858266956975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done-my-last-week-coming.html' title='I&apos;m done. My last week coming!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1149771072204436952</id><published>2009-03-12T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:27:15.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need love.'/><title type='text'>Unexplainable truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312152340388229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SbiOaJmZsGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/g_EBOZ6djgc/s320/05-10-07_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember the last time I was here. I can't put a finger on the exact term to describe how I'm feeling right now. Depressed? Most probably. Worried? Yeah, that must be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mum last night to ask for cash she promised. I wasn't surprised, Along picked up my call. And she asked where I am now. She told me Mum's in hospital. I asked why, she said that Mum suffered a sickness, called stroke. When I reached her ward, it's like she doesn't recognize me, but she's trying hard to see who I am. I wanted to hug Along and tried holding by tears back. I succeed. But the good news is that, Mum could talk now. And I have never seen such a beauty in Mum when she sleeps. Despite her sickness, she's still the being that made me live my life until today. My siblings &amp;amp; I are just not ready to lose her yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312152636676349634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SbiOrZW_nsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uTc1igu94lI/s320/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now that's Atieq Alien. My sister. My pal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder. Is she actually &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; like that, or is it her time to suffer? Maybe not both. I'm despressed now that I felt as if someone reached out to my chest and pulled my vital organs. She's the reason I breathe. She's the reason I live. You have no idea what it feels like to sleep at night, worrying whether you'll see the ones you love go away. It's hard for me. But I'm standing still. I just decided not to tell my Dad yet. I want him to find out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I still love my Mother despite the fact I don't meet her everyday. That's her. Happy with her new husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Allah Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;please give my mother the strength to fight this. Amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponder over this:&lt;/strong&gt; Is stroke curable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1149771072204436952?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1149771072204436952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexplainable-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1149771072204436952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1149771072204436952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexplainable-truth.html' title='Unexplainable truth.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SbiOaJmZsGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/g_EBOZ6djgc/s72-c/05-10-07_0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7994747310005563881</id><published>2009-03-06T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:14:51.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So close but so far away.'/><title type='text'>The ironic life.</title><content type='html'>How the hell this happen? How did I get there? Note to self: Must meet Val &amp; Pul more man. I'm busy with school that I'm pulling my hairs. Okay, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to type a long post. And then, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me, pour the oil to the fire. True, but Detonation must not separate no matter what, unless one individual wants to. I may lose some people in life, but it's not the memories that matters. It's on how they help me in the past. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty ironic on how I can ask people's number and the week after that, I'm already in love. What the hell, right? I wanna go danceworks 09 but there's shooting going on. Later, will be my time. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hidup kite kan Dek, tak boleh hidung tinggi. Mesti selalu tolong orang. Mane tau, mungkin satu hari kite perlukan pertolongan orang lain. Jangan pernah lupa siape yang ajar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. But where did it all go? I am a good person now. I just know it. It's like a small instinct, you know what I mean. Sure, people can play these skirmish-backstabbing games, but they'll get retribution. So I shall not care about all these stupid games. The main thing is, I still have the ones who would still pick up my calls although they're busy. &lt;i&gt;what am I thinking? You're not coming back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great. School eh? Okay lah, but need to pay attention more since my attendance is dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Ramai yang tunjuk, ramai yang ajar, tapi tak ramai yang mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, I need protection.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7994747310005563881?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7994747310005563881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7994747310005563881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7994747310005563881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-party.html' title='The ironic life.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1637041751539925306</id><published>2009-03-05T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:19:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Cranky at the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are taken away by the shooting for VP1, due to 2 actors backing out but the good thing is, Zurah, Imah &amp;amp; Fad is joining. Excited! With best wishes, I wish fellow dance crew taking part in DanceWorks 09' all the best. What? COG? I feel like giving up already. I lost my data while saving. Screw the computer I'm using man. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stupid module. Why on Earth must we need 3D? I know why, to make our lives&lt;br /&gt;difficult. I don't hate the module. I hate the software. I saved the bloody&lt;br /&gt;thing already, and it's gone like magic when I opened it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm happy, still.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1637041751539925306?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1637041751539925306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1637041751539925306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1637041751539925306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/taken.html' title='Taken.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5019337507179024413</id><published>2009-03-02T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:51:53.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Bad News:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shareel to Emma (including me), got a big &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; for our computer graphics module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good News:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm performing for Momentum (if I can catch up) &amp;amp; NDP 09', &lt;i&gt;Fast Forward&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still taking time to heal. But finally, I can say I'm officially over you. I'm doing just as good as you are. I wouldn't say I'm better than you (obviously I'm lying, right?) but as good as you. Get it? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's 24 days to your birthday. Damn, so long or what..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5019337507179024413?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5019337507179024413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5019337507179024413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5019337507179024413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/03/scream.html' title='Scream.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5028009764010738285</id><published>2009-02-24T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:44:24.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young, to be left alone.</title><content type='html'>We, each individual must not be alone. We need someone in life. There's alot, but unfortunately, you have to let go the ones who left. Although they didn't contact you, it's the memories that matters. Oh damn, if they matter &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much, they would come back, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trusted in &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; and that &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; let&lt;br /&gt;me down. But trust us an intrinsic part of love. Neither can flourish without&lt;br /&gt;the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that phrase from a book I'm currently reading. It's very moral. I don't know who to dedicate it to. Sometimes, things happen that you don't expect. And you do things that you don't expect yourself to do, if that makes sense. And  I didn't expect you to pick up my call. I'm crazy in love. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some thoughts to keep you sane:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Misfortunes are opportunities wrapped in parcels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5028009764010738285?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5028009764010738285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-young-to-be-left-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5028009764010738285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5028009764010738285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-young-to-be-left-alone.html' title='Too young, to be left alone.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3217247136186823887</id><published>2009-02-23T08:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:27:49.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie marathon anyone?'/><title type='text'>Burn the flo!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been learning a new genre of dance, Latin Funk. I didn't know it was my forte. Ms Celeste wanted to polish me in that, when I already have the Apsara fusion dance routine, Ms Jen's lyrical, Mr Cho's hip-hop routine plus the Phillipino choreographer's underground hip-hop routine. And to think I did 85% okay for all. I super cannot wait for May! Performing in RP's Momentum or whatever they call it. Oh, I'm taking elective dance module here in College East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Celeste told us to watch this movie, Burn the Floor &amp;amp; Take the Lead. They're both old movies but it's the only way we can practice the knee-swing &amp;amp; criss-cross step. Not any ordinary criss-cross, but the ones with the hands and legs thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the list of movies I wanna watch this year. Some old, some new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305791602044482690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SaH1WcwctII/AAAAAAAAAXY/rb7l8HiojNo/s200/take_the_lead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792097060705138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SaH1zQ1g03I/AAAAAAAAAXg/L3p30yuZl6g/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305791327915634866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SaH1GfjCcLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gWaGj3okz7o/s200/shallwedance.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305790899694292386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SaH0tkTHTaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lDI1fk8p408/s200/burnthefloor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need someone to drag me to the movies, violently. I wanna watch Watchmen so badly that I'm having dreams I'm a superhero. And it's just in: Emma wanted to drag me to watch Watchmen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuang lah minyak tu banyak-banyak, terbakar nanti rumah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s: COG is booooooooriiiiiiiiiiing! And talked to Kimmy on MSN to cognratulate him and the crew for MDIS (again). And rant about how hot (and i mean it, hot) it is, boring, etc., School, I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3217247136186823887?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3217247136186823887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/burn-flo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3217247136186823887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3217247136186823887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/burn-flo.html' title='Burn the flo!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SaH1WcwctII/AAAAAAAAAXY/rb7l8HiojNo/s72-c/take_the_lead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-4731910442129038424</id><published>2009-02-19T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:42:39.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixelated.</title><content type='html'>It's the new millenium. Just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17284&amp;amp;id=1052892050&amp;amp;ref=mfref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17284&amp;amp;id=1052892050&amp;amp;ref=mfref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-4731910442129038424?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4731910442129038424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/pixelated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4731910442129038424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/4731910442129038424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/pixelated.html' title='Pixelated.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6992553708214303487</id><published>2009-02-18T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:17:32.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRYPTONITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Scream your lungs out and hopefully you choked with you own words, grown-up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my assginment, shooting time and I'm bored. We're supposed to shoot &lt;b&gt;architecture &amp;amp; structure&lt;/b&gt; but I don't know if these few pictures of mine are &lt;i&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Read:&lt;/b&gt; photos up some other day.)&lt;/i&gt;. While my other classmates are outside (Changi Airport, most probably!) doing their assignments (and I expect awesome photos), I'm stuck alone in the school, with my pint-sized music gadget, &lt;b&gt;Riccs&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't wanna be lonely with some Clarke,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can try to save me from love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I rather have your chains &amp;amp; handcuffs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make me your prisoner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywhere, but here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the one with the kryptonite, tonight."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lighten up, I got over you months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you, weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And another you, hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know how you look like now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just remember you looked like chipmunk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6992553708214303487?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6992553708214303487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/kryptonite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6992553708214303487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6992553708214303487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/kryptonite.html' title='KRYPTONITE!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2772624782557162223</id><published>2009-02-15T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:49:19.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the last time I say this, I don't care.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I don't care if you wanna hypnotise my dad with your witch words, go ahead. But don't you think calling me "stupid" is getting too old. I'm oblivious to being called that, because I know, I'm not. I would look for a job, if I wanna risk my life being tired 24/7. Been there, done that. And I myself, know that I'm not that type of person who works &amp;amp; school at the same time. You think I'm nothing like you nephews/nieces, so what? I don't care. I'm still me, I'm having &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; fun then them, worrying about money while people who are in poverty needs them, they save money. Why not donate it instead? I know why, because &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; side of the family is shamefully selfish, arrogant, big-headed and talk-as-if-they're-good-but-they're-not. So listen bitch, if you wanna mess with my dad's mind, fine to me. But think, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; messy &amp;amp; run-down house is still my mum's &amp;amp; dad's property and please shut up when my brother is still paying the bills. All you do is nag, you should go out and play. Imagine waking up at 9AM, and she started what's she's best at: spotting my flaws and nag, nag, nag like an old hag. I dyed my hair black, woke up early and feed the cats before you both wake up. Sometimes I hope they see all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line:&lt;/strong&gt; I totally hate that bitch-step-mother. So what she helped me last time? It's the past and it's her fault for believing me. I never did want her to trust me, at all costs. She's up for sale. Anyone interested? Guess not. And here's payback to all the misery you caused. I hope your nice-attitude nephews/nieces read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note to readers: This is referred to &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; woman who lived under one roof with me. If you got offended, I'm so sorry. Really, it's for her, not anyone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2772624782557162223?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2772624782557162223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-last-time-i-say-this-i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2772624782557162223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2772624782557162223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-last-time-i-say-this-i-dont-care.html' title='For the last time I say this, I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1925017818968130921</id><published>2009-02-14T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:01:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sui Generis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192635157004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SZi5mqoAQEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EgFqZx0CjxI/s320/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Goodbye ugly streaks of blonde and hello big, bold &amp;amp; beautiful black. It's really black, as in as black as tar. Black as a black coffee, black as Britney Spears' brunette score. Why, can't a boy fantasize? Now that entirely black, I can finally stop spraying black dye every morning I'm going to school. Oh, I got no Valentine's date today, but I have lots of people asking me. Like, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, Willy Wonka, Cadbury, Koko Krunch, Honey Star, etc., The best Valentine's date I've ever got in my entire teenage life. Talking about it makes me crave more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolate Fudge Brownie, Kinder Bueno or Cadbury Hazelnut Chocolate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1925017818968130921?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1925017818968130921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/sui-generis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1925017818968130921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1925017818968130921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/sui-generis.html' title='Sui Generis.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SZi5mqoAQEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EgFqZx0CjxI/s72-c/DSC01823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1751655418728342855</id><published>2009-02-13T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:51:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th, people.</title><content type='html'>Superstitious, much? What can possibly happen on a beautiful Friday morning. Only Whites believe in these analogy. Not Asians. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hazierah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I wanna go but there's no one I'm going with la.&lt;br /&gt;And it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone,&lt;br /&gt;you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm looking for 1 female &lt;b&gt;teenager models&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who's height is acceptable, passion for modelling for my photography&lt;br /&gt;assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note for those who're interested:&lt;/strong&gt; Make-up will be provided&lt;br /&gt;(I think) and do provide your own clothes (fashionably you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stars are the eyes of the dead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1751655418728342855?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1751655418728342855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/eep-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1751655418728342855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1751655418728342855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/eep-it.html' title='Happy Friday the 13th, people.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5194668151999196048</id><published>2009-02-11T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:54:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official...</title><content type='html'>That this effing week, is not mine. Seriously not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my one and only moving rubber wax. (It's not my money, my mum's and to think someone who actually steals it, is a moron who can't afford even a hairgel!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Act-Fierce scolded me for being late, because I overslept. (And following a major headache too.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This fever ain't going anywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm losing weight by the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm cranky towards everyone in school. (Maybe some, not all.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm already praying hard that this stupid, screwed up week would end fast. But I'm having doubts that my weekends are gonna be mundane. Firstly, it's Valentine's Day. Golly, at least there's dance on Friday &amp;amp; Saturday and I cannot wait to meet Hana, Heikal, Hirzi, Darren, Lynn, Zura, Hanie, Imah, Lubainah, Nad etc., as they are the ones who brightens my Friday with a kick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is seriously killing me inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no true meaning to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers are suckers.&lt;br /&gt;The one I found are good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And despite this stupid week I'm in, I should thank my lovely classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who always help me out everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5194668151999196048?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5194668151999196048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5194668151999196048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5194668151999196048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7338328489120863861</id><published>2009-02-09T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:31:17.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexcusably, selfish to Sui Generis.</title><content type='html'>Rare occasion called for a rarer still overdrive in full strength.&lt;br /&gt;And everybody was there.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose was noble.&lt;br /&gt;I should've been in school on Friday, but I was sleeping instead due to major headaches &amp;amp; algae &amp;amp; moss inside my nostrils (plus cactus prickles in my throat). 'Till today, it still exist. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faruq&lt;/b&gt; asked me why I attend school today, when there's a fever building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him:&lt;/b&gt; Why you come school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Passion nye pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/strong&gt; Told you I have passion in DAVP! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to submit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) DPH Assignment 2&lt;br /&gt;2) Pitch (The Redo Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not a procrastinator, but something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO CLASS 4C OF 2008!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not enough that we mess our own lives up the past 4 years. We always had to drag the rest of the gang into it. So where do we go from here? &lt;i&gt;I miss you all already.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reel dearest, your pitching is so R21 dude. But still, kinky. &lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When so many are lonely, as seem to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;it would be inexcusably selfish.&lt;br /&gt;to be lonely alone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conclusion: So who's gonna be alone this &lt;b&gt;Valentine&lt;/b&gt;? I know I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7338328489120863861?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7338328489120863861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/inexcusably-selfish-to-sui-generis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7338328489120863861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7338328489120863861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/inexcusably-selfish-to-sui-generis.html' title='Inexcusably, selfish to Sui Generis.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-652073014400548020</id><published>2009-02-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:19:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her slot.</title><content type='html'>The good news?&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about you.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news?&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, why you're the one I'm &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; with when the fact is, we're &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure never stops.&lt;br /&gt;The hatred never ends.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I've learnt throughout this ordeal?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the past, flimsy &amp;amp; mushy phonecalls. Nobody calls to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wouldn't wanna lose a sister like you, babe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unimaginable horrors happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only to bad people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can be self-sacrificing and shield your loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could fight, beg or pray, and they still took you anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may seem fate played a random joke at our expense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to think about it, we already know nothing lasts forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody lasts forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But hopefully, you won't choose isolation to stay guarded from grief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though eventually, we'll leave because we didn't measure up to your standards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or get thrown in jail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or die sooner or later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for as long as we are able, alive and kicking sumbody, I''ll never stop trying to be there for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I was for you tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for someone who's still staying strong, although her future jeorpardise her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-652073014400548020?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/652073014400548020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-slot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/652073014400548020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/652073014400548020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-slot.html' title='Her slot.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-867197064365706150</id><published>2009-02-05T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:11:30.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A public apology for a public affair.</title><content type='html'>And I shall start from 30T, my former crew. I shall not say my Ex-crew cause' they really teach me something, somehow. I also don't know if you guys were to read this, but if you do, please tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for everything. I wanted to pluck out my courage to apologize on that day but I just can't. For sure, I didn't really have a heart to be rude to &lt;b&gt;Siti&lt;/b&gt;. I was envious of everything. I felt wasted. I am disappointed in myself for not really putting effort eventhough I say I did. I know I have too much pride. Too much that I'm turning into a monster that practically hurt or separate people. I'm really sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am. For now, I wanna wish ya'll all the best for the competition and if you didn't win, it doesn't mean you people lost. It's all about having fun with each other. After all, you guys ARE family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to overnight with PVA this weekend. And meeting Pris &amp; Cass too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-867197064365706150?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/867197064365706150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/public-apology-for-public-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/867197064365706150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/867197064365706150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/public-apology-for-public-affair.html' title='A public apology for a public affair.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-8121789928196141404</id><published>2009-02-03T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:26:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Cass &amp; Pris!</title><content type='html'>They were the ones who always laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. All the best to your future endeavours alright? Don't forget any of us. but you can forget Adil. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in MLC. Can't believe I was early (again!). Thanks to my inaccurate timetable. Must update my timetable. Sports &amp; wellness soon! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because whatever I do, I do it with my heart and I don't do it half-way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-8121789928196141404?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8121789928196141404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-cass-pris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8121789928196141404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/8121789928196141404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-cass-pris.html' title='I miss Cass &amp; Pris!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1568632158721064913</id><published>2009-02-01T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:53:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed on this, fornicators.</title><content type='html'>Listen, I don't know if you're gonna read this or not, but I have enough. You don't have to prove it to me. Just prove it to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your miserable life&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am rude. But that's just how I take my stand. If you're not happy with my words or actions, I advice you to stay away from my life. Why cry when there's tomorrow? The least is, I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; desperate to be in love. Maybe I am, but I don't know. I don't hate you. It's dislike. That's the word I'm looking for. I'll be lying if I say I'm still "okay" with you guys. What the fuck, this world isn't fair at all. Bonding? That's just bad art la. Wait, &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; sibling? This ass-hole (the one you talked about), is the one who introduced them to you people but Allah Almighty made them stay. He also can make them go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;b&gt;the more things change, the more they stay the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just tricking your mind to hope for everything's not the same, but better. But the fact is, you are really hurting inside. Deeply, I know you still need me. I just know it, that's all. Don't worry, I forgive you for those filthy words you used against me. And get the facts right: &lt;b&gt;You kicked me out. I didn't left.&lt;/b&gt; Remnants of mmyself is somewhere there. And wanna freeze me to death? With what? An ice-cube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; slut who's not in any crew, you're so not in Rush's crew la for goodness sake. Asswipe. Don't say I'm the problem when you're not being modest about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;You have to stop this thing to prevent conflicts. But then again, siape yang makan cili, dier yang rase pedas. I don't care if you wanna prove it to me. But don't you think it's, what's the word? Erm, proud? Too proud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat on this. Not happy? So?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1568632158721064913?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1568632158721064913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/feed-on-this-fornicators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1568632158721064913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1568632158721064913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/feed-on-this-fornicators.html' title='Feed on this, fornicators.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6664684974017190897</id><published>2009-01-29T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:26:41.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please keep Paravestacy clean while I&apos;m away.'/><title type='text'>Take a note.</title><content type='html'>!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;It's what my keyboard does.&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue. Exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;I don't sleep in class anymore. &lt;i&gt;Whoopee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg, you're so annoying man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring skin. I'm changing it by next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6664684974017190897?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6664684974017190897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-note-people-ill-be-away-for-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6664684974017190897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6664684974017190897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-note-people-ill-be-away-for-awhile.html' title='Take a note.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-844068625191137465</id><published>2009-01-27T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:38:10.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I hope I could go back to those good ol&apos; days.'/><title type='text'>Confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Damn, I'm left with VP1 assignment. Thank God.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you think b*tching about people makes you feel good/gain more friends, be it. As long you don't do it to me or my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm tired of wringing my brains to remember the jolly good times we used to have. Fine, I'm jealous and felt as if I wanna kill you guys one by one because you took someone whom I really wanna grow up with. Because I treat &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; person as my sibling. It's not your fault. It's not mine. It's just destiny, doing what it should. I have to accept this. Accept the fact that I no longer have a place in your heart. Don't just say your heart-s, I don't even have a place anywhere beside you. Hell yeah, I miss you. But there's nothing I can do about it. I used to be one of you, but for sure, if I cannot be found, it surely means that I don't wanna be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighten up, I have to move on although I dislike the situation I'm in. It's my choice, and my choice alone. And I don't hate you. Although sometimes, I do feel the hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else I've got? &lt;i&gt;*thinks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I got everything I ever wanted. I just need to open my eyes &amp; heart to see who's there for me. I wanna get sedated today with &lt;b&gt;Pul&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;A'an&lt;/b&gt;. Bring back those memories la guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At least I saw you today. We hugged. But somehow I wish we could fly to the stars, where we'll be alone. Our fingers intertwine, eyes staring gorgeously to each other.. &lt;b&gt;Don't let go.&lt;/b&gt; How am I being doing? Doing just fine. Living without worries. Can I not let you go the next time?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-844068625191137465?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/844068625191137465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/844068625191137465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/844068625191137465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/rush.html' title='Confession.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2112681644594427683</id><published>2009-01-23T07:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:08:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a verge.</title><content type='html'>Was having double thoughts on things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Should I stay in Class A?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advantage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I know most of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;2) Clicking well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disadvantage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Will sleep on Mr Nic's class due to headaches &amp;amp; late night sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hakim &amp;amp; Farah will not be there.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm leaving Siti alone.&lt;br /&gt;4) I broke Stein's promise.&lt;br /&gt;5) Gonna miss Stacie &amp;amp; Emma's craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Going to class B?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advantage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be in the same class as &lt;b&gt;Phat&lt;/b&gt;, Er-hem!, Azirah &amp;amp; Delima.&lt;br /&gt;2) Classes are vava-voom. Lighter than the one I'm in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disadvantage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Must socialise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be on the verge now. But I'm holding on. My decision is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tepuk dada, tanye selera oi...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll see if I can cope things next week, if not, I'll just move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2112681644594427683?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2112681644594427683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-verge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2112681644594427683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2112681644594427683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-verge.html' title='In a verge.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5393964563615040200</id><published>2009-01-22T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:15:57.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let this be untitled.</title><content type='html'>Cause' I'm tired of brainstorming for titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I should've went to school, but I'm just tired. I tried asking myself why. But it's just that I did not have enough sleep because of things around me. It can't be helped. I'm tired of sneaking in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; house. I'm tired of being sedated when I have a hell of an assignments. Luckily, I've done VP1 &amp;amp; it's left with the DPH assignments. Effing tell me where to take landscape of Singapore? And moving vehicles or humans? I don't know. I need help. Omg, I didn't went school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my DPH assignment!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5393964563615040200?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5393964563615040200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-this-be-untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5393964563615040200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5393964563615040200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-this-be-untitled.html' title='Let this be untitled.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-732540309010241143</id><published>2009-01-12T18:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:44:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My red &amp; scarlet affair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Been eyeing this for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290347994811059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsXeMjpzdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RMkjSve35zo/s320/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290347867586784802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsXWynBbiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/liEOJyFS_98/s320/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290347589361700722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsXGmI_j3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/yOSsCNymhzA/s320/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I don't care who has it, I want it! Went window-shopping with fellow &lt;b&gt;Scarlet7&lt;/b&gt; just now at Tampines Mall &amp;amp; Century Square during lunch. Due to somehow-the-cafeterias-are-flooded-with-hungry-mobs-of-students-plus-lecturers, we decided to eat out. Oh, I had my all-time favourite, Fish Ball Noodle Dry with Xtra chilli padi. After that, &lt;b&gt;Stacie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Man&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Siti&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Farah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Amy&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; are effing lazy to go back to school for &lt;b&gt;Nic's&lt;/b&gt; lesson. Okay, we have Monday Blues. But at least we don't suffer the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290348525222647922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsX9EfoWHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RqGea0N6plw/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This was taken just now at the auditorium. Taken by lovely Chairperson, plus cute-when-she-says-wassupman, we all love your super-adorable behaviour. Thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pathetic fallacy: I hope this is the first &amp;amp; the last time we're skipping &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; class. Pray hard people. You guys may never know he might ask us where we went. Omg, we're busted. I'm praying hard we don't get scolded in front of the class. *whimper* To those who passed O levels, congratz &amp;amp; to those who fail, do not prove to others that it's a failure but show how that failure can be improved.&lt;/span&gt; Weird how this post is all red. &lt;i&gt;Dum, dum, dum..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-732540309010241143?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/732540309010241143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-red-scarlet-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/732540309010241143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/732540309010241143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-red-scarlet-affair.html' title='My red &amp; scarlet affair.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsXeMjpzdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RMkjSve35zo/s72-c/DSC01601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1774212989638534552</id><published>2009-01-11T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:09:29.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazaar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290346668048928162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsWQ9-6TaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hxZ8rhMkAnY/s320/DSC01583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, &lt;b&gt;Big Brother Han&lt;/b&gt; teaches his protegé, &lt;b&gt;Khairul Syafeeq&lt;/b&gt;. Damn, I'm tired. Thanks &lt;b&gt;Han&lt;/b&gt; for the "McDelivery". Beef is good, dude. It's just that &lt;b&gt;Pul&lt;/b&gt; doesn't know how to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9024342042673215841-1774212989638534552?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1774212989638534552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/bazaar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1774212989638534552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1774212989638534552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/bazaar.html' title='Bazaar.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsWQ9-6TaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hxZ8rhMkAnY/s72-c/DSC01583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5182992515779833840</id><published>2009-01-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:05:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our black &amp; white affair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290344081461990290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsT6aMh05I/AAAAAAAAAU4/42quVqVgQNk/s320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Han&lt;/b&gt; went shopping at Topman, Zara and God-knows-what. But the theme is &lt;i&gt;black &amp;amp; white&lt;/i&gt;. For once I wear those two neutral shades. Well, we all did have fun after the competition, which we 3 plus the other 3 (&lt;b&gt;Ilah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Yati&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Aina&lt;/b&gt;) turned out to be late. &lt;i&gt;Sorry, dancers!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290344865769805010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsUoD-FVNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/a2bjAL_piwc/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is the train so slow? I wanna reach Pasir Ris asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ilah:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever. Rad's taking a picture of us Wan! I can't do anything but smile! Ah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290345756254657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsVb5SN3CI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XPvMtv6_oc8/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Reunion nampak, reunion nampak!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5182992515779833840?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5182992515779833840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-black-white-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5182992515779833840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5182992515779833840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-black-white-affair.html' title='Our black &amp; white affair.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWsT6aMh05I/AAAAAAAAAU4/42quVqVgQNk/s72-c/DSC00051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3833135689324906550</id><published>2009-01-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:19:30.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of asterisks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;To those who doesn't get what I meant as asterisks, it's this ironic symbol you use when typing the mushy-kissing smiley. &lt;b&gt;Smiley 101 For Dummies,&lt;/b&gt; press shift + 8. (*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just onlined today, and &lt;b&gt;Someone&lt;/b&gt;, told me that the &lt;b&gt;Guest-of-Honour&lt;/b&gt; cannot make it to tomorrow's competition. As usual, I was saying, so? What does that gotta' do to me. But then again, I suspected that &lt;b&gt;Buttercup Kemp&lt;/b&gt; was referring to himself. But I didn't put my guts down, and I was right. Follow up the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;*pinches*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;.&gt;RuGRaTzzzxxxx&lt;.&gt; ----[c=11]K[/c][c=6]e[/c][c=4]m[/c][c=5]P[/c]---- ______&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;.&gt;RuGRaTzzzxxxx&lt;.&gt; ----[c=11]K[/c][c=6]e[/c][c=4]m[/c][c=5]P[/c]---- ______&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;*steps your throat till' our eye balls pop out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;.&gt;RuGRaTzzzxxxx&lt;.&gt; ----[c=11]K[/c][c=6]e[/c][c=4]m[/c][c=5]P[/c]---- ______&lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;grab my eyeballs, put it back, pulls that thing in between ur thigh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;.&gt;RuGRaTzzzxxxx&lt;.&gt; ----[c=11]K[/c][c=6]e[/c][c=4]m[/c][c=5]P[/c]---- ______&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^ &lt;.&gt;RuGRaTzzzxxxx&lt;.&gt; ----[c=11]K[/c][c=6]e[/c][c=4]m[/c][c=5]P[/c]---- ______&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADT school. scarlet. spins. school. scarlet. says:&lt;br /&gt;pulls your underwear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End. I shall not post anymore, because &lt;b&gt;Buttercup Kemp&lt;/b&gt; told me someone copied his &lt;i&gt;Kimp&lt;/i&gt; name and the guy's from his school. It only means one thing dude, you're an effing good name trend-setter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened earlier, but I'm not gonna list it down here. Cause' it's kinda private thing. And it's hard for me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up, the world's not gonna stop just because I'm not able to dance. But this isn't gonna stop me from dancing. To &lt;b&gt;Rush&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for comforting me, it really help though. Gosh, you moved me inside-out. He's a motivated dancer, speaker etc., And most likely wishes to be like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I asked &lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt; something. He answered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;"What does it mean when you're thinking of someone 24/7?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF: &lt;i&gt;"It means you're worried sick about the someone. Most probably love-strucked. Gosh Rad, I can't believe it. You're actually falling in love!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;"Shut up, bitch."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3833135689324906550?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3833135689324906550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony-of-asterisks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3833135689324906550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3833135689324906550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony-of-asterisks.html' title='The irony of asterisks.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2733064453495633725</id><published>2009-01-07T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:15:14.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Bia.'/><title type='text'>My. First. Day. Of. School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ School today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288508625872321746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWSOk1S1fNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZZFTwzwbh98/s320/07012009(030).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Farah, Hakim, Siti &amp;amp; Rad. Aka &lt;i&gt;The Semangats.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ones" with semangat but in the end, we're effing sleepy listening to lectures. By the time it's March, I think our eyebags are so big that you can store your lecture notes in them. I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow man. After every class, kecoh nak mampos. But I really love &lt;b&gt;PV0901A&lt;/b&gt; to the max, since you guys got along well. Well, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, see familiar faces. Imah, Raimi, Fad, Hanie, Nab &amp;amp; Nad. Oh, Ashry also. I was pathetically shocked when I found out &lt;b&gt;Hanie&lt;/b&gt; is taking office skills when she's supposed to take F&amp;amp;B.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self: Neutralize contact lenses asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;{//*editted}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- due to something I felt in the heart, it says to comfort her at all costs. Whatever it is, she's still my crewmate. &amp;amp; I know she'll survive whatever she's in, eventually. If she helps herself, that is. Which I know she would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent &lt;b&gt;Bea&lt;/b&gt; this at Fster. I know it's the old Facebook, who cares. I know I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i miss you babe.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;*i loike* hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;take care k. it may seemed that your life is in a mess, it's up to you to clean it up although some of the mess, u practically didn't cause it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you fall, only you can pick yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;not anyone because they're already up in front.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who's stuck behind. I really hope u get the message I'm trying to convey here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn lupe dgn Allah. Doa &amp;amp; sembahyang adalah satu2nya pertolongan yang kau ade sekarang. it's never too late k, Bia? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;smile when the sky is crying!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fall for something - you'll fall for anything." ~ Tyra Banks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2733064453495633725?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2733064453495633725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/rocks-my-socks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2733064453495633725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2733064453495633725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/rocks-my-socks.html' title='My. First. Day. Of. School.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SWSOk1S1fNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZZFTwzwbh98/s72-c/07012009(030).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-394015674350338142</id><published>2009-01-05T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:52:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My so-called utopia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine you wake up early in the morning, and able to see the clear blue sky. Once you get out of the house, there's no worries about life since life itself is enjoying the same scenery. Waiting for the bus is never a pain, because you're entertained by the people around you who never judge you on how you look. The handicapped people seemed perfect, although their disabilities are their barrier to do normal stuff, but we all know, deep inside is how we all wish that the world would be peaceful &amp;amp; happy. There's also no money issues. Things are always normal there. When you meet someone you really like, there's a glittering matrix to actually show that he/she is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up. These are just my point of view how the world should really look like. Wear those clothes back. There's no use of tanning. Take off those shades. See the world in  different perception. Am I dreaming?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long must I keep this, but I know I like you. In practical, I passed looking through you by the eyes. In theory, failed as ever, since I got my &lt;b&gt;lazy-to-fall-in-love-bug&lt;/b&gt; biting me everyday. I've been at the back for far too long. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. What is it actually? Tired of back-packing &amp;amp; fake smiles. Freaking tired. Keep your coins. I want change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen babe, I never actually wanted you to get over &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;. But since you already are. Congratulations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-394015674350338142?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/394015674350338142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-so-called-utopia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/394015674350338142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/394015674350338142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-so-called-utopia.html' title='My so-called utopia.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7169561358485827230</id><published>2009-01-04T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:28:07.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily protocol.</title><content type='html'>Days past and I've still didn't went home early and Dad will be shouting at my ears. But who cares. At least I'm home already, and it's not my fault that I've got no keys to open the door. The bottom line: &lt;b&gt;curfew at 8&lt;/b&gt;. Sucky, I know, but I'm rebelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April intake, it is. It's days to performance. January starts off like hell already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a job teaching a Primary 2 pupil. Maths. And I never thought maths is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; interesting. And I'll work double so I can school again. &lt;i&gt;Yay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;And can't they make it more obvious? Sheesh. People fall in&lt;br /&gt;love now as if it's a new fetish of 2009. Not that I'm jealous or what. Okay&lt;br /&gt;fine, jealous. But only 45%. Not more. I'm lazy to fall in love. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;*maniacal laughter*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7169561358485827230?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7169561358485827230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-protocol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7169561358485827230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7169561358485827230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-protocol.html' title='Daily protocol.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7307090537695796761</id><published>2009-01-02T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:32:19.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Without warning siak Rad.'/><title type='text'>FEED ON THIS SHIT, BITCH!</title><content type='html'>Listen, I don't know if you're gonna read this or not, but I have enough. You don't have to prove it to me. Just prove it to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your miserable life&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am rude. But that's just how I take my stand. If you're not happy with my words or actions, I advice you to stay away from my life. Why cry when there's tomorrow? The least is, I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; desperate to be in love. Maybe I am, but I don't know. I don't hate you. It's dislike. That's the word I'm looking for. I'll be lying if I say I'm still "okay" with you guys. What the fuck, this world isn't fair at all. Bonding? That's just bad art la. Wait, &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; sibling? This ass-hole (the one you talked about), is the one who introduced them to you people but Allah Almighty made them stay. He also can make them go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;b&gt;the more things change, the more they stay the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just tricking your mind to hope for everything's not the same, but better. But the fact is, you are really hurting inside. Deeply, I know you still need me. I just know it, that's all. Don't worry, I forgive you for those filthy words you used against me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7307090537695796761?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7307090537695796761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/feed-on-this-shit-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7307090537695796761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7307090537695796761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/02/feed-on-this-shit-bitch.html' title='FEED ON THIS SHIT, BITCH!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-41794456704903372</id><published>2009-01-01T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:22:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrecked. Again.</title><content type='html'>I messed up for the 5734897th time. Went new year with the fellow crewmates. Thought they were staying up late until the first train, but they decided to go home instead. I so-called have this bitch fits with &lt;b&gt;Hadi&lt;/b&gt; awhile. When suddenly &lt;b&gt;Hazierah&lt;/b&gt; texted him, he has his superhuman moments. After that, met &lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt; at Esplanade river side to take my wax and proceed to Bukit Gombak to meet dearest &lt;b&gt;Fauzan&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Hazierah&lt;/b&gt;. This year's new year celebration started off like **** cause' of unforeseen circumstances. I can't believe I stay all the way up when there's practice later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously pathetic: &lt;b&gt;Hadi&lt;/b&gt; is actually afraid of the pontianak. Like that's something new. Afterall, that boy really is a big boy but he's afraid of a harmless being? Laugh all you want. But it's true. Anyway, I lied about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; thing. (Right back at 'cha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"I&lt;/span&gt; never did promised you anything. But I just felt that I should at least be there for you. Eventhough you try to drift away from me. I tried hard enough to get near to you. But it seems as if you're the fire, I'm the ice. I also never did wanted to do &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; in the first place. Why must I disappoint you when the other &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; already did? It may seem so intentional, but I never did want you to be disappointed. Fine, I lied. I stopped. I didn't quit. I would not want you to help. I have to go through this alone, by myself in the center of my serenity. Until when must I depend on other people? I'm a failure. I'm everything that's bad. I'm everything, from screwing plans to losing trust and destroying love.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 just doesn't feel right. It sucked. But sweet memories will be etched in my mind. Both brains, left &amp; right. I really really really hope 2009 will be a good year for all the ones I love. Family, Lepak Crew, 30T Crew, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone, screw 2008 and usher 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to change. Like pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to 9 days guys. Let's give our best shot. Whatever it takes, we don't have to win. Just have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-41794456704903372?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/41794456704903372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrecked-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/41794456704903372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/41794456704903372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrecked-again.html' title='Wrecked. Again.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6466524498157299764</id><published>2008-12-27T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:40:33.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God it&apos;s Me Washing Dirty Linen.'/><title type='text'>TGIMWDL!</title><content type='html'>Today was so damn boring that I actually went to Novena and the place is closed. But the deadline is today. On Monday, I so gotta' go Novena again. Plus, the course interview is on Monday. I freaking have to plan what to wear, what to say. I have to go to that course, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a story to tell. So, let's just call this person, &lt;b&gt;Schmook&lt;/b&gt;. I went to &lt;b&gt;Schmook's&lt;/b&gt; place to slack around since I have nowhere to go. I editted &lt;b&gt;Schmook's&lt;/b&gt; blogskin and it took around 2 hours plus. I have not editted a blog that long, so it's kinda my record. &lt;i&gt;What da hell?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Wildchild. I was so effing laughing the whole time la. Okay tipu. Almost. I feel like washing dirty linen online. And yeah, you &lt;i&gt;kay-pohs&lt;/i&gt; confirm wanna read right? Screw you guys lah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this stick insect, who actually abhore modern hip-hop. Then there was this toad who said my lovely crew people can't dance. We could, only that we're not up to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; standard just yet. Nope, not refering to people but just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're a closed book. Judging us by our cover, it just proves that your a chicken. Try opening (knowing) us cause' we really don't bitch around like some people (refering to those who bitch around, not those who &lt;b&gt;doesn't bitch around.&lt;/b&gt; There's a difference.).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright dear readers, I'm just saying, not typed these out for the sake of posting. Gosh, I really have to stop washing dirty linen man. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to &lt;b&gt;course interview with &lt;i&gt;Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to &lt;b&gt;dance practice&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;I cannot wait!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to &lt;b&gt;submitting the form&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your life is full of:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least, &lt;b&gt;Bullsh*ts&lt;/b&gt;. With a capital "B".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh dear, sorry for the sudden change of URL. Yay me, I've finally changed F&amp;amp;NA's skin. Seriously, so sorry. I know you're annoyed now. I'm so sorry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6466524498157299764?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6466524498157299764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/tgimwdl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6466524498157299764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6466524498157299764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/tgimwdl.html' title='TGIMWDL!'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5321302366061753244</id><published>2008-12-26T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:46:37.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely on board (Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/morphine_kid/DSC01480.jpg?t=1230269679" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love ya'll. Alot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Audio &amp;amp; Video Production. With &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;. Sunday, meet &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;. Monday, interview with &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;. Tuesday, practice with &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;. Wednesday, go to RP with &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;. Thursday, practice with &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gosh, I got weird hairstyle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5321302366061753244?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5321302366061753244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/definitely-on-board-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5321302366061753244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5321302366061753244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/definitely-on-board-part-one.html' title='Definitely on board (Part One)'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-6958090832698283204</id><published>2008-12-23T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:31:33.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Jack, eyebag's back.</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back with vengeance? Eyebags, with a free package of Sore Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After given the situation I'm in, I'm definitely better than &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;. But way more awesome than &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-6958090832698283204?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/6958090832698283204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-jack-eyebags-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6958090832698283204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/6958090832698283204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-jack-eyebags-back.html' title='Sorry Jack, eyebag&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-626622874859728271</id><published>2008-12-20T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:47:51.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Vujicic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30T'/><title type='text'>In these streets./Nick Vujicic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-184.friendster.com/e1/photos/48/17/31307184/1_653397752l.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dysfunctional. Loved. Adored. Passion. Crazy. Terrifying. Awesome. Burlesque. Popping. Lock. Jumpstyle. Shuffle. Tecktonic. Amaranthine passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some words that can describe you guys. Okay, enough of 30T, not that they paid to write for them afterall. Haha! joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic to meet the others &lt;strong&gt;(Ilah, Yati, Aina etc.,)&lt;/strong&gt; because it's so-called our reunion. But Fariz has this event at Youth Park and most probably &lt;b&gt;we are all going&lt;/b&gt;. Before all that, I'm going to Halim's party with someone who doesn't know how to pronounce "photoshoot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, I hope you come alright? Because there's this dick-head who went to &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt; reunion without &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt; permission. He's so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/b&gt; Love is unfair. What you give is not proportion to what you get.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w87/morphine_kid/nick-vujicic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been on my mind for quite sometime, that he deserves a tribute. Yes, he ain't got no limbs. But the way he do things are so fascinating, it's like a cow jumped over the moon. Not to be rude or what, people like this captures my heart &amp;amp; soul. He's unique in his own way. So are we. Only he's more special in a way. Sorry girls, he might have the looks but he's taken. &lt;i&gt;*smile*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psst! Go create your blog post for special people like him! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-626622874859728271?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/626622874859728271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-these-streetsnick-vujicic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/626622874859728271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/626622874859728271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-these-streetsnick-vujicic.html' title='In these streets./Nick Vujicic.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1090361796857322579</id><published>2008-12-19T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:54:51.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakshow de Cirque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513822353865&amp;amp;site=widget-c9.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up: $40+&lt;br /&gt;Hair: $10+&lt;br /&gt;Photographer bill: free&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments: None&lt;br /&gt;Additional clothes: free&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Bedok Reservoir Park&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10pm - 11pm&lt;br /&gt;Admission fee: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 30T's photoshoot for circus. It was &lt;b&gt;late&lt;/b&gt; at night and they've been pestering me whether they go back soon. What the hell, the next day is the N level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please people, the venue &amp; time for this circus has erm, finished. You missed the show. But alas! There'll be more from us coming soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: I know what you are, dude. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1090361796857322579?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1090361796857322579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/freakshow-de-cirque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1090361796857322579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1090361796857322579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/freakshow-de-cirque.html' title='Freakshow de Cirque.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-1145917333965663883</id><published>2008-12-18T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:05:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"N".</title><content type='html'>Effing 3 points. Here's the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language Syll T - A&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Syll T - D (omgomg! I thought it was a U!)&lt;br /&gt;Science Syll T - A&lt;br /&gt;Computer Applications - A&lt;br /&gt;Elements of Office Admin - A&lt;br /&gt;Malay - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was effing unbelievable, but was grateful too. Finally, here comes 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-1145917333965663883?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1145917333965663883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1145917333965663883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/1145917333965663883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/n.html' title='&quot;N&quot;.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-843138207569249522</id><published>2008-12-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:51:46.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want *Calamaris.</title><content type='html'>* &lt;i&gt;deep-fried squids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513822173035&amp;amp;site=widget-6b.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513822173035&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p1/3458764513822173035/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513822173035&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p2/3458764513822173035/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513822173035&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p4/3458764513822173035/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;/b&gt; Hey asshole, I don't know whether you read this or not. Who cares. Practically some of us know your dirty tricks. C'mon la, meeting your cousin? More like glimpsing your ex aka my BFF. It's a small world dude. Live it. Lying just keeps on getting worse. And now, it's hard to trust you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-843138207569249522?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/843138207569249522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-calamaris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/843138207569249522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/843138207569249522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-calamaris.html' title='I want *Calamaris.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-696905974544383077</id><published>2008-12-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:29:41.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockbuster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SUfjc_eB8GI/AAAAAAAAATg/7jBdXmExleE/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280439175328428130" border="0" /&gt;Watched Twilight with girlfriend, &lt;b&gt;Siti&lt;/b&gt; since &lt;b&gt;Hakim&lt;/b&gt; and the rest MIA. Morbid. Scary. Adorable. Sexy. Romantic. Touching. Legendary. James pressed Bella's knee. Resulting in a broken knee cap. James pushed Edward's head against the mirror. Edward sucked the venom out of Bella's wrist. And most-probably a happy ending. 'Cause one of the evil vamps didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The question:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Would you like to live forever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The much awaited answer:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(without thinking) Never.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-696905974544383077?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/696905974544383077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/blockbuster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/696905974544383077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/696905974544383077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/blockbuster.html' title='Blockbuster.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SUfjc_eB8GI/AAAAAAAAATg/7jBdXmExleE/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5559690539755640472</id><published>2008-12-12T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:37:44.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most nights, I don't sleep on my bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278772582615877666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SUH3shzkCCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yDsBbtu4m1o/s320/1_856972043l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how things you once have, gone missing and then after you found it, it's lost. Most probably forever, or maybe a short while. You'll never find those again. Unless you're lucky enough to grab hold of even the teeny-tiny piece, you'll never go berserk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these few nights, I've been thinking about some stuff I should worry about (&lt;b&gt;i.e. the highlighted hair which have not been sprayed black&lt;/b&gt;) Luckily, &lt;b&gt;Fadzillah&lt;/b&gt; thought she won't be spraying hers too. &lt;i&gt;Sayang ah lu girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt; and I have been very busy with our daily double life (e.g. &lt;b&gt;amaranthine dance practices&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;family feuds&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/b&gt; etc.,) but rest assured, we'll meet, one day. Even for a glance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this slot, is all yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for darling &lt;b&gt;Nad&lt;/b&gt;, have a save trip to Batam. While I'm typing this, she's probably in the taxi going to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal or World Trade Center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note-worthy:&lt;/b&gt; "I miss you too. But no worries, things are still the same." -BFF.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5559690539755640472?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5559690539755640472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-nights-i-dont-sleep-on-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5559690539755640472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5559690539755640472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-nights-i-dont-sleep-on-my-bed.html' title='Most nights, I don&apos;t sleep on my bed.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SUH3shzkCCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yDsBbtu4m1o/s72-c/1_856972043l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-515037808268468025</id><published>2008-12-09T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:50:49.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringleader, call the shots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/ST4UyNVC76I/AAAAAAAAATI/okZH63utTnQ/s1600-h/Tyra+Ringleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277678666128748450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/ST4UyNVC76I/AAAAAAAAATI/okZH63utTnQ/s320/Tyra+Ringleader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the photoshoot. Oh, I'm the ol' Ringleader. Circus, the rush of adrenaline through the veins. Why doesn't Singapore has these kind of entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those taking N Levels:&lt;/b&gt; Results on 18 December. Damn, but spray my highlights black sia. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-515037808268468025?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/515037808268468025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/ringleader-call-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/515037808268468025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/515037808268468025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/12/ringleader-call-shots.html' title='Ringleader, call the shots.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/ST4UyNVC76I/AAAAAAAAATI/okZH63utTnQ/s72-c/Tyra+Ringleader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-2127899027791906399</id><published>2008-11-24T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:10:09.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgundy to Dark Brown to Blonde Streak.</title><content type='html'>Lovely hairstylist &lt;b&gt;Fadh&lt;/b&gt; highlighted my hair today. I totally fell in love with my gorgeous locks. But I wanna cut the sideburns, as in, trim but he said it's so &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt; (wasted in malay). I feel irrtated with long hair. What does he know? Practically, the way he highlights my hair and &lt;b&gt;Pul's&lt;/b&gt;, unique and professional. &lt;i&gt;Suruh amek hairstyling tak nak. *laughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pathetic fallacy:&lt;/b&gt; How I wish I got shorter trim hair. I feel normal that way. But what the hell, normalcy's a bitch. People don't see it your way. Dammit lah. Anyway &lt;b&gt;Fadh&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for dying my hair for me. It reminds me of someone. Peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 more days&lt;/b&gt; 'till you guys are there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-2127899027791906399?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2127899027791906399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/burgundy-to-dark-brown-to-blonde-streak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2127899027791906399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/2127899027791906399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/burgundy-to-dark-brown-to-blonde-streak.html' title='Burgundy to Dark Brown to Blonde Streak.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-5937876638527216551</id><published>2008-11-23T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:10:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Indulgent &amp; Mr. Use-whoever-I'm-near-with.</title><content type='html'>Ah, malas aku nak layan kawan macam gini. Kawan kau kate? Lawan ade la. Kalau kau rase aku ni kawan kau, you would protect me instead of washing dirty linen online. Great, now people online knows Rad's a destroyer of friendships. Best tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, I'm lazy to put details. Just not worth the effing space here. Anyways, I miss my crazy classmates. Ye, aku paling slow. At times ah. 29 Nov, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially &lt;b&gt;6 days&lt;/b&gt; to Penawar Rindu Reunion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-5937876638527216551?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5937876638527216551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-miss-indulgent-mr-use-whoever-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5937876638527216551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/5937876638527216551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-miss-indulgent-mr-use-whoever-im.html' title='Little Miss Indulgent &amp; Mr. Use-whoever-I&apos;m-near-with.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-3214602578927747098</id><published>2008-11-22T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:47:39.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia &amp; Misfortunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271536845664725650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: crosshair; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SShC1NI6qpI/AAAAAAAAATA/ofbsQC_k6oo/s320/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pit was awesome despite the little bitch fight earlier on, someone owe someone moolas, A waiting for B to drink but B went to hallucination. Above is the picture that I like for that day. We played games as well; The Brainwash Game, Sea Animals, Chop-chilli-chop &amp;amp; Land Animals. After that, &lt;b&gt;El&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Val&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Pul&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; reminisce our old-fashioned, frustrating and friggin funny game, Number Game. (hooray, everyone?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who's there: Nurul, Ilah, Yati, El, Pul, Rad, Aina, Farah, Afa, Val &amp;amp; Fadh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Army of Skanks Reunion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; More like it. We all meet full-house only once a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Author's note: I was super stoning when I'm typing this. I was so sleepy that my eyelids are dropping. Luckily I didn't put the mug faces when we're high. That one, people will see. Snore...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-3214602578927747098?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3214602578927747098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoia-misfortunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3214602578927747098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/3214602578927747098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoia-misfortunes.html' title='Paranoia &amp; Misfortunes.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SShC1NI6qpI/AAAAAAAAATA/ofbsQC_k6oo/s72-c/DSC01373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024342042673215841.post-7791815784653235057</id><published>2008-11-16T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:55:26.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator machine.</title><content type='html'>Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update. Lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. I'm still at Hanie's chalet, nothing to do. Played games with Radia (her sister) like many many times. Can work out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024342042673215841-7791815784653235057?l=tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7791815784653235057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinator-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7791815784653235057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024342042673215841/posts/default/7791815784653235057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragicomipastoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinator-machine.html' title='Procrastinator machine.'/><author><name>Rad Muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670035436983287538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22fow87p1KM/SRZ5E_UTMvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s5rBq4_36RE/s1600-R/1_388256178l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
