<?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-5484561</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:27:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Decay</title><subtitle type='html'>It's the day after blood sucking day</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-113281482124258941</id><published>2005-11-24T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:47:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to:  What : Get It Poppin'Music : Reggaeton, Hiphop &amp; RnB all nite!Venue : Fluid Bar, 44/45 Pekin Street, Far East Square. (ex-Carnegies) Date : 3rd December, Saturday. Time : 10pm till late Fee : Ladies Free entry all nite!    Guys $12 (includes 1 drink)Get It Poppin right here at Fluid bar on the 3rd of December! With DJs Rocdef and Bosstone on rotation spinning the hottest Reggaeton</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/113281482124258941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/113281482124258941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113281482124258941' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-110564279042764659</id><published>2005-01-14T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T03:04:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Roni Size feat. Aphrodite - Brown Paper Bag does anyone still come here? no tagboard i wouldn't know anyway. evil visitors.so why am i updating here? i need somewhere.sometimes this feeling is just  so overwhelming i surprise myself at how much i feel for this. sometimes i do and sometimes it's so unexplainable i confuse myself. and i'm not even too certain if i should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/110564279042764659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/110564279042764659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110564279042764659' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109830723571488141</id><published>2004-10-21T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T05:20:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: the aircon humming okayyyyyyyyy.. was reading old entries on this blog. woah. i guess i did use to write a lot of nonsense shit like what i did and about school and blah blah. haha. it's been so long since i wrote like that. what is it with this blog anyway? i have 3 different blogs currently and all have a different feel to them. for example, i most certainly cannot post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109830723571488141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109830723571488141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109830723571488141' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109527817743583720</id><published>2004-09-16T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T04:11:03.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: michael buble wow. looks like blogger is doing that whole lj thing where you can comment on individual entries only when you have an account on blogger itself. hmmm..LJ's commenting thing is still cooler. and they have communities. though it DOES have a different feel to it. ah. oh well.http://www.livejournal.com/users/vagueescape</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109527817743583720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109527817743583720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527817743583720' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109507614156679831</id><published>2004-09-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:49:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: smashing pumpkins - disarm  Newer journal. Go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109507614156679831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109507614156679831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507614156679831' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109448284957404075</id><published>2004-09-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:00:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to:  crack.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109448284957404075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109448284957404075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448284957404075' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109423962652790800</id><published>2004-09-04T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T03:27:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: madness marketing.... Hmmmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109423962652790800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109423962652790800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109423962652790800' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109384598562386730</id><published>2004-08-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:06:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired i cannot even bother to argue.all the passion has been sucked out of me."you don't do that in front of people"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109384598562386730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109384598562386730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109384598562386730' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109345967410423669</id><published>2004-08-26T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T02:47:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: the killers sometimes i wonder why i bother doing whatever it is that i do. i wonder why i bother getting peeved at despicable humans. i now realize this is merely karma. how could i have been so blind? i'm glad i realized this now. by the way. i do not appreciate anonymous comments. they are just infuriating. if you want to say whatever you want to say, hey by all means go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109345967410423669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109345967410423669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109345967410423669' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109274449171594627</id><published>2004-08-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:08:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: black plastic bag he he he. i am sorry if i offend any of my friends with this entry. but he he he. i'm sorry i cannot help it la. i'm not sorry to offend if you're not my friend though. this was aimed at you.(From my livejournal actually)i always have this irresistible urge to write (mock?) an entry, being a typical girl. ah. what with those at the sides of the blog going on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109274449171594627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109274449171594627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274449171594627' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109273885393805187</id><published>2004-08-17T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:34:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: muse - plug in baby ooooh i like this picture. i look so stoinked. i like! hahataken from girlfest2. many more. im just lazy to put up. maybe i will later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109273885393805187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109273885393805187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109273885393805187' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109266903128288358</id><published>2004-08-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:10:31.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: tv outside ehehehe i know this is annoying but i can't help it. weee.anyway that was the old gig. ehehehe. i feel so annoying. coz i know i would be annoyed if i were someone else reading this. ehehehehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109266903128288358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109266903128288358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266903128288358' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109258349351153757</id><published>2004-08-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:52:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: q and not u uh. ok. yesterday. gig. awesome. my precious. woo~ harakiri. another woo~ the rest i didnt really watch. hmmm.. the wall between. heh. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109258349351153757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109258349351153757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258349351153757' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109119060370036913</id><published>2004-07-30T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T20:30:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: bleh that was taken a couple of months ago. now with this new computer can't upload anything from the camera. sucky. so this will do. i shall now describe my room.that television is still there. it's spoilt now though. can hear sound but no picture. sucky. radio is still on top. photo frame is gone. not sure where it is now. that's a picture of me when iw as young by the way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109119060370036913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109119060370036913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119060370036913' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109119014984760959</id><published>2004-07-30T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T20:22:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: the cure  ok faom is shit. i hate the tutor and my group members are no better. i seriously do not care if they read this.i think i am going to get shit for my peer appraisal. assholes. whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109119014984760959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109119014984760959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119014984760959' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109091763590905603</id><published>2004-07-27T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:40:35.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: ppl chattering or something &lt;!--56.5 60.22 58.18 58.61--&gt;     INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Word Testpersonality tests by similarminds.comsurprise surprise...not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109091763590905603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109091763590905603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109091763590905603' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109033395662713513</id><published>2004-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:32:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: ash - vampire love this is my cat in a box.this is my cat looking out from the boxthis is my cat away from the box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109033395662713513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109033395662713513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033395662713513' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109031474920757896</id><published>2004-07-20T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:33:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Wall Between - Something For The Morning After  hahaha.. i cant stop listening to stupid wall between. muahahah ok this is a stupid picture of me at the reasons to react gig.     oh and by the way. i am in deep shit in school. im really sick of school. REALLY sick.i initially wanted to blog about my shittiness in school. but instead i started to hear my band mp3s. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109031474920757896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109031474920757896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109031474920757896' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-109026257600755448</id><published>2004-07-20T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T02:42:56.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: strokes  why the hell does blogger keep changing? siao.  i got a whole fucking lot of schoolwork to do. arghhhhh malas ah nak skola lagik. anyway i think i wanna just update my livejournal now. the only reason im writing here is because i just like my blogspot so much. it's so much prettier. haha. yeah well.  yeah that's it  i saw a lot of people at baybeats. everyone was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109026257600755448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/109026257600755448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109026257600755448' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108965335831151360</id><published>2004-07-13T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:33:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: q and not u - soft pyramids wow.. amara hotel looks so pretty. well.. in pictures they do. now i feel like staying there. i know they look like.. erm probably just about any other normal pretty hotel.. but i just so happen to b reading about this now, so i'll talk about this now. heh. im such a geek.in case you're wondering why the hell im reading up on hotels, this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108965335831151360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108965335831151360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108965335831151360' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108957054383235268</id><published>2004-07-12T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T02:29:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: green album's on my discman now i dont like it when i am asked to describe myself. first impressions last a long time. i don't like describing myself. i don't like defining myself. i don't like restricting myself and thinking, "yes, this is me."and why do people enjoy writing their bio and shit like that and forever saying their dislikes would include backstabbers and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108957054383235268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108957054383235268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108957054383235268' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108956611105519618</id><published>2004-07-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T01:15:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: still a whole lot of weezer :)me? doing finance? hah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108956611105519618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108956611105519618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108956611105519618' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108913516193037338</id><published>2004-07-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T01:32:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im exhausted, ive been staring at the screen for some time now, searching for boring boring stuff, and i have not found a single thing. the information i have on this project right now is exactly the same as when i started to search for it 4 hours ago. which is absolutely nothing. and my head is starting to hurt. and i don't view this as good because my head has finally stopped hurting for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108913516193037338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108913516193037338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913516193037338' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108912004972939969</id><published>2004-07-06T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:20:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: a whole lot of weezer lately you know what's annoying?is that when you criticise something, and you're not a part of it (or you're not one of them or you're not like that), people would be saying you're biased (or you don't know what it's like to be that, or simply because you're jealous).and when you do criticise something, and you are a part of it (or you are one of them or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108912004972939969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108912004972939969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912004972939969' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108745296365489204</id><published>2004-06-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:16:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: the strokes's room on fire mak kau. thursday i have classes from 12-6.. no break. kong ajar seh. and they're all tutorials. and one of the reasons why i didn't wanna go accounts tutorials last sem is because it starts so damn early at 9. and now it's so stinking that this sem the classes start at 9 as well. bah.....first week of school no tutorial right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108745296365489204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108745296365489204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745296365489204' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108720075993615429</id><published>2004-06-14T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T16:12:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: ash - meltdown songs? marketing. scary. *shivers*harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban the movie. extremely disappointing. after watching it, i read the book (for like what? the 5th time?) again. fuck. they changed so much. i could go on and on. but i won't.friendster is becoming dumber and dumber. yesterday i went to work at the spinelli's at parkway. shit place. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108720075993615429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108720075993615429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108720075993615429' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108626198475889216</id><published>2004-06-03T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:26:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Blood brothers - Siamese Gun crookshanks is a kneazle! alright! i knew it! jk rowling said if you read fantastic beasts and where to find them you'd know what crookshanks really is. (not an animagus. idiots..) i suspect my cat is a kneazle too. for those idiots who dont read harry potter, but just watch the movies, it'd be a long long time before they'd know what the hell im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108626198475889216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108626198475889216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626198475889216' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108626027115613496</id><published>2004-06-03T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:57:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The number twelve looks like you - dont get blood on my prada shoes EH TAK BOLEH TAHAN AH BORING SEMACAM SIOL. grr.im mad. mad as in the angry mad. not mad as in the crazy mad. i wanna watch harry potter. argh. fucked.i cant stop playing kingdom hearts. silly plot. but who cares. i havent got anything else better to do anyway.i cant wait for suikoden 4. argh.im such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108626027115613496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108626027115613496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626027115613496' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-10859227856810480</id><published>2004-05-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:13:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: mock orange - twelve oclock call noone wants to comment here! boohoohoo!! im bored! grr. might as well ah ehthats my livejournal. its equally boring. sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/10859227856810480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/10859227856810480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10859227856810480' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108556654757448812</id><published>2004-05-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:15:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Mars Volta - Cut That City im bored. and im hungry. and tired. and a little pissed.and i dont even know whats the point of typing this at all.i have not eaten anything today. i was supposed to come to work at 9am today, but i came at 9.40. my manager looked a little mad. but later all was good.and then my supervisor came, he was working the closing shift. he pisses me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108556654757448812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108556654757448812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556654757448812' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108542916951497624</id><published>2004-05-25T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T04:06:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: nothing really but thursday's i have no idea wat song but its in war all the time is stuck in my head okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy im bored so im doing this.What time is it right now?: 3.40amDo you dare to finish this: i guessDo you like these surveys: i dont mind=The Basics=Full Name: Raihanna RahmatBirthdate: March 19Zodiac Sign: Pisces... (the best sign isn't it)Age: 18</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108542916951497624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108542916951497624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542916951497624' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108533988360753471</id><published>2004-05-24T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:30:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Mars Volta - Concertina you know what's annoying. i was sitting outside watching tv, (attempting to watch madeline on disney channel by the way) and then i was nodding off. so half an hour of sleeping on the couch later, i went to my room, put on air con and lied on my bed to sleep. and then i can't. i know this is a dumb thing to write but it's so pissy. grr.me and a cat. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108533988360753471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108533988360753471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108533988360753471' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108471533282221805</id><published>2004-05-16T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T22:36:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Circle Takes The Square - Kill The Switch Which Jhonen Vaquez character are you? By EmReznor.hahahaha!! i got dib at first, tried again and got happy noodle boy. hahahaha.. crazy ass. happy noodle boy sucks hahahahai love jhonen vasquez. he's makes awesome comics. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108471533282221805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108471533282221805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108471533282221805' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108469911323163314</id><published>2004-05-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:18:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Circle Takes The Square - Kill The Switch heyyyy what do you knowww.. its may 16. hmmmyesterday i had to wake up at 5 to go to work. actually i woke up almost 6 ah.. so blah blah blah. i went to sleep at 8pm.. immediately i reached home.. couldnt go anywhere else. and i woke up at 2pm today. so thats 18 hours of sleep for me. which is like my normal 3 days sleep or so.and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108469911323163314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108469911323163314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469911323163314' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108444357779072472</id><published>2004-05-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T18:20:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Hot Cross - Dissertation 14 until this post, i had 182 posts. i feel i should blog but dunnoe wat to write.oh ya. my bro bought this new mouse thats like wireless n all. so yeah... its cool. uses infra red or something. and i can just move the ouse to just about anywhere. cool eh... ok la not really anywhere la..so anyway work has become quite tolerable. fuck when am i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108444357779072472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108444357779072472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444357779072472' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108418110683188401</id><published>2004-05-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:25:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Get Up Kids - "Guilt Show" album you know, i dont know why im getting so worked up in the rudies message board. its so dumb of me to even bother talking to them at all. and yet i get really pissed because theyre so full of shitoh and blogger totally changed everything. weird.. but ok.. just unfamiliar. ok today survivor 3 hours.. heh heh.. at work totally changed all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108418110683188401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108418110683188401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108418110683188401' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108403635090142984</id><published>2004-05-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T01:15:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Strokes - Reptillia i got home today and suddenly there are brand new speakers attached to the computer.. and its fucking cool sia...  the bass is freaking loud.. and u can even adjust the volume and shit. fuh..oh and now im playing kingdom hearts. i know its a fairly old game but ive always wanted to play it.. heh.. its a mix between final fantasy.. and get this.. disney </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108403635090142984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108403635090142984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403635090142984' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108358740638861282</id><published>2004-05-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T20:33:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Chingy - Right Thurr irritating siol! i was just reading the comments by stupid people on the msn groups for "the rudies". (who cares if they read this) ok there's this comment someone asking about who's the king of reggae or something stupid like that. ...and then some possibly foreign girl replied, adn then the local kids were like sayign taht knowledge should not be given out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108358740638861282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108358740638861282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108358740638861282' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108278364090754021</id><published>2004-04-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T13:17:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Hot Cross - Putting The Past Right yesterday was fucked. i have practically no memory of what happened. all that was running through my mind was mpc=change in c/change in yd. that was completely inappropriate. and i could't make up my mind if i was happy or not.speaking of which, the macroecons paper sucked. i couldn't do shit and that was bloody disappointing because i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108278364090754021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108278364090754021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278364090754021' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108255468414963092</id><published>2004-04-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:48:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Circle Takes The Square - A Crater To Cough In ok im usually not the type who likes stupid emails about some stupid friendship or love or life followed by cute little annoying pictures.. but heck.. this story is touching&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;             Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for&gt;&gt;an&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108255468414963092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108255468414963092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255468414963092' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108193851694846975</id><published>2004-04-14T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:31:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Songs to wear pants to guy k i have nothing to write. the last entry i was just crapping around in school. exam's coming. next week. still haven't study. except maybe a little of business stats. well. i don like studying. its for stupid people. hahaha! ok im crapping again.go see songs to wear pants to! it's awesome! shelving unit shelf shelf shelf shelving unit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108193851694846975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108193851694846975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193851694846975' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108184642976292021</id><published>2004-04-13T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:56:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to:  AZEANA SAYS MY PHONE IS RUBBISH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108184642976292021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108184642976292021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108184642976292021' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108161307251761594</id><published>2004-04-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:07:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Jay Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder  ok changed layout.. sorta.. mixed my old layout with the new one. still crap. how the fuck do i bring that chatterboxthing up? argh.  i need dreamweaver. using html to do everything else is so tiring. especially when i don't even know much html. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108161307251761594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108161307251761594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161307251761594' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108159152905124961</id><published>2004-04-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:08:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: After School Knife Fight - Oh Yeah!! as you should have already been able to tell, i love my cat.so don't be surprised if i post ten thousand pictures of her. :)anywayyyy.. i've gotten my dollhouse. a school house was on sale, and i got it for only $69.90.. it was originally $129.90. it has some chairs and desks which can open so u can keep stuff under the table, a real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108159152905124961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108159152905124961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159152905124961' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108127783702143450</id><published>2004-04-07T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T02:59:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: perkele - psychopath (at least i think thats wat its called) yeah today i got pissed a lot of times. too lazy to babble... what do u think of the layout? no more tagboard! muahahaha.. comment eh.. i wanna noe wat u think.. shud i add that tagboard back?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108127783702143450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108127783702143450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127783702143450' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108110763190265953</id><published>2004-04-05T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T04:36:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: saetia - burden of reflecting this was taken some time ago. my brother wondered wat my cat would look like if she had hair.and here she looks like sadakoyeah so i finally got a sane place to put pictures. so yay. my manager is dribing m insane. this is the 3rd time im typing this out. the blog keeps not loading... i give up writing it anyway.so anyway i want a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108110763190265953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108110763190265953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110763190265953' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108093605056753232</id><published>2004-04-03T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T04:03:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Speedway - Genie In a Bottle After sunday... boy am i gonna be glad this week is over!!! Today is sooo.. erm.. relieving stress! yesterday finished my uculture project.. woohoo.. finished everything uculture already.. now just gotta watch the other members present (and of course try and irritate that asshole as much as possible) and see wat our grades are. today finished pom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108093605056753232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108093605056753232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093605056753232' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108084534874646777</id><published>2004-04-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T02:51:46.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Usher - Yeah argh. stress. just now had uculture presentation. well. it sucked!!! put in so much effort and didnt even get t present properly because of the time! athena didnt even get to present her research! and that asshole asked so many fucked up questions! he's annoying! sinha kau baca tak niE! chimp is ANNOYING!!!!!!! in the words of athena, he's a hole surrounded by ass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108084534874646777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108084534874646777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084534874646777' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108049682063198741</id><published>2004-03-29T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T02:02:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: bird tongchai.. :) oi.. wat u guys think of this stupid layout? komen sket ah.. anyway im getting really sick of school.. argh.. there's too much things to do and im simply not interested. bah. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108049682063198741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108049682063198741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049682063198741' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108042656508635162</id><published>2004-03-28T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T06:31:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: none hahaha.. okok.. i know my new layout is lame until mad.. just felt like changing it.. so there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108042656508635162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108042656508635162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042656508635162' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-108041354363220693</id><published>2004-03-28T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T02:54:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: dcfc - why ud wanna live here argh.. manager aku irritating.. bingit sak! kdg2 ok.. tapi dier cam sial ah.. its like he'll always think he's right. and when he's wrong or he doesn't know something he'll be like action he knows it and start babbling about things surrounding it.. argh.. irritating. and fucking biased.. and he never seems to forgive and forget. it's sick! it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108041354363220693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/108041354363220693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041354363220693' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107997066972473552</id><published>2004-03-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:28:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Get Up Kids - Something To Write Home About ok.. let's see... updates...i had my hair dyed.. red.. as usual.. and i look even more chinese now. it was so ridiculous../ cost me $60 siak.. and they didnt accept nets and i dont really hold a lot of cash. i had $56 then, so they just charged me $55... but still expensive siak.. ishk..i got a new phone.. parents bought for me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107997066972473552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107997066972473552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997066972473552' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107996887680710932</id><published>2004-03-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:23:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Death Cab For Cutie - The Photo Album      Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results   Warmth ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%   Intellect |||||||||||||||||||||||| 74%   Emotional Stability ||||||||| 30%   Aggressiveness |||||||||||| 34%   Liveliness |||||||||||| 38%   Dutifulness |||||||||||| 34%   Social Assertiveness |||||||||||| 38%   Sensitivity |||||||||||||||||||||||| 74%   Paranoia |||||</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107996887680710932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107996887680710932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996887680710932' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107958193614835342</id><published>2004-03-18T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:54:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Courtney Love - Hello eh.. tomorrow's my birthday.. friday.. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107958193614835342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107958193614835342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958193614835342' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107928250384270051</id><published>2004-03-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T00:44:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: of coz nothing.. stupid computer got nothing to listen to i hate microsoft access!!! its sooo annoying! and stressful! and terribly irritating!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107928250384270051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107928250384270051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928250384270051' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107920425812486282</id><published>2004-03-14T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T03:04:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: no idea.. my cat switched on the radio.. and a cd started playing.. sounds like ataris or something I have to hand in that stupid MBS access database nonsense this coming Monday... and what the hell sia.. my switchboard is not working.. and the other parts are soooo sloppily done. and i still have to do that print screen thing.. and then there's the reflection part. And we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107920425812486282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107920425812486282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107920425812486282' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107894179556959615</id><published>2004-03-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:05:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: nothing really.. but more ptw these days ok im like so sick of people asking me why am i so into horoscope and all that. yeah well maybe if i just write an entry here expresisng how i ffeel i can get this over and done with. First of all, I think it is too much of a coincidence that everyone with the same star sign have the same personality. I mean.. seriously.. this is way too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107894179556959615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107894179556959615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894179556959615' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107881285077263397</id><published>2004-03-09T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:16:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: mr farhad talking I'm in lab having MBS lesson now.. I don't want to seem like a racist fuck.. but eh.. KENAPE LAH LELAKI MELAYU SKARANG SUKER NAH MATAAIR NGAN POMPUAN CINE AH!@?! heran arrrrrrrranyway there's this stupid bitch from my class who's such a stupid racist idiot. bah. irritating siak dier</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107881285077263397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107881285077263397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881285077263397' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107831145435729709</id><published>2004-03-03T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:04:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Third Eye Blind - Blinded hello. i am finally updating. well my brother got a new computer and now everything is gone. that's sad. boohoohoo. and the cpu looks soooo ah beng. there's this like Z with blue light.. and the sides are see through.. then the in front black and orange.. ishk.. and i dunnoe where the hell im supposed to put in diskette or whatever.. i didnt even know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107831145435729709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107831145435729709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831145435729709' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107753472754414994</id><published>2004-02-23T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:14:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107753472754414994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107753472754414994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753472754414994' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107677991993271793</id><published>2004-02-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T01:33:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight i wish i had a friend. everyone says they care, everyone wants to know. but nobody can really mean it. ah the irony of it all. people are usually just interested in themselves. and it's true really. if they do want to know something about someone else it is usually to their advantage or they'er simply curious and their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107677991993271793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107677991993271793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677991993271793' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107677561066113537</id><published>2004-02-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:15:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: MUSE - SING FOR ABSOLUTION AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BINGIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fucked up assholes everyone is a fucked up asshole! argh! tak gune peh kwn maseng2 mcm pukiimak. im so bloody pissed sia. and today is so bloody sickening. bah!!!!!bodoh peh lagu. bodoh peh keling. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107677561066113537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107677561066113537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677561066113537' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107652493821199701</id><published>2004-02-12T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T02:44:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: a whole lot of muse's absolution these days bahh aku boring ah. skola peh banyak benda kena buat. besok ader accounts tut at 9. cam malas ah nak gie. hai.. earlier had this field trip to the eurasian community house. kinda boring. oklah. problem is that i had no frens. :( at least got jia yi. otherwise id be all alone. but its like.. eurasian and supposedly singapore has become</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107652493821199701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107652493821199701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107652493821199701' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107639682394443786</id><published>2004-02-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T01:52:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Mr Farahad membebel la la la... im in lab now.. having MBS.. it's sooooo boring. i don't understand anything at all.. frankly i don't care.. i doubt im gonna study anytime soon...everyone in lab now is doing the mesasghing each other thing.. and its so sad that i dont know how to reply. blegh. :/ azeana also dunnoe how. :(and i cannot stand school.. everything becoming too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107639682394443786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107639682394443786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639682394443786' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107622399233272110</id><published>2004-02-08T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:08:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - New Born k k k.. just found out that bonsai kittens are fake. oh thank god. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107622399233272110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107622399233272110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622399233272110' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107617775128819091</id><published>2004-02-08T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T02:17:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama Bonsai Kittensthis is terrible. horrid horrid horrid cruelty. yesterday watched gothika. cool sia. a few parts i still don get. but nice. the suspense peh kurang ajar. cabot mac econ tut.. supposed to have break 2-3. then my fren n me jalan2 at tamp until 9.. lama nyer kiter nyer break.. muahaha..just now went werk then hang arnd town. kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107617775128819091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107617775128819091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617775128819091' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107598731419262260</id><published>2004-02-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:23:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: From Autumn To Ashes - Take Her To The Music Store Hello. I have had many many much much work to do. But my Uculture and MBS is done, so now I can rest.I don't want to seem like a nerd.. but.. blegh..So anyway, I was supposed to present my culture n expressions thing today. i was doing on the Amish people. Quite interesting ah really. I have a pathetic amount of information </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107598731419262260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107598731419262260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598731419262260' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107583232691359983</id><published>2004-02-04T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T02:20:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: nothing banyak kerje ah kena buat. bingit ah. i need some sort of escapism to get away from everything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107583232691359983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107583232691359983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583232691359983' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107557845040065263</id><published>2004-02-01T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T04:11:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Willim Hung - She Bangs :p  Hehe.. i loveeeee william hung.. he is soooo adorable. He's that hong kong civil engineering nerdy extremely slenge guy on American Idol singing She Bangs really terribly with horrible dance steps. hahahaha! kekek la sia!!! anywayyy did you guys know that there's a freaking radio show that interviewed him?? muahahaha!! don't know how many times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107557845040065263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107557845040065263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107557845040065263' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107531257541787258</id><published>2004-01-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T01:57:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Postal Service - Sleeping In anyone got any idea what i should do for my u culture project? im supposed to do something on either cultural evolution or cultural adaptation. i dont have a single fucking clue. help!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107531257541787258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107531257541787258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531257541787258' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107518778632299409</id><published>2004-01-27T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:17:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Beyonce n sean paul - baby boy(i really like this song)i'm supposed to be in school now. i had MBS lecture earlier, now got lab tutorial. argh. i just didn't feel like going. :/ no mc, lower tutorial participation, got 3 mind maps to hand in from the previous lectures, got to do the Microsoft Access thing and save in a zip disk. I've not done anything. And I had to hand in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107518778632299409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107518778632299409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518778632299409' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107518718854544733</id><published>2004-01-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:11:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: R Kelly feat Big Tigger - Snake I don't have much of a life to write about, but I'll try squeezing anything. So anyway, last Sunday wasn't too good. Khalsom was super excited to go to the beach with her friend she's working with, Yasin. And then she wanted me to come along. She came over my house awhile, we were wearing the exact same outfit. I thinked we looked stupid but she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107518718854544733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107518718854544733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518718854544733' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107514127412977183</id><published>2004-01-27T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T02:22:46.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: no doubt - it's my life You're a Cafe Mocha! What Kind of Coffee are You? brought to you by QuizillaI don't like to drink mocha. at least it's better than all the other results.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107514127412977183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107514127412977183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514127412977183' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107496734528944607</id><published>2004-01-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T02:03:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: nothing... but i DO have muse stuck in my head  Hello my visible fan base! And how are you today? I just got back from sending my parents to the airport. They're going Haji. Now I'm all alone at home. Bored~ and yet nice. I feel like drinking lots of coffee. But gotta wake up early tomorrow. bleh... So anywayyy I'll be alone a whole lot of time for a month. La la la.. actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107496734528944607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107496734528944607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496734528944607' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107444949578849289</id><published>2004-01-19T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T02:13:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: my cry of victory~ Yea! finally! both discs are sane. i managed to burn everything successfully. yay. i get the mp3 discman player now. yay. best. even got britney spears and hiphop songs n emo shit and ska and indie and punkrock and hardcore. muahaha. power ah. you know what arash? aku end up pakai nero.. abeh skali boleh. yeah! happy! now i gotta sleep. tmrw skool. yuck. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107444949578849289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107444949578849289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444949578849289' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107444559289158114</id><published>2004-01-19T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T01:19:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: The Postal Service - Nothing Better I can safely say that today wasn't exactly the happiest day of my life.Boy am I glad they're gone.That woman is still here. I think she's an Indonesian. And she helps out to clean. I wonder if my mom hired her. Probably. Well she's sleeping in my room again today. Yesterday I tripped over her. LOL. And she snores. But that's ok. It's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107444559289158114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107444559289158114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444559289158114' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107435368707207445</id><published>2004-01-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:36:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Time Is Running Out Bleh. I feel like crap. Again. Work was shit. And it's adding to everything else that has got me feeling like crap. Which is nothing really. Sigh. I won't bother you guys with my shit.    My parents are going to Haji soon. They're having the kenduri tomorrow. There's this friend or whatever of my mom's who's staying over at our house tonight. and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107435368707207445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107435368707207445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435368707207445' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107427533733844071</id><published>2004-01-17T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:50:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107427533733844071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107427533733844071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427533733844071' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107418119495063945</id><published>2004-01-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:41:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: For love or money the tv show in the background Ok mok thanks a whole lot for this... i got this comment thingy... for every post... i don't know if you guys will start posting comments here or chatterbox or whatever. but heck, i hardly care anyway, especially not right now. so.... enjoy.erm.. ok... i had my understanding culture and expressions tutorial today. erm. it wasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107418119495063945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107418119495063945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418119495063945' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107399267620604273</id><published>2004-01-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T19:19:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: silence I have not really been updating much have i? I don't feel like it. I have been feeling like utter crap lately. I won't talk about it. Just wanna let you guys know I'm still alive. i think. i cant stand my class, my school, my course, my friends, my head, and you people. well, ok bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107399267620604273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107399267620604273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107399267620604273' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107375836066870769</id><published>2004-01-11T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T02:14:37.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: fucked up nothing Fuck I'm so bloody pissed for no apparent reason. I just am. Argh. Sorry Zul. Now's probably not a good time for apologizing though. I'm probably going to get even more pissed. I don't mean it k. I'm just REALLY pissed. and fuck la about the money. i don't give a bloody shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107375836066870769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107375836066870769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107375836066870769' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107374809472217930</id><published>2004-01-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T00:28:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Thursday - Division StreetmY BROTHER GOT BACK HOME FROM NS TODAY. tHE mp3 DISCMAN IS SO COOL! CUTE AND PRETTY AND LIGHT AND  stuff. sorry i didnt realize it was on caps.My life is rated PG-13.What is your life rated?haha lame.Just now wanted to go for that mentor mendaki thing... but then I was late, and I missed the bus stop. Didn't quite feel like turning back. Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107374809472217930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107374809472217930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374809472217930' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107366928457829508</id><published>2004-01-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T03:12:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Stuck in head: The war all the time album la im bored ok!Congratulations! You're Faramir! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla'Deeply Disturbed'   What Type of Lunatic are You? (With Cool Pics!!) brought to you by QuizillaGhost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm andsweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?With a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107366928457829508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107366928457829508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366928457829508' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107366876488965055</id><published>2004-01-10T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:20:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Still stuck in head: Thursday - Signals Over The Air  I had my hair rebonded! And it's so.... flat. heh. Met Zul and Fazryl under my block for a while. For some weird reason my mom was home.. so was my brother. Well, she and my dad are going to Haji soon anyway. hehe.Anyway, I had my hair rebonded! It's cheap, and the shop kinda annoying because i couldnt even communicate with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107366876488965055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107366876488965055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366876488965055' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107359520201107808</id><published>2004-01-09T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T04:56:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Stuck In head: Thursday - Signals Over The AirYour sign of frustration is....Swearing!!!! To you,swearing is the perfect solution to everything.The more frustrated you become, the more youswear.  You have a very large vocabulary range! What sign of frustration are you?haha. that's funny. Can't disagree with that though. Even though it's a stupid quiz. Heh. Today no school. No work either. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107359520201107808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107359520201107808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359520201107808' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107358508965119941</id><published>2004-01-09T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T05:02:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel I just finished reading this book by Neil Gaiman called "Coraline" yeterday. I suppose it's a children's book but I like it so much. It's about this girl Coraline (not Caroline, Coraline) who just moved into this new house. Her parents love her but they're always busy and never really talk to her. And they cook terrible food and she's always eating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107358508965119941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107358508965119941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358508965119941' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107340591897169972</id><published>2004-01-07T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T00:19:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: My Squared Circle - That Gasoline Smile Erm.. ok.. i guess people can't see my blog now.. few days already.. cb.. nvm.. ill keep blogging anyway.. Crashed at the Understanding Culture and Expressions lecture today. Kinda boring.. reminded me of OB a little.. But also not bad la i guess... We'll see how it goes... There'll be field trips and stuff.. so i guess that's fun.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107340591897169972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107340591897169972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340591897169972' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107332845221973703</id><published>2004-01-06T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T02:48:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: nothing I got Understanding Culture And Expression for my CDS. erm... yay? haha. Well.. it's a design subject and my design friends seem to like that subject. I suppose I am quite glad I got it... I guess. Ok bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107332845221973703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107332845221973703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332845221973703' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107332437673552528</id><published>2004-01-06T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T01:40:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Thursday - "War All The Time" album Had a bad bad bad headache today. Went for the Principle Management lecture today which I was not supposed to, so that I wouldn't have to go school on Thursday. On the way home, terrible terrible headache.. And got caught in the rain. Head throbbing in the rain. ugh. Not a happy feeling. Got home, head was killing me.. Felt as though my heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107332437673552528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107332437673552528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332437673552528' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107322845923265768</id><published>2004-01-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T23:02:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Thursday - Signals Over The Air Ok tomorrow starting school again. Yucky. I hope my classmates won't suck so much. Maybe just a little would be fine. And I really really hope they won't be boring nerds. They always make me look extra stupid.You guys are evil.. First you said I should save my money, now you say I should buy an MD.. bah.. I spoilt 4 MDs before remember? Okok... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107322845923265768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107322845923265768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322845923265768' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107314279910236396</id><published>2004-01-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T23:14:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist I'm bored!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107314279910236396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107314279910236396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107314279910236396' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107307450416225511</id><published>2004-01-03T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T04:16:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Feeling Good Gonna write in malay:kimak.. aku ni giler ke bodoh sak.. tak kisah ah bual mlayu, bual mlayu arrrr.. cam sial ah.. skrg dah kol baper sak.. sok keje kol 7.30.. kena bangon kol 5.30..kimak... asal ngan aku nie. dah ah tak ngantok satu hal, tak nak buat diri aku ngantok lagik cam sial. argh. camaner lah aku nak bangon. confirm tak bangon nyer. sial ah. abeh sok</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107307450416225511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107307450416225511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307450416225511' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107306446295812323</id><published>2004-01-03T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T01:43:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Time Is Running Out What should I buy (again)?MP3 player   MD player   Repair old MD player   iPod   Save the money   MP3 discman   Something else     Heh.. ok.. did another one of these things.. vote here now.. Don't choose iPod.. those things are super expensive. I'm just putting it there for show. hehe. And I don't wanna save the money! I need a music playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107306446295812323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107306446295812323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306446295812323' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107298108333915313</id><published>2004-01-02T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T02:31:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: my throbbing head I'm feeling quite crappy these few days. Yuck I hate this feeling. And what's more is that it's unexplainable. And I cannot rid of this fear I feel from having to work. Could it be because tomorrow is the first time I'll be working by myself, and not be under training? Could it be that I have not worked for sometime already and now I'm feeling rather awkward? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107298108333915313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107298108333915313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298108333915313' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107297040084712843</id><published>2004-01-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:21:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: silence I do not have the mood to do anything. Simply put, I am quite bored. Perhaps boredom is not the right word to describe the mood I am having now. I feel so... blah. Yes that's right. Very much blah. It must be the horrid new year. I can almost feel as though this is not going to be a happy year for me. I still have not made any resolutions. I procrastinate too much, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107297040084712843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107297040084712843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297040084712843' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107287631921293975</id><published>2003-12-31T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T21:13:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Time Is Running Out I'm getting all sulky. I'm going to write properly in English. The entries I have posted quite recently disgusts me. Maybe it's just the sulking mood I'm having now. Happy New Year's Eve. I have not made any resolutions. I hardly did any of those I made the last year. I had 5 resolutions and I believe I kept 4 of them. I'm making more again this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107287631921293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107287631921293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107287631921293975' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107279567002714304</id><published>2003-12-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:52:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Citizen Erased Ok, went to town with Nuraini earlier. Scary Movie 3 is hilarious. It's actually quite a stupid mindless show to watch, but it is still really funny. Practically throughout the whole movie I was laughing. kekek sia. And I can't believe I spent $30 just today. It wasn't as though I bought things, just spent on things that I don't bring home and see. Food, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107279567002714304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107279567002714304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279567002714304' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107272490283209414</id><published>2003-12-30T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T04:46:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Dead Stari like my new layout. cam best gitu. although the sides like not a lot of things like that. but nevermind la eh. and look.. the blogger advertisement is gone! and it's so blueeeee (cam umah farah haha). But the blog like no information about me at all eh. my name also don have. unless you count the crapped by part. ah who cares right. weee~ i like my new layout.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107272490283209414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107272490283209414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272490283209414' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107271802957834532</id><published>2003-12-30T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T01:15:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - Time is Running Outok.. changed my layout. what do you think? cannak giler siak aku buat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107271802957834532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107271802957834532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107271802957834532' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484561.post-107269448394537776</id><published>2003-12-29T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:42:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening to: Muse - TSP blegh.. all ive been doing is sleep and sleep and sleep. and even now im so sleepy. i didn't take the medicine that is supposed to make me drowsy, just my antibiotics and even now im sleepy. yawn. thank goodness for coffee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107269448394537776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5484561/posts/default/107269448394537776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatdecay.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107269448394537776' title=''/><author><name>Rai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16844766030546707254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
