<?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-6590519754848593201</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Everyday Life~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark a.k.a Blurcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902871920364907279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SGN2qukxEXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fHMEZJ4jCn4/S220/Image051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590519754848593201.post-8874741262039729067</id><published>2008-09-02T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:39:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say...</title><content type='html'>You say the Trio sticks together, but I don't feel it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need something, you ask C.Y to follow you but never me..... Never once you asked me, but you asked C.Y so many freaking times. Go see fireworks, go shopping at Lowyat, go see Putrajaya. I was never in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the Trio shares possessions, but I don't feel it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When C.Y needs something, you rush to help him. When he needs help with his laptop, you are never too far away. Yet, when I need something or help, you are never there. When C.Y needs an external hard-disk to transfer files, you bounce into action and offer yours. When I want to borrow it for file transfer, you firmly say NO! You might just break it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the Trio can talk anything under the sun, but I don't feel it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you and C.Y start a conversation, WoW, it can go on seemly forever. Anything, everything you can talk..... but when it comes to me, you can't even hold a decent conversation with me. A conversation with you always ends up with you saying Shut UP! Ho-Hum! or Suibian! Gah, that really annoys me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the Trio should care for one another, but I don't feel it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn, a useless tool of conversing because no emotions are involved... So when C.Y just seem to be angry through his words, you get all panicky and ask me if he was angry at you. Yet, when I'm angry at you, you couldn't be bothered about how I feel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're sorry but I don't feel it..... Prove it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590519754848593201-8874741262039729067?l=livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8874741262039729067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590519754848593201&amp;postID=8874741262039729067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/8874741262039729067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/8874741262039729067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-say.html' title='You Say...'/><author><name>Mark a.k.a Blurcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902871920364907279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SGN2qukxEXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fHMEZJ4jCn4/S220/Image051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590519754848593201.post-2179405007793848635</id><published>2008-08-28T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:02:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.....</title><content type='html'>So long never blog liao, must be like what 1 month? Felt I didnt have anything interesting to blog, so never blog loh. My life has never been interesting anyway. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today is such a freaking depressing day. Depress what also i dunno, everything looked so depressing to me. Guess its signs of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;? Wonder what is causing this leh..... Is it a person? An object? Or something deeper? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sien&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the only thing that made me happier abit today is Wai Yuen's email. That idiot always send useless shit give me, but at least now its something useful. Its about your attitude, whether you want to be positive or negative about a situation. I have been looking at everything so negatively that I'm losing my personality. What happened to the happy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone blaming me? Try be friendly, ppl tell me shut up. When I shut up, they think I'm emo. What the fuck do they want out of me woh? Be positive or negative also wrong, be emotionless la?! HAIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this situation does not improve, I'll go &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590519754848593201-2179405007793848635?l=livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2179405007793848635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590519754848593201&amp;postID=2179405007793848635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/2179405007793848635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/2179405007793848635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='Back.....'/><author><name>Mark a.k.a Blurcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902871920364907279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SGN2qukxEXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fHMEZJ4jCn4/S220/Image051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590519754848593201.post-3358265572514574433</id><published>2008-07-13T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:33:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out!</title><content type='html'>My little trip to a games convention at Mid Valley turned out finding something really cool. Check them out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYG_9dWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQYjKgSl8q8/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYG_9dWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQYjKgSl8q8/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513520364320098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sculpture, look very real right? I saw this today and wanted to show you guys some more :) Here's more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYMlPGkI/AAAAAAAAABA/YUKbUomfiXg/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYMlPGkI/AAAAAAAAABA/YUKbUomfiXg/s320/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513521862842946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYbm162I/AAAAAAAAABI/u_qeAAX471M/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYbm162I/AAAAAAAAABI/u_qeAAX471M/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513525896112994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYfUv6bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hfMKRkbVGj0/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYfUv6bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hfMKRkbVGj0/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513526893963698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoXEra5sUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W2sIh9624Zk/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoXEra5sUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W2sIh9624Zk/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512087031984450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, guess what are they made from? Plasticine? Wood? Stone? Mud? Its actually dessert :)) Yum Yum, the lovely chocolate, strawberries, and watever else you can think of la.... Its actually made from that. It was a bakery competition held at Mid Valley. There was a part where they displayed the different cakes and chocolates and other ingredient pieces used to make the whole display itself. It looks too good to be eaten, but I think cannot eat de la...... most of them are colored. My favourite one and I think is also the most exotic one is.... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHofw6UjOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/fidIMeg4S6U/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHofw6UjOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/fidIMeg4S6U/s320/Image064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222521643039144226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called Dungeons and Dragons. So exotic o_O Haha..... hopefully can see something like this again, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590519754848593201-3358265572514574433?l=livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3358265572514574433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590519754848593201&amp;postID=3358265572514574433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/3358265572514574433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/3358265572514574433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-it-out.html' title='Check It Out!'/><author><name>Mark a.k.a Blurcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902871920364907279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SGN2qukxEXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fHMEZJ4jCn4/S220/Image051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SHoYYG_9dWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQYjKgSl8q8/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590519754848593201.post-4687084734969042336</id><published>2008-06-26T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:10:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used.......</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been used by someone before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have..... everyone has unless you are a freak or something. Got this idiot of a F***** that always pretend to be a nice guy to get things from me. Like want to pinjam stuff, then be super nice...... otherwise, hilang until dunno go where. So idiotic la. Today, all he wanted from me was to pinjam my laptop just so he can do his work. Purposely make me feel bad for making him wait, so i left the CC early........ walked around aimlessly for him..... can even go collect laundry..... and guess what..... He is too busy staring at dream gal that doesn't even know he exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway..... after he has finished with his business..... come hounding on my room door, came in and started peeling his dirty feet injuries all over my bed. Its so disgusting! GG, imagine peeling black coloured blood on someone's bed. So much for politeness? Moving on, kena dragged to the first floor, sat there waiting for him to do his work which was precisely the only reason he came looking for me -_-. Not even 15 minutes later, his friend called and his literally ditched me there and go find his friend. Came back with his friend, i became mr.invisible..... practically ignored. I was so angry, what kind of friend is this supposed to be? -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him and go back my room, he came looking for his stuff, i just threw the stuff at him and slammed the door. Can't believe all he wanted from me was my laptop, and to make things worse, when i actually needed help from him the night before, guess what he did. He said, no time, not free, busy, go away there and then in my face....... WTF?. Okay.... i know that slamming the door was abit too exaggerated, but you can imagine how angry i was. Sigh, used........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590519754848593201-4687084734969042336?l=livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4687084734969042336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590519754848593201&amp;postID=4687084734969042336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/4687084734969042336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590519754848593201/posts/default/4687084734969042336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinginaweirdworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/used.html' title='Used.......'/><author><name>Mark a.k.a Blurcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08902871920364907279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ANUgLXVSJ6Y/SGN2qukxEXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fHMEZJ4jCn4/S220/Image051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590519754848593201.post-1703478372676343651</id><published>2008-06-22T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:14:30.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, frightening and food, a 3 in 1 package....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friday 20 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What started as a normal day changed into a 3 in 1 package. Wake up macam zombie, go attend class, hear Miss Poo my stats teacher teach statistics can really vomit blood. She practically dont teach much and expect people to know everything. Once, i just asked her if she knew my name, and she called me "RUDE". WTF? She wants me to call her Miss Poo before asking a question. -_- Obviously, she doesnt deserve me calling her that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In any case, after class..... I got dragged to a place called Sri Hartamas in the evening. The journey there already, so freaking scary. Elaine, the girl who drove me there...... followed my other 2 friends, Ernest and Aqila who also drove. Ernest is such a rogue, my goodness. He broke 2 traffic rules, making Elaine like super pek cek. Even worse, he DROVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD! Me and Elaine saw everything from opposite the road. Another big WTF? We suddenly hear HONK!!!!!!!!! and they almost crashed. After that leh, Elaine somemore never on signal when trying to turn into a junction and another big HONK!!!!!! was heard....... and she crashed into a stone. Luckily for her, her car wasnt damaged *much*. So scary man..... KL drivers are SCARY!!! Especially P drivers, dont sit their car :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We finally reached Sri Hartamas centre barely..... we walked around aimlessly. Apparently, the place only opens at night like 7+ then the place become discoland or something like that. So we pergi la jalan jalan, jalan into this Old Town Ipoh shop thinking want to makan dinner. Aqila then suggested that we should go makan at her uncle's place nearby, for free. After sitting in the restaurant for like so long, now only baru she suggest that...... the waiters were like waiting forever for our orders. One guy even came and took out that paper and pencil and put in front of our face hoping to take our orders. LOL! But as soon as we hear FREE MAKAN!, Elaine like shoooosh out of the restaurant, then we like so embarrassed, sit so long, use their toilet already then suddenly ciao like that. Haha....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically after that, we walked for 1/2 hour and reach the restaurant. Man, it is soooooo nice looking the restaurant. So high class like that. The food was punjabi food, which i have never tried before. Wow, the butter chicken, the curry chicken, the mutton were all so good. The PRATA was the BEST PRATA ever. Well, we had fun eating and crapping in a high class restaurant. LOL. We thanked Aqila's uncle and said byebye~ &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ironic eh, a crash then a superb makan~ We couldnt asked for more. 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