<?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-29393380</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:12:28.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-552412995010074729</id><published>2008-11-15T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:43:59.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 1 and a half year later.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the laziness in the world, Rad decided to spend the cold evening hiding in her heavenly room, spending some special time with her bed and her loyal little friends, Barney, Pinky Piglet, Boncet Pooh and not forgetting the Care Bears..... With voice like the Malaysian Singer, Ella (ehem) Rad stood in front of the mirror dedicating songs after songs to her little inhuman fans. Awhile later, after the private mini concert, Rad then found herself staring at the HP notebook screen, as her cute little fingers actively typing, browsing the famous YouTube, trying to tickle herself with watever videos on it. Hours passed and boredom knocked on her door. Rad thought it would be nice to give her blog a visit, reminiscing the time which has gone. They say time flies when you are having fun. One year, and Rad hardly feels it. Indeed, can say that apart from some of the commitments she has to take care of, Rad enjoys her life now. Learning new things, meeting new people. The only little regret she has with her is the rush in making the decision to continue her studies. Sometimes she thought that it would be better to do it later. Perhaps when everything has settled down. Now, she's finding it a little hard to cope with managing time, distractions of having fun plus work and not to mention the financial part of it. Oh well, it would be a greater regret if Rad were to do something halfway and thus Rad is now looking for all the motivation to pursue on. Go Rad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year has gone, and Rad is still single. And yeap, Rad loves being single. Rad went out with a couple of guys but, urgh.. its just so hard to impress Rad ok. Just crushes here and eye candy there to make it a little exciting. Haha. Anyway, Rad wonder how her dear Ex boyfriend is doing. Probably found someone new, but totally no regret on her side. Because Rad has a lot of great friends around. Even though they have their own commitments now, the Humpalangs still meet up once in a while. The last outing was the kite flying session at West Coast Park under the hot sun which cause Rad's body to have 2 colour tone now. Plus, Rad has got some cool peeps from work. Rad thinks she has put on a few kilo. Random. Ever since Rad stop running up and down the Hockey pitch trying to chase a ball with her Grays Stick, her stamina drop drastically. Plus with her bad smoking habit. Urgh. This is very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Rad needs to visit the Fantasy Land now. Next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-552412995010074729?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/552412995010074729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=552412995010074729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/552412995010074729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/552412995010074729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-1-and-half-year-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8390436631970321813</id><published>2007-07-07T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:45.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ro9ndVyGcNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fjaE0NPL5EI/s1600-h/Image226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX7fFyGcHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/exXDH3nzVNA/s200/Image217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081744266104303730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX8VFyGcII/AAAAAAAAAZA/UsTdSr7tCtc/s1600-h/Image%282623%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX8VFyGcII/AAAAAAAAAZA/UsTdSr7tCtc/s200/Image%282623%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081745193817239682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX7L1yGcGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/p4O4M2kRjhs/s1600-h/Image%282626%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX7L1yGcGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/p4O4M2kRjhs/s200/Image%282626%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081743935391821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-4807622343234661189?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4807622343234661189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=4807622343234661189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4807622343234661189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4807622343234661189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-love-is-killing-me-but-youre-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoX7fFyGcHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/exXDH3nzVNA/s72-c/Image217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6001668690589503348</id><published>2007-06-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:46.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another night at a Mamak coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;I can marry indian guy already.&lt;br /&gt;Handsome one of course&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoYABVyGcJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jTQBGqCnRq4/s1600-h/Image195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoYABVyGcJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jTQBGqCnRq4/s200/Image195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081749252561334418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoYABVyGcKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/S-Zv8zcIt4s/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoYABVyGcKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/S-Zv8zcIt4s/s200/Image196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081749252561334434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6001668690589503348?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6001668690589503348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6001668690589503348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6001668690589503348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6001668690589503348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-night-at-mamak-coffee-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoYABVyGcJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jTQBGqCnRq4/s72-c/Image195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-483974351524137611</id><published>2007-06-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:47.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Self Obsession this time..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHJIlyGcEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oSHwXL0Lps0/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHJIlyGcEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oSHwXL0Lps0/s200/Image207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080563004069015618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHHNVyGcCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dPrKUDln-5E/s1600-h/izyan+N+Rad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHHNVyGcCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dPrKUDln-5E/s200/izyan+N+Rad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080560886650138658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHHNlyGcDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OHnKP-JJQrw/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHHNlyGcDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OHnKP-JJQrw/s200/Image205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080560890945105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yeah, its my dear Sang Bday toDay..&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby Baby,&lt;br /&gt;i Miss You&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-483974351524137611?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/483974351524137611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=483974351524137611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/483974351524137611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/483974351524137611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-self-obsession-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RoHJIlyGcEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oSHwXL0Lps0/s72-c/Image207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6507499865343026511</id><published>2007-06-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:47.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="std_font" &gt;I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rn5wklJaaLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DWoGUSLMCZY/s1600-h/Image183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rn5wklJaaLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DWoGUSLMCZY/s200/Image183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079621203469691058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6507499865343026511?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6507499865343026511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6507499865343026511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6507499865343026511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6507499865343026511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-do-anything-for-smile-holding-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rn5wklJaaLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DWoGUSLMCZY/s72-c/Image183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8769944732790074892</id><published>2007-06-20T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:49.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RnkDXlJaaAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MB105LUzD0U/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q8lJaZ0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/twQv_5huYmA/s320/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041759014840194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4rl1JaZ4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/-fV_wAQKXT4/s320/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075039998078248738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4p_VJaZyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Xr7riKJR8c/s320/DSC02471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041054640203602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q81JaZ1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SzMO3lEBSTA/s320/DSC02407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041058935170914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q9FJaZ2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LeWIEpgbn3M/s320/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041763309807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4rmFJaZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ywXE4qiac2o/s320/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041063230138226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q9VJaZ3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ihQHrahgPTI/s320/DSC02472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041046050268978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q8VJaZzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KF6C_WQbOmU/s320/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075041767604774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4rmVJaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/RDEfWmwmjuI/s320/DSC02466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-1508822811815857434?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1508822811815857434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=1508822811815857434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1508822811815857434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1508822811815857434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rm4q8lJaZ0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/twQv_5huYmA/s72-c/DSC02433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-2887503825566386978</id><published>2007-05-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; EuroFunFair with 2 gfs + herrrrr BF ^_^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703044717917218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkGRaNCI/AAAAAAAAATo/r-F-Qz-2XN8/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703049012884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkWRaNDI/AAAAAAAAATw/JNOL6HJAgPA/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703049012884546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkWRaNEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qyBPGdlfyvk/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703053307851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkmRaNFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HxXyUcVgLNM/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703053307851874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkmRaNGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/G_-QbaVxuMU/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703615948567666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlenFWRaNHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qNvaSKJnCCM/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703620243534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlenFmRaNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/Fk50JU2GaG8/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703624538502290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlenF2RaNJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8KOHVzltIlk/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703628833469602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlenGGRaNKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZlL0oG9bn_o/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068703633128436914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlenGWRaNLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/drkkK5m-sxo/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-2887503825566386978?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2887503825566386978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=2887503825566386978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2887503825566386978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2887503825566386978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/05/eurofunfair-with-2-gfs-herrrrr-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RlemkGRaNCI/AAAAAAAAATo/r-F-Qz-2XN8/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3796983533387515647</id><published>2007-04-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:55.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still a long way to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpNul0zI/AAAAAAAAATI/bQ9nrfvM7cM/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059202252643095346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpNul0zI/AAAAAAAAATI/bQ9nrfvM7cM/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpNul00I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GMpf4MNmyD0/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059202252643095362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpNul00I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GMpf4MNmyD0/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpdul01I/AAAAAAAAATY/WwZXhUhCjUM/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059202256938062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpdul01I/AAAAAAAAATY/WwZXhUhCjUM/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlptul02I/AAAAAAAAATg/G0HWySi0J4U/s1600-h/23042007206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059202261233029986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlptul02I/AAAAAAAAATg/G0HWySi0J4U/s320/23042007206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3796983533387515647?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3796983533387515647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3796983533387515647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3796983533387515647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3796983533387515647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-long-way-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RjXlpNul0zI/AAAAAAAAATI/bQ9nrfvM7cM/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-7849567192936577713</id><published>2007-04-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:47:24.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No work today coz had to go for an interview at MOE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interviewed by 4 ppl at one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear and Anxiety attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i sat there looking like a blur sotong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thought that i would be a teacher right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, wat a joke to some of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is so unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not always one way straight road yeap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-7849567192936577713?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7849567192936577713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=7849567192936577713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7849567192936577713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7849567192936577713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-work-today-coz-had-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6420617379843071628</id><published>2007-04-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:29:32.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adakah ini hanya illusiku nyanyian merdu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Membuaikan diri impi lena ku sendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apalah dayaku tanpa dirimu menghukum kalbu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mendambakan kebahagiaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhh, jiwang kental siak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6420617379843071628?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6420617379843071628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6420617379843071628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6420617379843071628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6420617379843071628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/04/adakah-ini-hanya-illusiku-nyanyian.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3237356556916961277</id><published>2007-04-02T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:55.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;URGH, Its Monday AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048806398801839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RhD2q4RNhzI/AAAAAAAAASY/KZsO-1CyvAQ/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Stone for hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes Daydream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes serious Thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But always Lost and Clueless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3237356556916961277?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3237356556916961277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3237356556916961277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3237356556916961277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3237356556916961277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/04/urgh-its-monday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RhD2q4RNhzI/AAAAAAAAASY/KZsO-1CyvAQ/s72-c/Image037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5183741953836611024</id><published>2007-04-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:55.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went E2max to play games.. Stayed there abit longer than planned actually. Free gaming wat can i say, overnight there also no problem. Miss working there actually *wink wink* So we (me &amp; Szemin) played O2Jam and CS until Eye ache, Head ache, Backside ache. All these added on to the Heart ache already in me. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RhDy8IRNhyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gVxJrIzpOVY/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048802297108072226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RhDy8IRNhyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gVxJrIzpOVY/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So anyway, this is Hamster feeding on LongJohnFish Combo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5183741953836611024?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5183741953836611024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5183741953836611024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5183741953836611024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5183741953836611024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-e2max-to-play-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RhDy8IRNhyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gVxJrIzpOVY/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-433300235444618989</id><published>2007-03-31T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T03:36:34.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creep - RadioHead Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9gyAZXZMFs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9gyAZXZMFs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-433300235444618989?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/433300235444618989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=433300235444618989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/433300235444618989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/433300235444618989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/embed-src.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6655207838639957003</id><published>2007-03-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:55.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rg0Dt4RNhwI/AAAAAAAAASA/dbmG4DtcSWY/s1600-h/ho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047694844085765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rg0Dt4RNhwI/AAAAAAAAASA/dbmG4DtcSWY/s320/ho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another boring day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hours on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mata can go KERO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boleh mati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this comp is fucking Windows 97!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That vs my Super WindowsXP pentium 4 at hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can go insane like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on, Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go upgrade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleagh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6655207838639957003?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6655207838639957003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6655207838639957003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6655207838639957003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6655207838639957003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-boring-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rg0Dt4RNhwI/AAAAAAAAASA/dbmG4DtcSWY/s72-c/ho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3308428213205128017</id><published>2007-03-29T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:55.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have changed but we're still the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgvKLYRNhvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FN0biOTrI3Q/s1600-h/sano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350104240785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgvKLYRNhvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FN0biOTrI3Q/s320/sano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3308428213205128017?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3308428213205128017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3308428213205128017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3308428213205128017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3308428213205128017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-changed-but-were-still-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgvKLYRNhvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FN0biOTrI3Q/s72-c/sano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8736155285359691234</id><published>2007-03-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days Worth Living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgcnjspegtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HOTaXFQKuC0/s1600-h/3E4-Mdm-Fadilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046045401725960914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgcnjspegtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HOTaXFQKuC0/s400/3E4-Mdm-Fadilah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8736155285359691234?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8736155285359691234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8736155285359691234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8736155285359691234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8736155285359691234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/days-worth-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RgcnjspegtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HOTaXFQKuC0/s72-c/3E4-Mdm-Fadilah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-1829326160705112713</id><published>2007-03-18T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:57.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only a few weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youngest cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahamad haziq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043252101675934578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07EPEi43I/AAAAAAAAAQo/44y5z709ys8/s200/muhamad+haziq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043252105970901890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07EfEi44I/AAAAAAAAAQw/qYArLaUB2ko/s200/muhamad+haziq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Muhamad Danial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043252110265869218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07EvEi46I/AAAAAAAAARA/fbU7ewwUilw/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07EvEi45I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cHtSELlqcJo/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazimah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07E_Ei47I/AAAAAAAAARI/33Q_SQnr274/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043252114560836530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07E_Ei47I/AAAAAAAAARI/33Q_SQnr274/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SweetHearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-1829326160705112713?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1829326160705112713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=1829326160705112713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1829326160705112713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1829326160705112713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rf07EPEi43I/AAAAAAAAAQo/44y5z709ys8/s72-c/muhamad+haziq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-4302726049577719662</id><published>2007-03-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:57.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RfthWUDvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/932qQzD4jDQ/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042731243740791282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RfthWUDvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/932qQzD4jDQ/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice view, if u know wat i mean. &lt;div align="center"&gt;ooohh laa laa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-4302726049577719662?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4302726049577719662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=4302726049577719662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4302726049577719662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4302726049577719662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-view-if-u-know-wat-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RfthWUDvAfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/932qQzD4jDQ/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8235990075904536314</id><published>2007-03-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:12:59.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im too tired to update this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8235990075904536314?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8235990075904536314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8235990075904536314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8235990075904536314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8235990075904536314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-too-tired-to-update-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-203902349992650389</id><published>2007-03-02T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:12:36.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 more hour, the GCE A level Results will be out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im freaking scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, just came back from work interview, from Monday onwards Rad will be working at MayBank. Ha, finally after many weeks of rotting at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-203902349992650389?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/203902349992650389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=203902349992650389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/203902349992650389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/203902349992650389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-more-hour-gce-level-results-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8037687634625031654</id><published>2007-02-22T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:00.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Surprise, Surprise Nyonya Pojiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222145849726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0mXoPHFWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KS_Z88rjN4Y/s320/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222132964824386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0mW4PHFUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cKw2S_cgNvo/s320/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222137259791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0mXIPHFVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s1NQ5gMuwd0/s320/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0lw4PHFQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tNHBi0ASHDU/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221480129795330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0lw4PHFQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tNHBi0ASHDU/s320/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221484424762642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0lxIPHFRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lggBB07ma8g/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0lxoPHFSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-ob9XjSHZgI/s1600-h/IMG_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221493014697250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0lxoPHFSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-ob9XjSHZgI/s320/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0l0IPHFTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cjxafTpvEEM/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221535964370226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0l0IPHFTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cjxafTpvEEM/s320/IMG_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222949008610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0nGYPHFYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6PL4_gqpe7E/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0kioPHFNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IJvAePl6KQk/s1600-h/IMG_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034220135805031634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0kioPHFNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IJvAePl6KQk/s320/IMG_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0ki4PHFOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/x0CPB_9Jm78/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034220140099998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0ki4PHFOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/x0CPB_9Jm78/s320/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222725670311282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0m5YPHFXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WR97bO4j80k/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KuraKura JadiJadi-an :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8037687634625031654?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8037687634625031654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8037687634625031654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8037687634625031654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8037687634625031654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprise-surprise-nyonya-pojiah.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rd0mXoPHFWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KS_Z88rjN4Y/s72-c/IMG_0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-2507502840023028542</id><published>2007-02-13T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:51:31.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a necklace from GoldHeart For V-day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalalalalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY V-DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-2507502840023028542?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2507502840023028542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=2507502840023028542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2507502840023028542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2507502840023028542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-necklace-from-goldheart-for-v-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-1450641270206290012</id><published>2007-02-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:00.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;AFRO GIRL HAS NO FRONT TEETH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rc70Z6a6hxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lV2R4kv4FoQ/s1600-h/184347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030226559835473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rc70Z6a6hxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lV2R4kv4FoQ/s320/184347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH well, now that i left E2max, im so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone wanna go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-1450641270206290012?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1450641270206290012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=1450641270206290012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1450641270206290012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/1450641270206290012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/afro-girl-has-no-front-teeth-d-oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rc70Z6a6hxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lV2R4kv4FoQ/s72-c/184347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-942646727737995198</id><published>2007-02-07T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:02.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 19th Bday to Rad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; @ VivoCIty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvRqJUvwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PVm7zF_GkR8/s1600-h/edited3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028813545586081538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvRqJUvwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PVm7zF_GkR8/s200/edited3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvSKJUvxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/a4DEFgytU6A/s1600-h/edited4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028813554176016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvSKJUvxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/a4DEFgytU6A/s200/edited4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvSqJUvyI/AAAAAAAAALA/9GD0vR0g7VQ/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028813562765950754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvSqJUvyI/AAAAAAAAALA/9GD0vR0g7VQ/s200/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028811892023672498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcntxaJUvrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YbXVYFE_ia4/s200/IMG_0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028811900613607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcntx6JUvsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WqLzRGH-xeA/s200/IMG_0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028811900613607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcntx6JUvtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XWvlOUDeqLM/s200/edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028811909203541730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcntyaJUvuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tBBAT87DGmI/s200/IMG_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028811913498509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcntyqJUvvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Dt0s2Ui1KCc/s200/edited2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cancel my visit to MOS with Grace &amp; Friends bcoz my nose is sick :S Damn it, its Ladies Night! Urgh. Watever it is, still had a good time with my gfs and guy friend today.&lt;br /&gt; Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-942646727737995198?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/942646727737995198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=942646727737995198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/942646727737995198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/942646727737995198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-19th-bday-to-rad-thanks-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RcnvRqJUvwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PVm7zF_GkR8/s72-c/edited3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5095136573868946074</id><published>2007-02-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:03.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore Vs Thailand @ Singapore National Stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn3L6JUv-I/AAAAAAAAANY/yS2IPXk23dQ/s1600-h/IMG_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028822242894856162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn3L6JUv-I/AAAAAAAAANY/yS2IPXk23dQ/s200/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn3MKJUv_I/AAAAAAAAANg/ENCS40jzOFs/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028822247189823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn3MKJUv_I/AAAAAAAAANg/ENCS40jzOFs/s200/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2h6JUv5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ll4xXnd79_E/s1600-h/IMG_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028821521340350354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2h6JUv5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ll4xXnd79_E/s200/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2iKJUv6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yuQNI-EX82A/s1600-h/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028821525635317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2iKJUv6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yuQNI-EX82A/s200/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2iaJUv7I/AAAAAAAAANA/W96f8HSLYtE/s1600-h/IMG_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028821529930284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2iaJUv7I/AAAAAAAAANA/W96f8HSLYtE/s200/IMG_0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2i6JUv8I/AAAAAAAAANI/mFkDMhWc8aw/s1600-h/IMG_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028821538520219586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2i6JUv8I/AAAAAAAAANI/mFkDMhWc8aw/s200/IMG_0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2jKJUv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/JUaqeAEYSv8/s1600-h/IMG_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028821542815186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn2jKJUv9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/JUaqeAEYSv8/s200/IMG_0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5095136573868946074?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5095136573868946074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5095136573868946074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5095136573868946074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5095136573868946074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-vs-thailand-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn3L6JUv-I/AAAAAAAAANY/yS2IPXk23dQ/s72-c/IMG_0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-2703868764797185850</id><published>2007-02-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:05.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father Side Family Dinner @ Sakura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0taJUv3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kWDAx2000Jo/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028819519885590386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0taJUv3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kWDAx2000Jo/s200/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0tqJUv4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/mHUQ5uAX2AI/s1600-h/IMG_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028819524180557698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0tqJUv4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/mHUQ5uAX2AI/s200/IMG_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0L6JUv2I/AAAAAAAAAME/F2SNJHXkp50/s1600-h/Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028818944359972706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0L6JUv2I/AAAAAAAAAME/F2SNJHXkp50/s200/Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcnz9aJUv0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5KTy6wxApb4/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028818695251869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcnz9aJUv0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5KTy6wxApb4/s200/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcnz9qJUv1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/31wBi0RSlew/s1600-h/Edited-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028818699546836818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcnz9qJUv1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/31wBi0RSlew/s200/Edited-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i look younger than my sis huh? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-2703868764797185850?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2703868764797185850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=2703868764797185850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2703868764797185850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2703868764797185850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/02/father-side-family-dinner-sakura-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Rcn0taJUv3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kWDAx2000Jo/s72-c/IMG_0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6017103017058723923</id><published>2007-01-29T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:19:37.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last two months, ive been spending much of my time at Cathay Cineleisure Level 9. Standing in front of more than 130 computers and providing service to the most annoying customers on Earth. Bleagh. It feels like ive known that place pretty well now. Met some friends there. Rafi, he is the security guard there. He assists in alot of stuff, especially during the weekends when the place turn into an Amazon with all the wild animals. Hooligans. Some good looking ones too. Hah. Talking about this 50+year old guy ah, he can be really irritating sometimes. Especially when he tell stupid lame jokes. I have to tickle myself so that i wont make him look bad by him laughing alone. Bleagh. Working there can be boring too especially on weekdays. Just imagine, there was this particular time, a cinema staff got too bored that she willingly wrote a whole page full of "bored" . Bleagh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few bad experiences working there. One, Ang mo mother and two kids came to my counter to play Xbox 360. The mother so fucked up. She had to pay a price slightly different becoz it was on a weekend. (Price rate there change at different time and day) Even after xplaining to her, she was still like argueing with me. And i was stunned when she started to scream at me. Wat the fuck woman? Are u having oldage senility syndrome or wat. Or a hard time gg thru menopause period. Mental deterioration in progress fuck hell. U dont have to fucking scream at me damn it. Called my supervisor and i dont know wat happen to her next. God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there was 4 rich kids entering Quest&amp;Fortress (4pc room). Like wat he always does, Rafi would joke around and wait until everything is settled before he leaves the room. But instead of saying thank you, these ang mo kids (again ang mo) shoo him out of the room saying that they paid for the room so one else should have the right to be in there except them. Hello? What are u thinking? U think without ur money the company could go bankrupt is it? U think without ur money, the staff there would starve to death? Wat the fuck kids. And this is not the end, they were watching Dvd and the music outside was too loud. They called the service phone, i picked up, they shouted, and slammed down the phone. WTF. I didnt bother to attend to their request. If they were to talk with some manners, i might take the effort to lower the music. They called a few times. I ignored, something they deserve. God damn, have some respect. Who u think u are? The last call, Rafi picked it up and this is wat exactly they said "Lower down the music or we punch u in the face!" Wtf. ANd mind u, these kids are like fucking 12-14 years old. They think their money worth alot. Wtf. If only i could burn their dollar in front of their shit face and ask them to leave. I think after the call, Rafi went to the room and squeeze the shit outta them. These kids need to learn the meaning of being humble not just knowing how to spell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate rich rude kids. U guys can fuck urself. Damn dont give me that fucked up face thinking that ur high standardness could buy anything. u do that again, im gonna stick a bamboo stick up ur ass. I dont giv a fuck about ur fucking money. Im just waiting for a great opportunity to bust these kids. i really Dont mind losing my job. If u giv me two choices, 500 bucks or kicking these fucked up kids in their peanuts, i'll choose the 2nd one. Arrogant bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i made friends there,Szemin. Haha. We could go crazy with O2jam for hours. haha. And cheryl who could drive me insane working with her. Every little thing she does can make me laugh. Darjit who always talk about girls and his wife. The Andy guy at koolpix is getting annoying. Flirting, and thats disgusting. Always disturb me with Rafi, just becoz he gave me a bottle of perfume the other day. Come on, the guy is the same age as my father lor.. And i believe there's no meaning to the perfume. or maybe he gave me that becoz the 4D number i gave him the other day strike. So its a way to say thank you? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, he bookout after two weeks at Tekong. Damn it felt like 2 years. Haha. ANyway something spoil my mood that evening. We were suppose to see Apoclypto but we didnt becoz the ticketing staff gave us the tix at wrong timing. We bought the ticket at 7plus and this old auntie gave us the 6.45pm show. WTf auntie, will u just retire and dun giv any trouble. and this is not the first time this particular cinema screw us up. The last time, same cinema at jurong east, they give us tixs for diff day. WTF. Wondering wat cinema it was? Here's a clue, not Cathay. Not Golden Village. Easy. The manager there is so fucked up, i think he's the Mr Sepet brother or something. We asked for a refund, but he said nope. Just gave us a different sitting instead. COuldnt give a fuck. We left the building without watching the movie and headed on to E2max, my second home. damn. i just felt like tearing the ticket which the manager had stamped right in front of his face u know. But oh well, let me not be the annoying customer. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh, ive typed quite alot now. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetest things is what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From you, i'll never be too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please say forever u will stay beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre my past, my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My all, my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My six in the morning when the clock rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I open up my eyes to a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Laughs, my frowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My ups, My downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a feeling that you get when you know that somethings true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I think of love I think of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i think of you - Lee Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6017103017058723923?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6017103017058723923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6017103017058723923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6017103017058723923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6017103017058723923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-two-months-ive-been-spending-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-2774688740023472679</id><published>2007-01-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:01:02.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since the day i decided to hang my hockey stick at one corner of my room, ive been starting to grow horizontally. OMG! And my arms are getting softer becoz of the everyday lunch and dinner with BurgerKing and LongJohnSilver and KFC. SIgh. And plus, i havent been sweating out at the Stadium or the gym for almost one month already. This is BAD. My body clock is so terrible now. Im becoming a pig. More than 10 hours of sleep a day is no more a problem. And if my mom were to leave me alone peacefully in my cozzzzzzy cozzzzzzzy room, i think i could stay in my bed 24 hours. But still at noon, her high pitch screaming, asking me to send my sis to school will everytime disturb my beautiful dream. Im becoming so lazy, and this is really bad. BAD BAD. So if ur gg running, please ask me along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-2774688740023472679?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2774688740023472679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=2774688740023472679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2774688740023472679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2774688740023472679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/01/ever-since-day-i-decided-to-hang-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-4272386959638260350</id><published>2007-01-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:05.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like other ordinary weekday, school kids jamming the shopping centres and buses..Trains and fast food restaurants... Rushing here and there in their fuck-ly uniform and bags.. BIG HAHAHAHA to them.. Remind me of my school days..im so glad i made it thru. Passing my A levels, thats a different story altogether. The major thing is, No more uncool, unglamour uniform for me! ANd waking up early in the morning, Books and books and books ive fucked them all goodbye long time. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, me and the girls spent sometime together yesterday at Sentosa. Basically just chill by the beach, EAT.. and watchd the sunset.. AWW.. how romantic horr.. Something that we havent done in awhile. We felt like tourists for awhile. The cool part, Siloso beach was ours.. HAhahahaha.. Just us and a few couple here and there, Fat ugly couple making out in the water.. Make out in the water, to protect our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the sun set, we were entertaind by fireworks... Since there were no one else there, we felt like as tho those fireworks were meant for us :S.. BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! its was so closeup that i was so afraid that the fire might get on us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8akqawHvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y7ZrjFESF80/s1600-h/Image%281716%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8akqawHvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y7ZrjFESF80/s320/Image%281716%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021261326705499890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;high when out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8adaawHuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mzsI2LyGKFo/s1600-h/Image%281709%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8adaawHuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mzsI2LyGKFo/s320/Image%281709%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021261202151448290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch and be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bOrnfYiqeKw/s1600-h/Image%281711%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bOrnfYiqeKw/s320/Image%281711%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021260493481844370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Munchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jFE5Qg07EC8/s1600-h/Image%281720%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jFE5Qg07EC8/s320/Image%281720%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021260493481844386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me say it again, BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0aawHsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xJazU7glUFQ/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0aawHsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xJazU7glUFQ/s320/P1010016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021260497776811714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rad N The Jojot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/R8oXNookG5k/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0KawHrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/R8oXNookG5k/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021260493481844402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monorail Xpress for the FirstTme. JAKON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0aawHtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gah34BpIPQs/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8Z0aawHtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gah34BpIPQs/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021260497776811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just hav to post this pic. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/64bbH2zlmu4/s1600-h/Image%281689%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/64bbH2zlmu4/s320/Image%281689%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021259849236749906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nyonyas @ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOaawHkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lxZglgiSUi4/s1600-h/Image%281693%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOaawHkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lxZglgiSUi4/s320/Image%281693%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021259844941782594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa Pass, the before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHmI/AAAAAAAAAII/RVZKvNthqyE/s1600-h/Image%281696%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHmI/AAAAAAAAAII/RVZKvNthqyE/s320/Image%281696%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021259849236749922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deliciously Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yl5rlZ7-FoI/s1600-h/Image%281703%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZOqawHnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yl5rlZ7-FoI/s320/Image%281703%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021259849236749938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun is setting and its just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZO6awHoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bSOdAa2kw54/s1600-h/Image%281706%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8ZO6awHoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bSOdAa2kw54/s320/Image%281706%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021259853531717250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-4272386959638260350?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4272386959638260350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=4272386959638260350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4272386959638260350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/4272386959638260350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/01/like-other-ordinary-weekday-school-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/Ra8akqawHvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y7ZrjFESF80/s72-c/Image%281716%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5496614525609821863</id><published>2007-01-10T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:04:27.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 January, and its been exactly 1 week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's gg Tekong and im so gonna miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i pray that he'll do fine there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one exactly know wat im gg through, so pls dont judge me from wat i do. Thanks for the advices tho. Appreciate them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANyway, im getting bored with my work. I need a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5496614525609821863?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5496614525609821863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5496614525609821863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5496614525609821863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5496614525609821863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-january-and-its-been-exactly-1-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3976435567972675018</id><published>2006-12-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:09.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JJ Graduation Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures taken with Friends and Teachers.. The food suck by the way, but nobody care becoz everybody busy taking pictures.. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014177440275430578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0NBk_LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rdWlSlgRIqg/s320/edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Testing our cameras in the merc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014177440275430594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0NBk_MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6N_7qnrDRA4/s320/edited2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXy2NBk_YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pZCsuHYYpGc/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180773170052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXy2NBk_YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pZCsuHYYpGc/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180781759987090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXy2tBk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R_2bTxfM4T4/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; People of table 122...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014178776010259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxB9Bk_SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KSRh943M4S0/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXy29Bk_aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6h6nT_qetXA/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180786054954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXy29Bk_aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6h6nT_qetXA/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MSyew And Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2NBk_VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Fks6AEsLpnI/s1600-h/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179673658424658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2NBk_VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Fks6AEsLpnI/s320/IMG_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hockey girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2dBk_WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S-XaxAZaPfA/s1600-h/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179677953391970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2dBk_WI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S-XaxAZaPfA/s320/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Khairiah and Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2tBk_XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qvz2GF4v81k/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179682248359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXx2tBk_XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qvz2GF4v81k/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iskandar and Rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxBdBk_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/P_3KskEannw/s1600-h/edited+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014178767420325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxBdBk_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/P_3KskEannw/s320/edited+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rad and STeph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxBdBk_RI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NaLOjGWC47U/s1600-h/edited+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014178767420325138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxBdBk_RI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NaLOjGWC47U/s320/edited+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Freddy Gomez and Rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxCNBk_TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Amiwwri6wcg/s1600-h/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014178780305227058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxCNBk_TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Amiwwri6wcg/s320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rad and her Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxCdBk_UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LqZlZ8jrxUk/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014178784600194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXxCdBk_UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LqZlZ8jrxUk/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ChengHao And Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014177440275430610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0NBk_NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ANpOMbddRao/s320/edited3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dana and Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014177444570397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0dBk_OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0kyGa9NNTzQ/s320/edited4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ash And Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014177444570397938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0dBk_PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LvREemcLAsY/s320/edited7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the post prom, the best. Haha.. We went to MOS first and got bored, switch over to DXO. But i felt &lt;em&gt;dangdang&lt;/em&gt; bad that i left Iskandar to dance with other guy. Sorry. i just wanted to dance.. i thought he wouldnt mind that. But something is wronng with the msges he sent me after that. Urgh. I think he thinks im a bitch now. But come on, i cant possibly stay hours in the club just dancing with him alone. Got really bored. Shudnt hav invited him to dance with me in the first place right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3976435567972675018?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3976435567972675018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3976435567972675018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3976435567972675018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3976435567972675018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/jj-graduation-dinner-some-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZXv0NBk_LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rdWlSlgRIqg/s72-c/edited1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6197567740342568815</id><published>2006-12-29T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T16:09:35.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, so i did not go for the Cathay Christmas Party yesterday. Bleagh. Went home instead after the 2 hr movie. By the way, it was already 1plusAM by the time i reach home sweet home. Need to store energy for TONIGHT. Im not talking abt the JJ Dinner, its the post prom.. Wakakakaka. MOS here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i just quit and wait for his call? HHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6197567740342568815?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6197567740342568815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6197567740342568815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6197567740342568815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6197567740342568815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-well-so-i-did-not-go-for-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-734095175961330275</id><published>2006-12-27T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:13.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Day At DownTown East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQtdBk-7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ouEUpPL_RQ/s1600-h/Raddy.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013228445776542642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQtdBk-7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ouEUpPL_RQ/s320/Raddy.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was suppose to meet the girls at Clementi at 2, but at 2 i was still at Fajar Road. Damn, i was sooo addicted to the song 'say goodbye' by Chris Brown that i put it on replay mode and lost track of the time. Got a cab and ZZZZZoooommm in a few mins, met up with the two beautiful girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQttBk-8I/AAAAAAAAACA/jOb4p_AksYs/s1600-h/Image(1540).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013228450071509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQttBk-8I/AAAAAAAAACA/jOb4p_AksYs/s320/Image(1540).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plan was almost cancelled.. But we still head on to the ESCAPE THEME PARK despite the fucked up weather condition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013228458661444562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQuNBk-9I/AAAAAAAAACI/WTRsHLwBGTk/s320/Image(1557).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We paused awhile to try the HotDogs.. We were so excited, Looking at the sausages.. and even the thing i was squeezing (in the pic) It says 'squeeze me gently pls' WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013228462956411874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQudBk--I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BRHyXOGq2u4/s320/Image(1541).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The three girls in white + Hariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013228467251379186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQutBk-_I/AAAAAAAAACY/dSTqLuHoX6o/s320/Image(1545).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took the RAINBOW twice and for that two times i practised my HEADBANGING motion. FUck. And the thin ppl like Hariz and Rai were like 'flying' everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No picture of our rides.. Haha.. Busy Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013229352014642194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKRiNBk_BI/AAAAAAAAACo/qh9dwcGNdQA/s320/Image(1543).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THE WILD got us WET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013229364899544130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKRi9Bk_EI/AAAAAAAAADA/Z8z-1AGIOzY/s320/Image(1554).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wait long long for the rides.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013229347719674882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKRh9Bk_AI/AAAAAAAAACg/74lldVuBxXQ/s320/Image(1544).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unpredictable weather&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013229356309609506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKRidBk_CI/AAAAAAAAACw/WGLax8RPVr8/s320/Image(1548).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013230314087316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKSaNBk_JI/AAAAAAAAADo/5DpeB0zgxN4/s320/Image(1547).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013229360604576818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKRitBk_DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pRRpoGpo73g/s320/Image(1551).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013230292612480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKSY9Bk_II/AAAAAAAAADg/KmOZhtftV0c/s320/Image(1556).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After long day.. FOOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013230275432610898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKSX9Bk_FI/AAAAAAAAADI/txrpCHY9kWA/s320/Image(1562).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Blackpepper Rice was just ok. Taste something like Chicken Rice with Salted Soya Sauce :S But i was too hungry, left just the bones on the plate.. BURPppppp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013230279727578210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKSYNBk_GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VQVxAG8TrLw/s320/jij.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our final Ride back to the West.. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013230284022545522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKSYdBk_HI/AAAAAAAAADY/SCZhap_QEXU/s320/Image(1563).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And lastly, the pretty me.. Sorry, i love myself too much &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013231632642276514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKTm9Bk_KI/AAAAAAAAADw/Rg55KHIdvm0/s320/Image(1542).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rad needs some Rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gd Night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CIao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-734095175961330275?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/734095175961330275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=734095175961330275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/734095175961330275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/734095175961330275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-at-downtown-east-i-was-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RZKQtdBk-7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ouEUpPL_RQ/s72-c/Raddy.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8058707353298538223</id><published>2006-12-25T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:40:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Merry Christmass' to All from RAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8058707353298538223?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8058707353298538223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8058707353298538223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8058707353298538223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8058707353298538223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmass-to-all-from-rad.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-2910695166914037895</id><published>2006-12-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:42:03.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As im typing this, i look outta window (err.. not really a nice view but nvm) and think, think abt my life. Think abt the future. Think abt death. Think abt my after death. Think Think Think Think. Making me INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Rad can think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-2910695166914037895?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2910695166914037895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=2910695166914037895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2910695166914037895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/2910695166914037895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-im-typing-this-i-look-outta-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5096212082117558688</id><published>2006-12-22T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:09:44.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Bloody 6am in the morning and ive yet to get my 8 hrs of enough sleep. Noises inside and outside the house bothering the B-E-A-U-tiful sleep. Ida doing her stupid things and RainRainRainRain outside...N-O-I-S-Y LA. My parents plus my fat-but-cute sister are in malaysia for some relatives wedding..But Malacca is like flooded.. What WEDDING???!! I wonder if they are all ok. But could they even get over the johore state in the first place? bleagh. Im so praying for their safety and so glad im here, in this quietquiet home.HMMmmMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met up with S2, shopping for the little one. S2 sounds familiar, hah yeah, its the same person who BUST me but since we are now friends, P-E-A-C-E he shall be called that here. Christmassss  u know, they exhange gifts.. Hahaha! Anyway, wasnt much of a help there. Felt kinda awkward u know, gg out with the person who broke my heart like not even a month ago. But well, its gonna take quite sometime before i get used to it. I guess. BUT DONT WORRY, I AM DOING OKAY! O-K-A-Y. Okay. OK. Ok. ok. ok. Crap, is it ok to say that my this old but new friend is cute? Wakakakkakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gg back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5096212082117558688?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5096212082117558688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5096212082117558688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5096212082117558688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5096212082117558688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-bloody-6am-in-morning-and-ive-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3067562054846205242</id><published>2006-12-18T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:14.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been Eating alot!!! 24 hours non stop hits. I dont know whether its a gd thing or bad. The good part, im am happy! haha.. But urgh, i need to work harder to lose that extra calories. So the sleepover plan was cancelled. BORINGGGGGGGG girls.. haha.. but we still meet up at Rai's place. Watch dvd, or rather just for a slacking session. The schedule for next week is up and i work on Friday! Urgh, which means that i cant go for shopping with Fad or Escape with the Hampalangs.. Damn.. i need to swap my schedule for a night shift.. Urgh. Anyway, we werent able to watch SAW3 becoz my selenger fren, he didnt burn it properly, could only hear the sound but with blank screen. WTF. Haha.. I need another copy!! We end up watching BORAT which turn out to be something like a GAY porn movie. Wakaka.. We had a good disgusted laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memory stick is so pathetic, can only fit 2 games :S. I need a bigger space. Instead of donwgrading it to 1.5, the psp is now version 2.71. I dont know what good it has. But o well, at least the psp is now alive. Wkakakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the many many pics of myself, i am just so crazy over myself. Nothing to do, Self Love. *ehem* Dont mention the extra meat on the cheeks. My face is getiing rounder. CHUbBY CHUBBY.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009700478035229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RYYICtBk-6I/AAAAAAAAABg/bOJeVH_B9iU/s200/104035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YEsss.. Finally there's some hair to cover my big big forehead. ANd i dont look like Zamani anymore? Haha.. WTF ?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009700473740262258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RYYICdBk-3I/AAAAAAAAABI/rDX8yloR9IA/s200/104018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look diff in this this this this PIC... HMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009700478035229570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RYYICtBk-4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/HtjQCmtyaXY/s200/105323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The paul twohill hairstyle? Nah, thats just how i look when i just got out from the bed i the morning :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009700478035229586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RYYICtBk-5I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZxI4QX52koc/s200/104124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The N Level result is out Today.. I feel the &lt;em&gt;dap-dup-ness.&lt;/em&gt; Good luck my sis, and my other cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3067562054846205242?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3067562054846205242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3067562054846205242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3067562054846205242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3067562054846205242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-been-eating-alot-24-hours-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RYYICtBk-6I/AAAAAAAAABg/bOJeVH_B9iU/s72-c/104035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-9115046827633074357</id><published>2006-12-15T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:11:46.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing Testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been having problem publishing my post. Urgh. This is wat we get when we use free services? Haha.. Never important post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that guy has been a really big help to me. Now, my psp is alive! And im not so PSP idiot anymore. haha.. I didnt know my psp has the newer motherboard until he did some "experimental operation" on it. THanks a milliooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-9115046827633074357?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/9115046827633074357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=9115046827633074357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/9115046827633074357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/9115046827633074357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3354687100041122303</id><published>2006-12-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:14.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey im back. Im back, loving myself. Supposed to go shopping yesterday, but i ended up spending 4 hrs at the saloon, doing my hair. Im in love with the result. But i feel sorry tho, my friend had to wait for me long long. Wakaka. Gentleman la. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ermmm, ignore the background. Its my messy bro's room which is equivalent to a sty. Focus on the pretty girl in the pic :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007984159539960434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RX_vD0YpmnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9R3UQryz56k/s200/085930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007985314886163074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RX_wHEYpmoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/no7vccmrDZs/s200/201945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, dont ask me wat im gg to wear for prom, or hows the preparation, or watever. Actually i have no mood for prom. Definately Im not gonna wear somthing very grand la. Just something in between formal and informal. The most important part is the after dinner. *evil laughter* Gotta ciao now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3354687100041122303?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3354687100041122303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3354687100041122303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3354687100041122303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3354687100041122303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFl8yCqOpIE/RX_vD0YpmnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9R3UQryz56k/s72-c/085930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-768843469145508465</id><published>2006-12-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:36:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My nametag no longer has the word "trainee" :) wakakaka. Yay! I really hate that word i tell you. "You are being served by Radhiyah." And that place keeps on playing "white and Nerdy" by Weird Al. Bleagh. Remind me of someone. Wakaka. If you know what i mean.  Never thot i would be so ON about hockey, but im gg JB for training this weekend :) Haha.. ok See you after 3days 2nights with me looking like a roasted HOT CHICKen :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-768843469145508465?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/768843469145508465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=768843469145508465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/768843469145508465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/768843469145508465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-nametag-no-longer-has-word-trainee.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-7806516455750375427</id><published>2006-12-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:30:56.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my off day again. Hahaa.. The OmarFamily decided to spend some time together at CitySquare, JB. We watched C.I.N.T.A. Urgh. AT first i thot its gonna be gd, but bleagh, i dont really like it. The stroryline is so messy. i dont know, but i think its not a movie standard. but, i like the fact the the tickets there are so fucking cheap. Wakaka. It only cost us, 5 ppl RM36 altogether. Compare that with, the rate in Singapore ard 40 dollars :S i almost wanted to buy pirated DVDs. Damn they have STEP UP, HAPPY FEET, CASINO ROYALE...and many many more popular ones. But after much thinking, i said NO!! Buying pirated Stuff is stealing!! And i shall not STEAL! :P So me left the place without anything to worry at the custom. Im good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go work today. Erm.. The place keeps getting new staff. Nway to be honest, i dont like those &lt;em&gt;makcikmakcik glamour&lt;/em&gt; who take a very long time to make up their bloody mind thus blocking and &lt;em&gt;jamming&lt;/em&gt; the whole place. Damn. Act like as if they are some Datin. Bleagh. Very fussy. Demanding. Telling me vat to do. FUCK you BItches. And i love walking along the chambers corridor. Haha, if there's any couple making out in the rooms i just go &lt;strong&gt;bang!&lt;/strong&gt; on the door and &lt;strong&gt;surprise!.&lt;/strong&gt; FUCK you, get a real hotel room. And those rich angmo kids. They are nasty. Some of them are hot. White but &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; nerdy :P For as long as ive worked there, ive seen alot of ppl. Different kind of human beings. World is Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, damn i realise that im into younger guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-7806516455750375427?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7806516455750375427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=7806516455750375427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7806516455750375427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7806516455750375427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-was-my-off-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5784031893382737595</id><published>2006-12-03T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:31:15.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing to blog abt!! Wakaka. Except that, i guess im getting better!! Work WOrk work. Sad that for this month, i only get paid for 3 days, the rest only gonna receive it next mth :S ANd im totally broke! VEry big hole im my pocket. Nvm i will try to survive with just few dollars in my pocket. Money is not everything bebeh~ Ok im off to work................... Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5784031893382737595?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5784031893382737595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5784031893382737595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5784031893382737595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5784031893382737595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-nothing-to-blog-abt-wakaka.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6184367799972523869</id><published>2006-12-01T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:53:00.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long long break, im back on the pitch. Im glad that the coach still remember my name. Haha. Im always disappearing. Looks like im the only one remain from the 6 JJ girls who joind the club. I was the left forward and it felt so uncomfortable, since i have weak left hand. But we still managed to score some goals. Hmm.. I think im gonna join the trip to JB. Its a 3 days 2 night training camp. There will be alot alot of games and really really tight schedule. Ohoho. Rad gonna look really golden and fit after the trip. and the muscles as firm as rock :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting back to work after the 3 days break! Since its weekend, confirm alot of the angmos guys. Kwang kwang kwang. 10 hrs at work. Woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6184367799972523869?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6184367799972523869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6184367799972523869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6184367799972523869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6184367799972523869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-long-long-break-im-back-on-pitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8714679793154326286</id><published>2006-11-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:42:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/1600/145512/file%5B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/221289/file%5B5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blade and Blade and never look back. Its ok to fall becoz the road is not always smooth. Never will know wats waiting for me ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANyway, i look pretty cool when i blade :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8714679793154326286?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8714679793154326286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8714679793154326286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8714679793154326286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8714679793154326286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/blade-and-blade-and-never-look-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6822375469264882901</id><published>2006-11-30T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:08:35.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i got on the pitch. I hope to get back for training tonight and hopefully register myself for the U21 tournament on Jan-Feb. I may not be good for the team but at least i want to have that chance. I miss playing hockey. Besides i want to get myself occupied with stuff. I hope that will help. I want to clean myself from this shit as soon as possible. I need to get on my feet and move on. Ive tried getting myself up and everytime i do that, i slipped and get smack down on the ground again and again. I need support. I need strength. I need to rescue myself. Im gona do this. I cant just sing myself a lullaby and hope that things would get better. This cant go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna register for driving license as soon as i get my pay. It might be next week or next month. Im not sure. But i am so looking forward for my pay. Haha. Ive worked for only 2 weeks and im already talking about my pay. haa.. I need to get fresh. I am not soo fortunate la.. My parents dont give me cash for shopping so i need to earn myself. Well at least it teaches me how to be independent and not like some fucked up Prince and Princesses like some people i know, just spending their parents dollar like a running tap water. ANyway, i feel &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; everytime i ask my parents for money la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, i need to prepare myself for PromNight. Wahahhahahahaha! And get myself a partner? :P By the way, i lost weight!! Yay! By more than 3 kg. Im amazed. If u wanna lose weight, ask ur bf/gf to leave you. Then all u'd do is run, not eat much, become a smoke machine, get busy or sleep, and snap, its already the next day! Wakakaka! JUst kidding, bad advice. Do not try that at Home. The truth is, its painful hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6822375469264882901?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6822375469264882901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6822375469264882901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6822375469264882901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6822375469264882901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-awhile-since-i-got-on-pitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-3018482247145704042</id><published>2006-11-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:22:31.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Blog, my Freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Music, My life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take this broken Heart and Make it Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/1600/654603/file%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tonight the music seems so loud i wish we could lose this crowd. Maybe its better this way. We've heard each other with the things we want to say. we could have been so good together. we could make this forever. Now who's gonna dance with me? Please stay. and i never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rythem, tho its easy to pretend, i know ur not a fool. Waste a chance that ive been given so i will never gona dance again the way i danced with you. Now that ur gone, this is so wrong that u had to leave me alone.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;George michael- Careless whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, how long is this gonna take. Went for some run at CCk yesterday. 15 rounds haa.. On the way home, i saw him at LOT1. Didnt want to show my face after all the insults. Urgh. Come on Rad, He hates everything about you. Everything you do just make him so angry. He hates you. Ur a retard. So why is it so difficult to get over him? Hate him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-3018482247145704042?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3018482247145704042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=3018482247145704042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3018482247145704042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/3018482247145704042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-blog-my-freedom-my-music-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8008551233146982709</id><published>2006-11-28T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:28:51.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel the music guys.. Haa.. SOrry for the sad sad post, making myself weak. WTF. I dont need a boy baby. I dont need a boy. Im off from work form today till thurs. Who could have thought that this would happen yeah? Gotta find something else to do to distract myself from this fucked up sadness the moment i wake up. How long is it to take to get over this shit? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining yesterday so we end up playing pool and Xbox for hours when the initial plan was to run. Ha.. &lt;em&gt;Pasrah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dok&lt;/em&gt;.. So today, watever it is, me gg to run after which gonna go ECP for some blading. Blade. Blade. Blade. Urgh. I will try to avoid that sensitve spot. Haa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8008551233146982709?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8008551233146982709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8008551233146982709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8008551233146982709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8008551233146982709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/feel-music-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-5256450572374282953</id><published>2006-11-27T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:13:06.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post most probably not gg to make any sense. Just a chunk of hopeless words. Words thats squeezing my heart and slashing my wrist. The only reason im typing this is becoz, maybe it couold clean the shit off me. Becoz all i have been smelling from yesterday was some dogshit that i dont know where it was from. If you know what i mean. the messed up thoughts and the messed up situation im in now. So anyway, yesterday was the most useless night of all. Suppose to finish work early, but decided to drop by peninsula plaza to get some stuff. I missed a few busstops and wasted much time walking back, just to realise that the shop was closed. Fuck. It was only 8 plus. After that went to lot 1 to get back my stuff from Shane. Yeah, thats when the truth came. And it was killing me. I dont know. I knew it was coming but i wasnt ready to face it. He wanted to say it, i walked away. Went to get my dinner, sat there for about half an hour, i just couldnt eat anything. Waited till the clock strike 12, hoping that we could talk things out and not just straight to that devastating decision. Oh well guys, now u will see no more Rad and Shane. We are done. No more us spending time at the beach. No more gg out for movies. No more gg out for dinner. No more. We're not even friends anymore becoz thats just wat he want. No reason for the breakup tho. I wish he could be a little more man like i thought he would be. But too bad he's still running around with saggy diapers and Milkbottle. The truth is, he has been cheating on me all these while. I dont know whats up with that. Watsup with the soft toy. Watsup will the "i miss you" shiit. He never liked me. Great. How can i take that. I wouldnt feel this terrible if we were to seperate nicely. End it off with some communication. Im not sounding desperate or anything. it came so suddenly. No point doing everything to make him stay. Let him go. Just go and never turn back. Its just impossible that he will lick back something he just spat on the ground. Even tho he did before, [ermm, he even literally spat on me.. Ha, how can i just forget that day] that will never happen again. Urgh its 7.30am. Dont know if i had gotten my sleep. The day i rejected TheHulk was the day i got dumped. How sad is that. Im feeling so fucked up. Todays gonna be a mess. Maybe visit the running track later. Urgh. This is just not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-5256450572374282953?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5256450572374282953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=5256450572374282953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5256450572374282953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/5256450572374282953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-most-probably-not-gg-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8784816067367332937</id><published>2006-11-25T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:30:35.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Out of the 3 days i handled counter, 2 days i had shortages!!!! ARGH!!! WHere did i go wrong muthaFucker?!! Im pissed. pissed. pissed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8784816067367332937?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8784816067367332937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8784816067367332937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8784816067367332937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8784816067367332937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/out-of-3-days-i-handled-counter-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-8118849373379040031</id><published>2006-11-23T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:06:40.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 Days 3 Nights At Aloha Loyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. Had a great great time at the chalet. Its a Family Gathering i would say. Everyone was there. Spent much time together. Swimming. Cycling. BBQ-ing. Golf-ing. Cooking. Karoake-ing. Gaming. Playing. Sleeping. Eating. Pee-ing. ANyway, Im gonna miss that Bangalow 15 at Aloha Loyang. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really really really huge Family, cousins, aunties, uncles, You can imagine the &lt;em&gt;kecoh-ness&lt;/em&gt; when everyone got under one roof. Its totally insane. Anyway, below are just the little ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/563199/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The food there was superb. Especially the BBQed prawn. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/360845/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/152020/IMG_0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sexy darling in the pool. She's so dark now. Swimming 3 times a day. Morning. Afternoon. Night. She will never get tired of it :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/344370/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my NEW BF. haha. Muhammad Danial. He is soo cute right??? Haha. There are so many "muhammad" in the family. So whenever one calls "muhammad", at least 2 will turn. AHaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/967688/resize%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh man, this guy is tough. Just look at what he had done to my hair. I look like an &lt;em&gt;ahsoh&lt;/em&gt; after spending just a few minutes with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/678280/IMG_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's always light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/944846/resize%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my Sis-sy. Well, gotta admit that the one in blue is prettier :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/498260/resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K ciao now. Just got back from work actually. really tiring. Just worked for 5 days and it felt like 5 years. Hahahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-8118849373379040031?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8118849373379040031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=8118849373379040031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8118849373379040031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/8118849373379040031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-days-4-nights-at-aloha-loyang-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-7712394687791860682</id><published>2006-11-19T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:31:33.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Few Days At Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I like the ppl there, sucha friendly environment. But i heard something that made me scared a little bit. Anyway, i guess i just need to do my stuff. And i heard that im gonna handle my own counter soon. Urgh. Its just my 3rd day at work man. ANd if there happen any shortages, i'll have to be responsible. I dont want to work for free shit. And i hate responsibility. Urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, me watched STEP UP the other day! Finally after the long wait. The music instantly move me to the beat. SHAUN-DA-PAUL. weeeeeeet. The guy in the movie is sooo fucking cute. I could just drool in the cinema man. But i need to maintain cool mahz. Act like i can handle that heat. Somemore i was with bf need to control abit. Looking at hot dancers just set me on FIRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, me meet up with the gurls. They are so preetty Ladies. ANd i realise that we have sooooo the not the same taste for guys. No way. Urgh. The guy in orange is ugly RAI!! Bleagh. Hahe, i guess thats good in some ways. At least i can be assured that thay wont run away with my BF. Wakakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/295034/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;RAmen Ten was our dinner. U know, the Waiter and waitresses shouting, "greeting" the customers in Japanese just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/884449/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Relax. Wat can i say, A levels O-V-E-R!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/340808/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one ah, i was trying to be artistic in my shot. work? hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/963867/IMG_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Izzy and with her special earing. Haha, that earing gave me a great shock la when we were at mrs Fields. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/801176/IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This background looks like a scene from HARRY POTTER. Hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/484/3588/320/35895/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forever-attached-together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next week gonna be a really busy week for me. Gonna go for chalet from Monday till Wednesday. And for the rest of the week, work. Well, i guess reality is not always beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-7712394687791860682?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7712394687791860682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=7712394687791860682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7712394687791860682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7712394687791860682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-few-days-at-work-so-far-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-6119851776873519494</id><published>2006-11-16T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:04:08.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GoodBye A levels and Hello FREEDOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. No more late night study! i have bad feelings about the papers. O well, lets just start to worry on 15 Feb 2007. One day after Valentines day. Kwang Kwang Kwang. AFter all the partying ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went for this concert in the evening. Very happening gig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha Its actually the PAP kindergarten graduation concert. Hazimah dancing to Shakira hit song, hips dont lie. Haha. Dont play play hor. Super cute. Here are some photos taken at the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The little dancers in their cute outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Them in action. The Chubby girl dancing with great enthusiasm in the middle attracted most of the attention &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/resize.jpg" width="28" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing the Real bellyDancer, THE B-O-N-C-H-Y-E-T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She may be big, but really really nice to hug =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking Sexy with the Glitter Butterfly Tattoo :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/rotated.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Opposite attract. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/rad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/484/3588/320/flipped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ANyway, im starting part time work tomorrow. At Cathay Cineleisure Orchard. Not really the cinema part. But Emax gaming. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-6119851776873519494?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6119851776873519494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=6119851776873519494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6119851776873519494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/6119851776873519494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-levels-and-hello-freedom-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-7684769337221445019</id><published>2006-11-12T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:20:26.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleagh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 more days, and everything is Done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-7684769337221445019?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7684769337221445019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=7684769337221445019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7684769337221445019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/7684769337221445019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/economics-economics-economics-economics.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116286391733103616</id><published>2006-11-07T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going to sit for maths paper today, maths paper sucks. Maths=sucks. Identities. Wakaka. Yay yay. Dicrete Random Variable and all those shit. Y the fuck we study that for???? Wakaka. Oh well, im just gonna think about the stuff im gonna do after As.. *evil*Haha, 'daydreaming' abt it actually keeps me entertain abit during the long hours of mugging. Visualizing is great, u get what you want, can do whatever u want. ANd yeah, not to forget dreaming abt Cristiano ROnaldo and Travis, so you think you can dance?, they are hot.  WHen brought back to reality, i just thought that i needed to date a dancer. Haha, maybe. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116286391733103616?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116286391733103616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116286391733103616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116286391733103616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116286391733103616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-to-sit-for-maths-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116219819703851718</id><published>2006-10-30T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:42.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some Family photos taken during Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/resize%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/resize%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/IMG_4405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/IMG_4405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/IMG_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/IMG_4408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/resize.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/resize.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/IMG_4401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/IMG_4401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/resizing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/resizing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/resiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/resiza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/IMG_4413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/IMG_4413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116219819703851718?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116219819703851718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116219819703851718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116219819703851718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116219819703851718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-family-photos-taken-during-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116099515485248870</id><published>2006-10-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, the weather is really pissing me off. Plus, my days have been super boring. After Sahur, i would try to get as much revision done. About 30 minutes interval, i would here voice from the kitchen : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Radhiyah, Tolong mak cuci pinggan ni sekejap!! or Radhiyah, Tolong bilas kain ni skejap!! or Radhiyah, tolong mak buat kuih ni!! or Radhiyah, tolong pergi pasar!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Direct translation: Radhiyah, help me do the dishes! Radhiyah, help me do the laundry! Radhiyah, help me with this cookies! Radhiyah, help me go to the market! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh man, u get the idea. Even thou it can get really irritating sometimes, i shouldnt complain too much becoz my dad is not rich to get a maid and pushing everything to my mother is unfair la. Even tho, she's really hardworking but sometimes i think should just give her a break la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And becoz of my bro, my mother is suspicious of everything i do now. I cant even go out often. And she thinks that Orchard Road is all bad. Typical &lt;em&gt;makcik&lt;/em&gt;'s mindset? Come on man, i just go there to meet some friends. And so where am i suppose to go then, just stay at home? Just study? Thats just too boring mannnn. Urgh. Had a really big quarrel with mom that day becoz she wouldnt even let me go to Bugis. ANd im not a kid. Urgh but im guessing all this happen becoz of my bro. Well, to a certain extent. Becoz everytime she &lt;em&gt;lectures&lt;/em&gt; me,  she would say something about my bro, which is sooo not related. Sometimes i feel that she's saying things that are not meant for me. Urgh. Best solution, shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is cozing so much trouble man. He could at least inform my mother when he went overseas. He left home for days and keep my mother waiting. She even went to his workplace to ask about him. Urgh, macam anak setan siol. Pardon me man, i know its fasting month but everything has to go out. i cant take this anymore. And my mom has been quite sick and disturb latelybecoz of him. She even said that she couldnt even get good sleep becoz she's been thnking about my bro. U know, if i could have just one wish, i hope i could just kick his bloody faggot face, until his face gets distorted, i dont care. My mother prays for his well being all the time, and this is hw he treats her *Yak dushh* My mother just cares too much, cant blame her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. And i guess now, all i need to do is just stay at home and shut up! Coz i dont want to say much looking at the situation my mother is already in now, becoz that might worsen the situation.  im not saying im a terrific fantastic daughter la kan. i know ive made my mom worried (yeah, she gets worried very easily) but at least i know how to look after my own self. And i dont do bad stuff outside =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about my bro, mother and family alright. Anyway, ive been working out, trying to get some abs man. oh yeah. Went to the gym in the morning. Very bad actually, i cant even remember the last time i ran. Hockey training is cancelled. Urgh, been awhile since i went for training, becoz of school shit u know. Now that school is done, i thought i could push the notes to one side for awhile and get my hands back on the stick but nah, very bad weather.Urgh. I was all excited man. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff, im so in love with this guy from Bring it on:all or nothing. Awww.. His name is ...something Carr. ha, i dont care about the name u know, he's just so hot. Ok Rad, enough, nanti batal puase :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/photo_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ciao now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116099515485248870?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116099515485248870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116099515485248870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116099515485248870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116099515485248870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-weather-is-really-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116082175676109655</id><published>2006-10-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:41.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a story that i want to share. Somebody emailed this to me, very &lt;em&gt;drama-mama &lt;/em&gt;but to a certain extent, the story makes me sad. ha :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: kyle, wat do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: sumthin has come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: wat? Wuts wrong? Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i dont want to hurt u baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *thinks* omg i hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby are you there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: yea im here wut is so important??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: im not sure if i should say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well u already brought it up, so please just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: im leaving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby wut are u talking about?? I dont want u to leave me, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: not like that, i mean im moving far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: why? All of ur famliy lives over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: well my father is sending me away to a boarding skool far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i cant believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FATHER: (picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp;&gt; yells furiously) ERiKA, wat did i tell you about talking to boys?!!!!!....Get off the damn phone!! (And hangs up)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: wow ur father sounds really mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: u know how he gets, but anywayz i dont want you to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: would you run away with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: baby, u know i would, i would do anything for u, but i cant... U dont know wut would happen if i did. My dad would kill me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *sad* its ok i understand i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *thinking* i cant believe wuts going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: i need to give u sumthing 2nite b/c i am leaving on flight 1-80 in tha morning, so i need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok i will sneak out &amp;amp; meet u at tha park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ok ill meet u there in 20min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives her a note.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: here u go, this is for you i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *tear* (begins to cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: baby dont cry, u know i love you...but i have 2 go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ok (begins to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They both go back home. And erika begins toread tha letter he gave her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says.....&gt; &gt; Erika,U probably already know that im leaving, i knew this would be better if i wrote a letter explaining tha truth about how much i care about you. The truth is, is that i never loved you, i hated you so much, u are my bitch and dont u ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around u. U really have no clue how much i hate you. Now that im leaving i thought u should know that i hate you bitch, u never did tha right thing, and u were never there. I didnt think i could hate someone as much as i hate you. And i never want to see you, for the rest of my life, i will never miss kissing you like before, i never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and thats a promise. U never had my love, and i want you to remember that. Bitch u keep this letter bcuz this may be tha last thing u have from me. I hate you so much. i will not talk to you soon bitch....&gt; Goodbye - Kyle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ erika begins to cry, she throws tha paper in tha garbage &amp; cries for hours ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely.... Then she gets a fone call....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: how are u feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: i just cant believe this happend i thought he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: o, about that. Kyle left me a msg. A few days ago. He told me to tell u to look in ur jacket pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ummm ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She finds a piece of paper in tha jacket, It says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i hope u find this before u read my letter. I knew ur dad might read it, so i switched a few words... Hate = Love Never = Alwayz Bitch = Baby Will not= will ........I hope u didnt take that seriously because i love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats y i wanted u to run away with me... -Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: omg its a letter, Kyle does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I cant believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol ok but i g2g... Call me later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *happy*ok bye, i'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... Erika turns tha T.V. on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Breaking news]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for Survivors...This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80...it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." Reporter says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ she turns off the tv....3 days later, she kills herself, because of tha fact that Kyle was dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to Live for... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Kyle, he called to leave a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Kyle, i guess ur not home so, I called to let u know that im alive, i missed my flight b/c i had 2 see u one last time. So i hope ur not worried. I am staying for good. Sorry if u got scared, i promise to make it up to you everything will be a be ok i love you so much...call me asap bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116082175676109655?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116082175676109655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116082175676109655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116082175676109655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116082175676109655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-story-that-i-want-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116037936991224929</id><published>2006-10-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:41.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is more important than the A levels!! Nothing is more important than the A levels!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am responsible for the kind of grades i be getting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Becoz only me, know the kind of perfect life i WANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only me have the power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And its only stupid to blame others if anything happen to something thats MINE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck the Prelim grades. Study so hard yet disappointing grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh. Dont get distracted Rad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is more important than the A levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is more important than the A levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is more important than the A levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get that in ur fucking head Rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rads at the lowest point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116037936991224929?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116037936991224929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116037936991224929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116037936991224929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116037936991224929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-is-more-important-than-a.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116028107757042107</id><published>2006-10-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:41.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hip Hip Hooray! The haze is gone. *Smile from ear to ear* My Nose,  blocked for days is able to function again! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing alot of stuff about the new shopping mall, Vivocity from everywhere, me decided to check the place out yesterday. The place is huge, and fucking lots of shops. Woooohaaa.. I just so love the outdoor thing. And those artsyfart-sy stuff. Aha. Its just that yesterday was not a perfect day to go becoz of the bad weather. For awhile, it felt like being on top of Mount Kinabalu or Genting Highland with the clouds all around. Aha. But nah, back to reality Rad, still the tiny island Singapore! those werent cloud vapour they were fucking thick dirty smoke. And its choking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent alot of time indoor intead. Ha, but the design in the mall really impressive. New Hot spot. Wanted to catch a movie but nah, the line was toooo long and there's only a very little if not nil patience in Rad. And most of the food place not open for business yet. Even though i didnt fast yesterday, due to a valid reason, it was the most exhausting day of all. So we decided to head on to Marina Square for dinner. After much walking around we decided the American Diner, Billy Bombers. The serving too much for me to handle, this tiny slim body of mine cant take everything u know,  and in the end only managed to finish about half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for today is to watch World Trade Centre. Try to come back as soon as possible becoz there's still alot of Case Studies for me to read! This is the most boring part mann. But too bad, still hafta do it. Becoz i guess thats the only way for me to payback my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116028107757042107?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116028107757042107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116028107757042107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116028107757042107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116028107757042107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/hip-hip-hooray-haze-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-116018747637494261</id><published>2006-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:40.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey its been awhile yeah. Bleah. Have been quite sick lately. Im allergic to dust. The hazy weather is killing me. Fuck. Been sneezing for days and i just feel like pulling the nose off. Urgh. Cant open the window so big anymore. Cant stay outdoor. And i didnt go to school for the last two days. Urgh. Yesterday was a nightmare. Outside so hazy and inside the house, ppl happily smoking. Cudnt even get my good sleep becoz all that was sucked into my lungs was smoke. Its suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels is in few more weeks. I tend to get less productive with the studying during the fasting month. And i was thinking, maybe during the one week 'off', i could be a bit more hardworking u know. But looking at the health condition, nope. Ive been spending more time in bed instead. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so pissed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-116018747637494261?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/116018747637494261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=116018747637494261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116018747637494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/116018747637494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-its-been-awhile-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115950025379606126</id><published>2006-09-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:40.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to school just for freaking few minutes. Urgh. Flag raising thats it. Pointless. Since im so awake right now and cant go back to sleep let me just do the little survey yeah Hazirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All answers from the bottom of my heart.. (Anyway Haz, is this the title of the survey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1 Single, taken, crushing?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Taken baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2 Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No one has a perfect life eh? But yeah, im happy that i have great family members and friends. I have so many dreams baby. I need to make them come thru! And sometimes it just feels incomplete inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3 When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. It takes time for me to trust someone. But if he's hot, then perhaps maybe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4 Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Duh. i felt like punching and kicking and pinching and.. somebody at that moment of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5 Do you believe that there are circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Not acceptable. Its a terrible feeling to know that ur bf is going out with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6 Have u ever talked about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Kwaannng kwanng kwang. No. Its a really funny topic to talk abt. Toooo far ahead, pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7 Would you ever consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeah, i love babies. I want to adopt one from Europe. One from India. One from Middle east. One from China. One from japan. One from Africa. One from.. I cant possibly go to all these countries and marry the guys there right.. Kwang kwang kwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8 If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Errmm.. Ask me out for a nice romantic dinner, buy me presents.. Take me to the beach.. Take me out for shopping.. Buy me this.. buy me that.. Wakkaka. Nah, just be straight forward uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9 Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Sometimes No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10 Be honest, what is the furthest thing that you and you ex did?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I wasnt even serious with my ex. Come on, u cant use ur imagination and figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11 Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeah if the guy is really hot. Burning hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12 Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. Sweet maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13 Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope i dont have that power baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14 If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: In a castle :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15 Do you give in easily when u are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i will try to but most of the time, Nope :) Stubborn kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16 Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: yeah. I wonder if he has feelings for me too.. errmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17 Have you broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i guess. Not on purpose. Sorrry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18 If one day, your best friend falls in love with the person u are deeply on love with, what will you do??&lt;br /&gt;Ans: What the fuck? She should know my feelings for the guy, so why did she do that?? Stupid idiot bastard fucking shit bitch. If that guy like her too, then i wish their relationship a disaster! Muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19 Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeah actually im missing a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of ur friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write their names down :&lt;br /&gt;-Rai&lt;br /&gt;-Izyan&lt;br /&gt;-Yeek&lt;br /&gt;-Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girls, if youre busy, Dont bother. Muahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115950025379606126?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115950025379606126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115950025379606126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115950025379606126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115950025379606126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-to-school-just-for-freaking-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115881576343300636</id><published>2006-09-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember the days u spent ur golden coins on photo sticker, Neoprints or whatever its called? And with all those stoopid poses? Wakaka. Now there is a way, to do it without a cent! Ask us how!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28973%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28975%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28982%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28978%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28981%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. TIll next time girls.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lova ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115881576343300636?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115881576343300636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115881576343300636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115881576343300636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115881576343300636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-you-remember-days-u-spent-ur-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115830783319910992</id><published>2006-09-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:40.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday means nothing now. I used to look forward to the weekend, bcoz then, weekend=Rock the town. Ha, but not anymore, its like the normal days where i would just stay in my room and yeah..  u know. Aha. Not doing something to personally entertain myself guys. But STUDY! Urgh.. Boring. Im a nerd. Im a nerd. Im a nerd. Any guys out there interested to date a beautiful hot but nerdy chick here. Wakaka. Shameless. No paper today. PLanned to burn some fats in the morning, but the weather didnt allow me to do that. ANd so slack at home, and watched the repeat of RockstarSUpernova. Im in love with Toby's original song. Very cool. And i think i fancy guys with round and bald head. They look sexy. aha. And its sad to see teenagers my age ending their lives doing stupid things u know. Ok thats totally out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think that teenagers nowadays grow up faster than they should be. Not only those i see in the television but Looking at my little cousins, make me feel like im the younger one. Hell, they know more than me in some areas. But obviously their thinking dont mature like how they look on the outside. They dare to take risk without using their brain. Sometimes i wonder if they have one. But watsup with playing the Spirit of Coin or The Choking Game. What pleasure they get, i dont know. Man, those troubles that could happen to them and the family could be damaging. And the consequence of The Choking Game is fatal. Cheap cheap thrill man. Im saying all this after observing my cousins, most of them are in the growing stage. Puberty. And the discovery i made while in my aunt's house that day was surprising. Ha, I found a notebook, with alot of porn stuff written in it. And the siblings are way underage to know much about those stuff. It makes me kinda guilty for not doing anything about it. AAha. I hope they dont engage in those stuff that was in the notebook becoz obviously, i think they are way too young for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was their age, i was still soo&lt;em&gt; slenger&lt;/em&gt;, Wearing super long skirt and and went to school with little attention about how my hair look. ha Kids nowadays. ANd one of the girls told me that a primary school girl was caught having sex with a lower sec guy in a community centre. Oh my god. I bet the girl just had not more than 10 cycle of period. Kids. We are asian man. Im not trying to sound conservative or what la. .But to me, its all about moral and how people are brought up. U go out in public, having sex wherever u feel like it, oh my god. Yeah i know, we are human being and most of people out there have an open mindset about this issue. Personally, i can tolerate this but at least give a little bit of privacy to it and respect to the people around. Not in a community centre.  Bleagh. Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u notice, i dont write much about my bgr now as compared to the last blog yeah? Aha, thats because, First, there's nothing interesting to talk about. And second, i dont want to be seen as one of the girls out there who cant live without a guy. I try very much to keep everything calm and control myself so that i wont been seen as weak u know. But yeah, sometimes it just doesnt work. Anyway, that bastard didnt contact me since last week after the "no" msg i sent him. Chill Rad. Watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to catch some of the BDO Hockey World Cup matches on SUpersport. India not as impressive as i thought. But still powerful. Match Korea against Germany was boring. Hah. Anyway, theres this pakistani player, he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k ciao now. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115830783319910992?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115830783319910992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115830783319910992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115830783319910992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115830783319910992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-means-nothing-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115803742408539686</id><published>2006-09-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:40.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey its been awhile yeah, let me just take a few minutes and update this beutiful blog. Aha. K basically, ive been doing nothing much but mugging. Boring~ Yeah my september holiday was burnt too. Its not like im hardworking or what la, but... im left with freaking 50 days before the A level damn it! So yeah, still hafta do it man. Still hafta do it. I dont want at the end of the day, me regretting and finding it a waste of two years in j.college( in the first place it wasnt even my choice to be here after O lvls) And so, If i get good grades for the A levels then at least i get something u see, and move on from there. Rather than giving up half way and try to turn to something else right. Started it, Rad gotta finish it nicely too. YEAH. I keep reminding myself, to take everything at my own pace. Well, i learn better without pressure i guess. ANd power of visualizing is not day dreaming. No no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey match is on tv. haha. Men match, Korea against India. Great players. And hafta say, i miss playing with that stick and ball. The more ppl the better. Thats the basic theory man. Aha. Wanted to join the ladies for training but, i guess studies come first yeah? ANyway, i kinda feel awkward too after Joanna and Nurul and Cuimin left the club. The ppl there are nice, but i dont know, its just weird. I miss the pitch. I miss JJ hockey girls. I miss the game(even though we lost a lot) and yeah, i miss the coach too. I dont think im still that fit to chase after that small little white balls. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do the many things i enjoy doing as often now. I feel something pushing me hard down to my seat. And with all that distraction, studying is hard. YEAH. And if the result still suck, i dont know what to say baby. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im way tooo slow to say this, but Tom cruise's daughter is cuuuteee.. I dont really like the mother though. aha. The baby has lots lots of hair! and cute, like me. Aha. Suri nice name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i guess im done for now, will get my power nap before start preparing for the bloody maths paper tmr. Boring~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115803742408539686?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115803742408539686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115803742408539686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115803742408539686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115803742408539686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-its-been-awhile-yeah-let-me-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115735608320254745</id><published>2006-09-04T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:39.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me had a great weekend. After a long time, i paused the mugging for awhile and took a short break. Went out with the girls for a gig at Arts House. Some bands were quite good. But the metal hardcore got me crazy after a while. Just not my taste. Ha. The crowd was crazy too. Mosh till injured themselves. Nose bleeding. urgh. Lucky i didnt get in the crowd. Anyway, it was so crazy that i dont think i can even get into the centre and would probably fall just by standing at the edge. Ha, and so me and the girls chose to just get comfortable at one corner and just enjoy the music. Looking at the girls got pushed and slammed on the floor one by one just felt sooo OUCh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood friend performed. I dont think he can still remember me and so decided not to say 'hi'. Paise jer. And he's cute.. Hmm. The last band was in a quite sad state. There were less than 20 people in the room. Ha, Sad. So we walked to esplanade and we realised that the band there was better. Could have saved 7 bucks if we just chill at the esplanade. Haha. Had our dinner at Marina. Not really dinner la, i had popiah. It was superb. waited for iZyan to get on a cab before we got home. After much of the waiting and vulgarities in public which lasted for at least half an hour, finally Ijan senget called the cab and in just 5 minutes we waved goodbye. Kan senang sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmm. Sunday went to Orchard. Hafta say that there is no where in Sngapore that i havent been. Urgh. So boring. Its always back to the same place. After lunch and watched "the devil wears prada", we went to Esplanade. Yeah man, again that place. But this time with different person. Wakaka. ANd time passed really fast. uhuh uhuh. The bright moon was out and its time to go home before the mother hen start the nagging shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fun is over now. Back to business and the mugging. Studying alone feels like shit. Sometimes, have to end up talking to myself. Urgh, I went to school this morning to do some studying but after about 4 hours in the canteen, i got bored and decided to have my lunch.. and now, im at home in front of the computer. HAhahaha. Oh my, thats not in the plan for today. Urgh!! ANybody wanna study with me tonight??? wakakak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK better go now. Discipline Rad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115735608320254745?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115735608320254745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115735608320254745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115735608320254745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115735608320254745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-had-great-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115708016278958673</id><published>2006-09-01T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:39.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey its teachers day! and September holiday! Whoooooooohoooo. Dont have to be up early for school. Isnt that just great. Anyway, JJ has set a new Record for the largest mass yoga display. Whooooohooo.. Went to Bbss yesterday. Not really to meet the teachers, but rather meet my girlfriends! Wkakaka. Every edge and corner of the school, have its own story. wakaka. Memories. Sweet and some bitter ones. Ive been spending alot of my money on food nowadays. Been eating alot and little of the running. Everybody is complaining about their bulging tummy. Urgh. And Izyan look better now with the weight that she gain. I can see your figure now babe! Not as flat. Shake that booty. Wakaka. Just need to tone it up a little bit. And we shall do that together alright??!! Lets work it babe. Wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with the girls yesterday, make me a stronger person. Haha. Boys are just too selfish and they never even bother to consider our feelings. And those typical and outdated excuses that they are giving just deserve to be in the rubbish bin waiting to be burn or something like that. Hmph. The finger pointing must always stop at me. And what the fuck, im treating him bad? Just look at his response whenever i asked. So he doesnt want any reply from me becoz im making the situation worse huh. Wow. Thats kinda hard for me to swallow. Just fuck off. This argument is useless. Becoz obviously, with this kind of communication difficulty, this relationship is meaningless as far as im concern. Girls i love you. &lt;em&gt;Wa respect sama lu&lt;/em&gt;. Your opinions and advices make me think for awhile. hahha, its not like i havent been using my brain all this while but yeah, i like the way u girls think. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken from simple-kinda-lyf and junkofhearts respectively =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/love.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28879%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;suhweeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelim is just next week! Sweet. Obviously, the September holiday is gone for me. ANd gonna be difficult for me to update this blog as often too. ANyway, somebody is asking me to go steady with him. But like duh, im not really interested in Mats u know. Urgh. And he calling me everyday just pissed me off. Just get the signal and go away can? Im mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joakhim Gomez is out!! Yay!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115708016278958673?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115708016278958673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115708016278958673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115708016278958673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115708016278958673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-its-teachers-day-and-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115642169510954717</id><published>2006-08-24T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:39.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sisters going Crazy. Wkaka. ANyway, as u can see, new haircut =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ssssuuhhhwwwweeeeeeett..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/195639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/195639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/103451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/195759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/141721.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/195724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/195724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SIngapore result show in on, i hope Joakim will be out. Then i can go partay! Wakak. Oh well, no party before A lvls. ANd geog mock paper is just tmr :S Bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115642169510954717?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115642169510954717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115642169510954717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115642169510954717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115642169510954717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/sisters-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115640599013816136</id><published>2006-08-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:39.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That Bastard in the house reads my blog. FUCK OFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115640599013816136?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115640599013816136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115640599013816136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115640599013816136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115640599013816136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-bastard-in-house-reads-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115616510281120703</id><published>2006-08-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:39.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so fragile right now. A lvl is nearing. Trying really hard to study, but it seems so hard to get those shit into this bloody head. Urgh. Father having problem at his workplace. Unsupportive parents. Siblings really annoying. Every little things they do just pissed me off. I'd rather not talk to anyone in this house. It just gonna make the situation worse. Better be on my own.Girlfriends busy with their own stuff. Missing the days when we used to spend time together. Sweet. Missing the past right now. Its kinda distracting. Im so bored of the environment im in now. Im so sick of my boring daily routine. Boyfriend rather useless. I find it really stupid actually. It just feels different right now. Maybe im just his pastime, and even if he did contact me, its like hours after. Dont really know what am i to him actually. Come and go. Ha, boys. And dont blame me for not trusting what he say, becoz his actions say a totally different thing. Urgh, its not my fault that im being insecure or whatever. Im tired of msging him actually. I see no point when i sense no interest. Met him yesterday for dinner, so he told me that most prob that he would be gg to the US, and cancel his PR here. i guess he never thought about how i'd feel before he said those stuff. Yeah, its kinda obvious now that to him, i dont really exist. So what the fuck am i still with him, when i know obviously that one day, very soon,  he'd leave me. Urgh. So sick thinking actually. Its a good thing that i have Sang in school. She's the one who can actually &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; my rantings.. im feeling so not right now. Urgh. Fuck everything ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115616510281120703?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115616510281120703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115616510281120703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115616510281120703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115616510281120703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-fragile-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115553857971667722</id><published>2006-08-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:38.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the time of the month. WHen everything seem so wrong. Spend hours rolling on the bed. The most unproductive day. MOnday blues. Cramp cramp cramp. Urgh. Lecture was a drag. Not like i always look forward to lectures but just now was super drag. One minute felt like one hour. OMg. I hate gg to school during this period. Already cancelled the meeting with Amirah becoz of some Hockey thing this evening at the club. And tmr night studying econs with Fad. And Wednesday night studying Geog with Khai. There, part of my study stategy, thats to study with the brains. Hopefully, this will motivate me to study =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures taken during Ijan sis Wedding. Sudah berzaman ku tunggu, akihirnye kau hantar jugak Izyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/resize.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looooooook at me. How short. Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28786%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Ijan senget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28792%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nyonya Pojiah And Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Image%28794%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Babbbi Biri- biri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;K ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115553857971667722?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115553857971667722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115553857971667722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115553857971667722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115553857971667722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-time-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115529262941095685</id><published>2006-08-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:38.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 9 of August, For the first time in my whole 18 years in Singapore, i managed to get a seat in the national Stadium to celebrate the nation's bday. Wakaka. How sad kan. I didnt even go to the preview when i was in primary 5 like other kids. ANyway, time passed really fast that evening. Before, we knew it, its already the finale and the pretty pretty colourful fireworks filled the clear clear night. And it was very beautiful especially with the big full moon that night. Its nice to watch firework close up. Beautiful. And i had fun screaming every shit out of me. So fun to be in a stadium so packed with ppl. The only minus point was that, i didnt see any cute guys there! Urgh, and it felt kinda awkward becoz its like only me, sang and fad screaming in our area. The rest prefer to just shut up. What the hell, they might as well, enjoy the parade at home. And i swear the girl beside me didnt speak more than 10 sentences throughout that 3 hours. ANd the two girls in front of us, kept turning back with the annoyed faces. We just dont give a fuck. Wakakaka. Screaming. Singing. Cam whoring. Wanted to dance, but nah, too shy to be on the national television that evening. Bleah. Yeah, had fun there. The gg home part was hell. Took about hour plus to get our of the kallang area. Crazy kiasu ppl kept pushing me from the back. Urgh. Anyway, met gracy there. Didnt expect to see that crazy lady there. Thanks for the ticket baby!&lt;br /&gt;Sang looked like a manggama. Weeeeet. With those tappered pants and shades. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115529262941095685?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115529262941095685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115529262941095685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115529262941095685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115529262941095685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-9-of-august-for-first-time-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115502600576274317</id><published>2006-08-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:38.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met izyan for a session at the gym just now, after Sports Carnival. I feel much fresher and lighter now. As usual, she was late :S and by the time she got there, i was almost done with my stuff. But yeah, anyway, she didnt do much la... just 3 rounds and the stepping thing? Hehee.. Lunch with her, and we talk about my studies. And we talk about her stuff. and we talk about how to get my hair done. I feel like gg for rebonding at the end of this month. Or should i go for hair treatment? And she recommended me this place which have quite a good deal. Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Sang's sweetheart fell at the sports carvival just now. Aww.. Poor thing. Like a small kid. Benny house got 3rd. Wakaka. Like as if i care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited about tmr!! Wakakaa. Thanks Sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok blogging time is over. Time for a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115502600576274317?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115502600576274317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115502600576274317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115502600576274317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115502600576274317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/met-izyan-for-session-at-gym-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115494266735537350</id><published>2006-08-07T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its just too bad that i couldnt join the girls on Saturday night. Urgh. From what they told me, they sure had a lot of fun. Damn i missed it. But, i swear my mother wont allow me to go to sucha places no matter how hard i convince her that i can take care of myself. Come on, im an adult now mom, i want to go.  It sounds so cool. So the only choice now is to lie. Urgh. I feel really bad when i have to resort to this method to satisfy my wants. I will feel uncomfortable. And im sure, lying has its consequences. And im soo afraid of that.  i have lied soo many times :S  i dont know y, but last saturday, i didnt have the heart to do it again. My parents trust me too much. And im taking it for granted. Urgh. But if i were to just think about the consequences of lying, i will stick in this house like forever, not doing something that an 18 year old teenagers would be doing. Like come on, she will never allow me. Never. Not fun. Sigh. I guess i will get this A levels done first. And think about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to the mosque yesterday. Oh, y is that a surprise to some of you out there. Come on, im not that ignorant about my religion okay..  Ustaz convered on ALam Barzarkh, life after death. Damn, it was scary. Especially when he shared the discovery in Russia. Scientist placed a very sensitive device able to detect sound that a human ears cant. Initially the experiment was to study the movement of earth or something like that. But what they discovered was not something a human would expect. From the recording, sound of people screaming and very very scary voice could be heard. My ustaz replayed there sound and the crowd could actually hear  "allahuakbar" Allah the almighty. And some of the scientist even fainted. Maybe its the sound of the malaikat. And who was that screaming? Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done with my new timetable. Should be able to finish it tonight. Hopefully i will stick to it this time. Im left with 1 month before the prelims. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok better go now. Need to go Choa Chu kang.  By the way, i need the smoke machune urgently. And damn my primary-school-girl face. People dont even believe im already 16. Im not sure its a bad thing or good. But it sure is irritating at times. Especially when they stop me in cinema asking for teh IC when my hands are busy with stuff. Urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115494266735537350?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115494266735537350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115494266735537350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115494266735537350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115494266735537350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-too-bad-that-i-couldnt-join.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115473880910846747</id><published>2006-08-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:38.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/Joakim-Gomez2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Joakim-Gomez2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cant sing for nuts. So god pls get him out of the competition as soon as possible. Hopefully next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next i hope its her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/Jasmine-Tye2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wassup with the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Urgh. irritating song with irritating voice. Cannot make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope to see Ken Lim sing one day. He talks soo much. And he pointed out a lot of negative point.. Hmm.. I wonder if he sings good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HmmMMmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's Mcs thing gg on in school today. Really lazy. Really really really lazy. ANyway, gg out later so need to do some work first before that =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/rad%20and%20rave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/kristin_kreuk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the two pictures above, dont they look similar?? Wakakaka. Im so full of myself. This think Kristin Kreuk is so adorable, Tom weiling too. HMmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115473880910846747?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115473880910846747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115473880910846747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115473880910846747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115473880910846747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-cant-sing-for-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115443292856912794</id><published>2006-08-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:37.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been having this weird weird dream these few days. I was making out with a girl from my primary school. A girl! God damn it. And its more strange that i was enjoying the make out session. Am i turning into a lesbian?? Haha. What a question. It was damn disgusting. I shall not state the details here la.. Damn gross thinking about it. ANd i've been thinking about it the whole day in school. Dont know y. Urgh. Definately its nothing about me turning into a lesbian. ANyway, ive not been talking to her for a long time. And becoz of this dream, i have been waking up late. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is really disturbing me. I really feel cheated. Urgh. Lucky there's someone whom i can talk to in school. COmforting abit. ANyway, to think that i got to know about it on my own, with me patching together the pieces together, is more upsetting. I guess he didnt know that. I cant do anything. This is over so long ago.So no point talking about it now. Its just that i got to know about it recently. On my own. I cant help but feel really bad. Urgh. Furthermore, i never expected to get this from him. He sucks. Really disappointing. He dont know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a really busy week. Actually im in a middle of some work. Econs and Gp test coming up. Gotta speed up, cant afford to disappoint Daddy dearest. If you ask me to name one guy i love the most in this world, i'd say i love Omar. Haha. Sounds abit wrong. But yeah, my dad is so sweet. No wonder he's married to my mom. Both very sweet. SO the daughter turn out to be very very sweet. Sweet + sweet = 2sweet = TOO sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK out of point. Better start studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf, excuse me. I gotta sit for my A lvls soon. So get the fuck OUtta my way! Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115443292856912794?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115443292856912794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115443292856912794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115443292856912794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115443292856912794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-been-having-this-weird-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115374555082744592</id><published>2006-07-24T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:37.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know im soo damn slow. But here are the pictures for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Racial Harmony Day 2006 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rad And Dana And Nasi Lemak And Chicken Wing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We can make the most silliest Face ever :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those legs man, Damn Cacat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/04103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/04103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The members of 05A8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115374555082744592?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115374555082744592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115374555082744592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115374555082744592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115374555082744592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-im-soo-damn-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115339700527977048</id><published>2006-07-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys im back from playing some hockey and we didnt win. *Boohoo* So just blog hopping.. Not as tiring as it sounds.. haha. Wait!!! Give me a minute. I feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Rush to bathroom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-5 minutes later- *exhausted*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. That bloody blog make me sick. Its not that im against the blogger or whatever, but the content just make me &lt;em&gt;geli.&lt;/em&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i've learnt that he is not sincere. He is just a typical mat flirt. Looks can be deceiving man. Like whatever.. SOoo he started chatting with me on MSN just becoz he wanna get to know my friend? Loser. That is so pathetic dude. And what, i got to know that he flirts with another of my friend. Oh my god. He thinks he's a hot guy in school is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for wanting to help me in my maths. Now i know that its not sincere at all. &lt;em&gt;Ade udang di sebalik batu.&lt;/em&gt; Whatever to you la, guy. ha. Im not missing anything. I just hope that my friend realise that this is all fake. But by reading her blog, i guess she's now all obsessed. Oh my god. How can that girl be flattered so easily. SIgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, correct me if im wrong ok. She hated him like shit. So one day, he said 'hi' to her, talk for about one week. And tadaa! they are now good friends. Oh wow. WOW. Lantak la nakk... Asal kan korang bahagia dengan orang2 yang sejenis. Padan la tu. U might ask, y am i so uptight right?? Haha the asnwer is, i dont like guys who are not sincere in friendship. They just talk to you and be nice to you when they want something. (Tho to me its normal for guys to flirt around once in a while) But i dont like when not-so-handsome guys flirt. It just make me wanna.. puke. Im wrong for thinking that you are a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Im being mean here.. But a message to girls out there " AT ANY point of TIME, dont be too easy with guys. NOT WORTH IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i better stop now as im gg to watch the SINGAPORE IDOL . And sorry to you. And you. i dont mean to be so harsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. i think JOAKIM GOMEZ sucks at singing. REally suck. So this week me voting for NURUL!! WOoHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115339700527977048?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115339700527977048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115339700527977048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115339700527977048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115339700527977048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-guys-im-back-from-playing-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115336637321717521</id><published>2006-07-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:37.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Below are some pics taken when me went out with Hariz, Rai and Izyan last Sunday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swensens @ MArina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baybeats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/Idited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy playing the guitar with blond hair is super cute. Really. The lead singer also quite hot. WOw. The band on top is from Norway if im not wrong. wakaka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Rai MOshing With the Crazy Crowd..Wakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At the end of it, we sweat like pig. ha. Its like as if i just finished hockey training :S But we still sure like it alot. Haha. Rai next time we go again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CBD @ Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, we had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interhouse hockey Tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was boring i tell you. We need to wait for an hour plus just to play our next game which lasted for only 10 minutes. Bleah. Can you imagine. But yeah, my team which consist of ME, AIlin, Joanna, Sebastian, Chee hao manage to get through the next round which is today. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, when we played against Balaji Team, he fell two times trying to get the ball from me. What the hell man, its not my fault that he fell, he attacked from my back so he's asking for it. Its impossible for me to avoid such incident. But still, i think he is cute. Wakaka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those who are curious, y am i here on a Thurday morning blogging instead of being in school, the answer is so simple, i woke up late and decided to skip. Tadaa. Hmm actually i purposely did not set my alarm clock la because there's econs test today and i have not done my Gp compre. Wahaha. I just looked at the calender last night, and guess what, less than 4 months to Alvls. Argh!!! Ok, me shall go to school later in the afternoon for Geog consultation and also play hockey. Wakaka =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And YA!!! did i tell you what i did on Tuesday? WHahahahah. He's an idiot. Really. Really really really an idiot. And he's weird :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115336637321717521?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115336637321717521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115336637321717521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115336637321717521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115336637321717521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115279094960623551</id><published>2006-07-13T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Me, Sang and Annusia are heroines for the day. Thats becoz we were out saving the world! Yeah man. The story goes like this, we went to SPC outside school to get some snacks. After paying for some&lt;em&gt; paus&lt;/em&gt;, Sang and Annusia were still having an serious discussion on what they should buy. Bleah. SO as usual me &lt;em&gt;selenger-ly&lt;/em&gt; stood one corner and enjoyed the marvelous blackpepper pau of mine. Okok in short, after the tough decision making, Sang qeued behind a guy for payment. The guy looked damn suspicious. He was looking around. When he noticed that the person at the counter was busy talking,  he quickly grab a carton of Calrsberg and speed out of the place. Me feeling abit kpo asked Sang to ask the lady at the counter whether the guy paid for the beers. And she said no, but instead he paid a box of HL milk which cost 70 cents with a 50 dollar note. When i told her what i saw, the workers there went panic, even the OilpumpingApeks outside. Some even tried to run to the direction i pointed and hoped that they could find the man. So the girls, Sang, Nusy and Rad once again save the world. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Yoga just now. SO cool. I can balance myself pretty well. And the school is gg to set a world record. Yoga Mass Display :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115279094960623551?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115279094960623551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115279094960623551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115279094960623551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115279094960623551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-me-sang-and-annusia-are-heroines.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115266571208801998</id><published>2006-07-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For civics, yesterday, topic on Racial Harmony was covered. Since the class is divided into groups according to races, i felt that it kinda relevent to us. There are 5 cliques altogether. Chinese girls Gp1. Chinese girls Grp2. Indian Girls. Chinese boys. And the malay girls plus Sang. (Yeah, ur probably wondering y sang extra right, thats becoz she claims that she is a Eurasian. Confused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i realised that it is not abt being racist. Sometimes our actions can bring wrong messages to others. Its just that so happen that we have more common interest that we are always together.Becoz there are sooo many things to bitch abt. Like if i bitch abt this guy from Anugerah Screen to a chinese friend, she'd probably just smile at you becos she just has not idea what crap am i talking abt. SO i need somone who'd give be a better reaction and that obviously gotta be a malay in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i am not racist. My bf is a non malay and i get along well with other races tooo. In class me and sang we are pretty close. I think becoz we are both lame so we can relate with each other. And we can tahan each others lame jokes. Me find it comfortable talking to Grace, Renuka, Shanti too. All the hockey mates in JJ are non malay except for me and Nurul but i still find them fun to talk and joke with. So to sum it up, its not abt the race here. Its abt the character. Some ppl u just can get along and some u can just crap with them for hours. For example, even if a person is a malay, and i cant relate to the stuff she's talking abt, different frequency or the character just sucks, most probably i would not be close to her either. That is showed clearly in sch. I just cant imagine myself &lt;em&gt;lepaking&lt;/em&gt; with some malay ppl in the sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd human being just like to make generalization. For example, i always hear ppl say that chinese students dont bathe in the morning when i know that there are some of the ppl i know do bathe. Just becoz u dont like a malay becoz he cheat on you, you cant say that all malays are bad what. So this is an unfair statement. But it is sad that this usually happen. And some actions are so typical. Even if statistic has shown that the early marriage and divorce rate is increasing for the malays, we cannot say that all malays are problematic. This is obviously generalization. I know it is abit out of point here, but let me just rant. Stop making generalization. Like saying "Malays are stupid. Malays are lazy" so there are no chinese or indians or other races who are stupid lazy? Whatever, use ur brain. Dont just say without thinking becoz it just show ur immaturity. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know that there are many racist ppl out there. Come on, whats the use of looking at each others differences. And discrimination against race shouldnt even exist especially against the minority. There are more ppl getting married to ppl of different race for example one of our ministers, Mr vivian balakrishnan, so what im trying to say that, there are no excuse that u cant get along with a person because of the difference in colour. Afterall, we're singaporean. (chey, ard one month to National Day la dey) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are gg to sit at random, mixing the different races together in class for a week to show that we have nothing against the other races. Haha. We take this serious. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u'd probably wondering, what am i doing here on a Wednesday morning right? Hah, i overslept. The weather is so great. Yay! Gonna go sch for the public talk tho. Its something abt scientifc fact behind the Tsunami which happened in 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115266571208801998?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115266571208801998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115266571208801998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115266571208801998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115266571208801998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-civics-yesterday-topic-on-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115241130791939639</id><published>2006-07-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to East Coast Park. Nice weather. Crowded. PPl bbq-ing. Picnic-ing. Kite flying. Skimming. etc etc.Had a hard time finding a spot for the tent. So at last found a perfect spot. Chill to the max. A perfect day to relax. Played psp games. Too bad it wasnt perfectly planned. So our tent lack of weight and was so empty :). It was so windy and the leaves noisily rustling outside. We thought that it was gg to rain but nah. Weird. Ard 10 pm we cleared everything and went to marine cove. That place is awesome. Bars. Pool. Billiard. Karaoke lounge. Restaurants. Bicycle renting also available at night. 24 hours Mc showing the World Cup match. Didnt want to leave the place actually. How i wish i could be like this forever but hell, reality sucks. I still have to face the A level in few months time. And for now, the only thing mother/father/bro/aunt/friends/ teachers ask me to do is to study. And even if i do study,its not like as if its gonna make any difference. The way Mr gomez asked "Rad what did you do during the June holiday?" make me kinda guess that i have done really badly for the Paper. And its not like i didnt study. I studied with Fad days before the Paper remember? And its all wasted. So whats the point. I gain shit. Nothing. Whatever. Life as a student sucks. So boring. And studying has never been interesting for me. I struggled through years doing something i really dislike. And im still struggling. Come on, who like studying? Mugging at home alone and going out there having some great time with your friends. Which one would a wise kid pick? Of course the second. Its just too bad that the reality in Singapore sucks. You study or its gonna be difficult for you to make a happy living here. Sucks. And so i Did not inform my mother in advance that im gonna stay out that night so even if i called her last night, i doubt she gonna allow it. So Reached home near 12. The cab ride home was terrible. Both felt sick. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115241130791939639?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115241130791939639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115241130791939639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115241130791939639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115241130791939639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-went-to-east-coast-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115202103354844354</id><published>2006-07-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the Gombak stadium only open from 7.30 to 8.30 pm just now. What the fuck. Anyway, Izyan didnt wanna go to the Gombak gym becoz have a cute guy :S Isnt that like a chance Izyan???!! But anyway, make our way to the CCk stadium. There's soccer guys there and some track and field guys. They're probably younger than me. In secondary school maybe. Wasted :S Ran a few rounds. Didnt feel tired at all. Maybe becoz we chatted so didnt really feel it. Saw Diyana, my cousin there. Damn she's so thin. Kudut. She's there for some track and field thing. I guess she only perform good in windy weather with the help of Mr Wind. Hah. So Papan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So much for the running. Izyan offered me a treat to Delifrance. Being Rad, I accept the offer. Damn. Urgh. Again add on some unwanted calories. Had a caramel pudding. And damn its delicious. Yum YUm Yum. Thanks Izyan! Next week again k?? hahaaa.. Man, i just love food. But too bad, food is making me look big. Which is bad. Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i better get gg now. GOtta do some econs stuff and probably some revision until 3am. And after that gonna watch Ballack live. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115202103354844354?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115202103354844354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115202103354844354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115202103354844354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115202103354844354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-gombak-stadium-only-open-from-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115200203026000436</id><published>2006-07-04T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ShortNSweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much for lunch when i know that im gonna be running with Izyan at Gombak in 30 minutes. I hope i wont vomit or anything. It'd be a total waste of food. Hehhee. ANd i hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother talked to me just now. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Gp common test. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Nino and La Nina. Im soooo obsessed with both this names. Cool huh? They're just Geography vocab which i think im gonna use it for my children in the future. Really? No. Aha. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda disturb with wat Fad said in school just now. Urgh. Go to her blog and click link yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah im late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115200203026000436?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115200203026000436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115200203026000436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115200203026000436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115200203026000436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/shortnsweet-i-ate-too-much-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115193375754289902</id><published>2006-07-03T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:36.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOther is still cold towards me. I tried to talk to her but she somehow ignored me. hmm. :( But oh well. I hope this not gg to last long. If not, its gonna be difficult for me to ask for extra money. Haha. And plus, i wont be able go out often. But this morning, she was really damn noisy man. Urgh. I tried very hard not to get affected by a word she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met up with bF for lunch. Dilidalidilidali at JE then IMM then Lot 1, then his place. Andard 8, im already home but hell, no one was at home. SO me went to Mc for dinner.  I think ive been eating too much. Yeah man. All those calories. Making my tummy grow bigger and bigger. And everytime i go out with bF, i just cant stop eating u know. Dessert la. Snacks la. Cheesecake. Pizza. Delifrance. Urgh. I need to stop eating! But weird, the last time i check my weight, thats 5 minutes ago, its still the same compared to last week. SO yeah. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think Lot 1 is the most dangerous place to hangout with bF. Becoz almost all of my relatives live in the west. So yeah. Both mother and father side. So its a danger area. AHa. Im gonna try very hard to avoid this area. heheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just aint open abt me gg on with a guy of  a different race. ANd even though we can be just friends. Urgh. How pathetic is that. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An yeah i think Vanessa Anne Hadgens from Disney Channel MOvie High School Musical is sweet. Sometimes she looks hot too. Yeah Zachary David Alexander Efron in short Zac Efron is cute too. Aww. I kinda like that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115193375754289902?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115193375754289902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115193375754289902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115193375754289902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115193375754289902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-is-still-cold-towards-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115185273277458256</id><published>2006-07-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:35.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey wassup. Ben sent me this pic taken during the U18 tournament, just feel like posting it up on my beautiful blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/400/edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from meeting with with Bf. We played some pool. And guess wat? I won all the games. We played like ard 6 games.. And i won all 6 games. I feel like a pro. Yeah man. Hmm Actually Shane was the first person i played pool with and now, i can be considered same level as him *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my aunties or family friends start ringing my mother kpo-ingly say that they saw me with this guy at this place, this time, doing this, doing that. What the fuck man. DOnt they have anything better to do? COme on, go and find something to do like sit at home and breast feed ur children or just suck ur husbands smelly toes. Urgh. So im eighteen now, and i cant even go out with someone of the opposite sex? HOw narrow can one's minset be man. Urgh. I hate this kinda society man. Whenever i go out, i must be careful with the little little things i do. I dont want wrong information to reach my mother and in turn she being mad. She cant get good sleep if she get to know this sorta things. What the fuck man, I cant even be myself. I have to walk with my eyes very alert for any "danger" u know. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave this society man. I wanna collect enough money and get outta this place. U know, i need some freedom u know. Its not that i wanna lead too open and westernised lifestyle not thinking abt the moral and religious aspect la, but come on, how do u feel when ur doing something and u just feel from the side of ur eyes, somebody u know is watching. I need some space at least. I dont like my every movement to be watched. I want to be myself. And its not like im acting inappropriately outside. No. Im sane. I know wats wrong. I know wats right. I know what i do. ANd im old enough to think the things im doing. Come on, im a teenager. i want some entertainment too. I know u had a terrible teenage experience due to the stupid midsetu ppl adopt in the past, dont put me in the same situation man. Urgh im pissed. Come on, we have to move on. I cant possibly be sitting in the kitchen every day every moment for the whole of the entire teenage years. World change man, and we should also change to the way we react to changes. On top of all these, i know the main thing still stand, and its not like im neglecting it wat..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd apparently, mother is mad at me becoz im with someone of a different belief and race. What the fuck. So she's saying that all malays are good? Come on la, open ur eyes wide wide and see for urself, wear tudong, supposedly religious la kan, but hugging with guys in public, and i dont think they are married. Hell, no. And they can be much more worse than any one would have guessed. I hate this kinda mentality man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna quickly finish my A levels, Hopefully get to work after that, collect enough money and "kapoooof" U ppl wont see me in SIngapore anymore. Urgh.. This thing is suffocating me. Urgh. And to people out there, dont be busybody la kan. Mind ur own business as simple as that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im pissed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115185273277458256?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115185273277458256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115185273277458256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115185273277458256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115185273277458256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-wassup.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115175632471056698</id><published>2006-07-01T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:35.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/i1139234829_08175678.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/i1139234829_08175678.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/i1141212180_08263486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/i1141212180_08263486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/3747289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/3747289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/1600/3746907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/3746907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. Awesome. Rad is currently obsessed with Germany's captain, Michael Ballack. Isnt he just so adorable.. Hmm Yeah he is, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway something really weird happened to me. Just now, i was sleeping in my room but when i woke up, i was in the living room instead :S Damn that was scary until my sister said that my bro carried me. Wtf? Y did he do that? and i cant believe that i slept like a pig :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral sucks. I was nervous as hell. I dont know for what reason. The examiners were kinda nice. And i dont know y i cant stop being nervous. KInda affect the way i speak and think actually. Urgh. Ok Rad look on the bright side, Its only 10%. SO i gotta do well in my compo. I hope. But before the oral, we had some good laugh. The malay peeps are lame as hell. A good thing actually when the jokes are good lame jokes and not stupid jackass jokes which could be associated with the guy in A7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself someone to help me with my Ao Maths. SInce sec school, maths is not my thing u know. Thats y i dropped Amaths in Sec 3 . But since the course i want to take in University requires Maths. So i want to excel in AO maths. So my new friend, Iskandar (Haha) said that i can go to him whenever i need help. And he finds that the topics i have problem with are easy. His favourites. Chicken Feet. So i hope, by studying with him, i can improve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring. School sucks. I just cant wait until everything ends. Urgh. ANd im looking forward to meeting bf tmr :) Suppose to meet just now, but he had some Cip shit to do so yeah i had to spend a Saturday alone sleeping. But wait, its great sleeping actually after the whole busy week. SO yeah, actually there's nothing interesting to blog abt, So befor i begin talking some nonsense, i better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115175632471056698?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115175632471056698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115175632471056698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115175632471056698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115175632471056698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/07/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115157660634839579</id><published>2006-06-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:35.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im gonna give hockey a pause now. I need to spend more time at home or the library with my NOtes and Books. Plus, there are many things that i need to work on. Essay and more essay. Plus all those extra readings. Come on Rad, u didnt buy it just for display and for it to collect dust. Make use of it to get ur As. Yeah man, A levels is really really important to me and its not that far now. Sigh. Tmr having Alevels Oral for Malay A.  I hope im not gonna get myself into some shitty mess. Shit man, just now in class i cant even stop laughing when nothing was funny at all. Urgh! And for tha previous oral, i got only pass for it when all my other friends got distinction. Urgh. Ok. Hope to do perfectly well tmr. Malay A is my only hope, and if i missed this chance, i should might as well hang myself in front of the school gate. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a shower now and off i go for tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115157660634839579?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115157660634839579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115157660634839579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115157660634839579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115157660634839579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-gonna-give-hockey-pause-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115149657401152090</id><published>2006-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:35.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Izzy yesterday at Jurong east library to do some Maths Assignment. Oh man, I felt so good after having done some questions from the TYS. Satisfaction. The day was not wasted just like that. Oh yeah baby. But anyway, the guy wasnt there at the Cafe. Kwa kwa kwa. Haha. Izzy came and as usual instead of focusing on the main purpose of the meeting, we would get distracted with all the hot gossips. Hah. Alot of things to talk abt after not meeting for a long long time. I hope the BBSS reunion is anytime soon. Sigh i miss those kids and those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, As soon as the last bell rang, i rushed out of the class and straight to the bus stop. Wanna know y? Becoz, i need to use the toilet urgently. I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Quick, quick bloody bus driver. Fuck You. MOve away everyone!!, i need to Shittt!!! Argh!!" &lt;/em&gt;I havent &lt;em&gt;berry berry&lt;/em&gt; for 3 days man. Hmm. Constipation. ANd my tummy is like bulging. Hell. I think im gonna try Faddy's Method later. &lt;em&gt;Teh Susu. Urgh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a jog just now around the estate. Realised that i have gain some weight. ANd izzy noticed that too yesterday. And i like my face after running. So pinkish pinkish. Cute :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Singapore idol is On. CIao now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115149657401152090?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115149657401152090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115149657401152090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115149657401152090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115149657401152090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/met-up-with-izzy-yesterday-at-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115133202330347967</id><published>2006-06-26T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:35.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bad start to a brand new term. I woke up late and decided to just continue being in my fantasy Land. *tsk tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some Maths revision tho. So its kinda productive if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing to do in the evening, so decided to go for the Scc Agm with Ain which i think we are not required to attend. What the hell, i was thinking, just go lor.. Be Xtras for awhile. Haha. Anyway, all the drinks paid by the club what.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i better get to bed now, tho its quite early. DOnt wanna be late again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115133202330347967?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115133202330347967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115133202330347967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115133202330347967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115133202330347967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-start-to-brand-new-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115120275080545380</id><published>2006-06-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:34.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dragged bf to CityHall to return the jerseys to the club. Watched "just my luck" after that. I think Lindsay Lohan is hot. But Chris pine is hotter. I think ive fallen for him. hmm. Ok the movie has a happy ending so i guess okay la kan. Dinner at delifrance after that. I think we walked alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/co2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ChrisPIne is Hottttttttttttttt. Aww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esplanade was packed with Mats yesterday. I guess they were having some gig earlier that night. Gosh. i hate seing my own race going around the town in tux and tie in a very very humid weather. Urgh. Embarrassing for me. I think most of them are sucha wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random, but i think Mawi sucks. I dont know what girls see in him la. Da la botak, suare tak sedap, dont know how to dance pulak tu. Ha. Sorry Mawi's fans. I just have to let this out. Becoz what i think is true. Compared to Taufik, Taufik is hundred times better. ANd his songs so pathetic. Come on, Saleha? Haha. Kental siol the composition of the song. And he can sing only song that's composed by MNasir or similar to that. He cant carry modern songs well. U know like pop &lt;em&gt;balada&lt;/em&gt; hip hop and all.. Disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently addicted to Heaven by Brian adams and when ur gone by Matchbox twenty. Thanks to Hady Mirza and Jon Singapore idol. I think Hady will go far. I hope so. And Joakim is cute. But i think his parents cuter. Muahaha. DId you see his parents jumping around and the father hugging the mother. haha. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School opens tmr. Sucks. GUess i cant go anywhere today. Becoz i need the whole day to arrange all my notes back. SO ya, you can guess the state of the notes right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/1354/320/29779092026661l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is not edited. The background nice hor. And i miss times like this, Just have fun with the girls and think of nothing else =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115120275080545380?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115120275080545380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115120275080545380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115120275080545380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115120275080545380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dragged-bf-to-cityhall-to-return.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115097534848061406</id><published>2006-06-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:34.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Yeah time to blog. Though there's nothing really interesting to blog abt actually. Ha. So the mid year is finally over. Obviously, the last minute work is not working man. Even though i studied intensively for econs 3 days before the econs paper, i think that passing the paper would be a miracle for me. Haha. MCQ and the DRQ part were total hell for me. So out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of her lack of discipline, Rad didnt manage to find the time at last minute to read the Geography notes. And ended up, watching the SIngapore Idol which was not worth watching at all. But i still could afford to waste my an hour becoz at that point of time, anything else is better than sitting in front of those Notesss with eyes that almost surrenderred. Sigh. I know this cant go on man. A levels is important to me. Yeah i know that. Yet y cant this mind work with the body?? Urgh i hate this man. At the end of the day, i dont want to waste time without earning anything, i dont want to waste my parents money which they have invested on my education. Andmost importantly, i dont want to waste my parents dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats gonna happen to me in the future. Somebody pls help me. Im so insecure that i really need somebody to constantly motivate me man. Then i feel abit better. And sadly, being with him doesnt help. Sigh. Im back with my insecure self. Urgh! Fuck you Rad, stop having negative thoughts!! Come on, dont take relationship at this level seriously ok Rad. Its not worth it. Coz anything can happen. Ha. Im just being on the safe side. i dont want to be too involved in it u know. i'd rather take things slow. Urgh. Its well said but its not always the case really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know y am i so attracted to find out abt her. She's attractive. If i were a guy, i would date her. Haha. But dont worry, im not turning lesbian or anything. Im still straight. Haha. ANd sadly, she's not what i used to think abt her. But yeah, there are many people out there. Many people with weird lifestyle. So yeah, interesting to know. Haha. But nowadays, ive been looking at pretty girls too.. Its nice to observe how people behave. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just hate it when somebody knock on the door when im sleeping. FUck her la. Now, becoz of that, im in bad mood. DOnt come near me coz i might just get pissed at little things or nothing at all. Urgh. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115097534848061406?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115097534848061406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115097534848061406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115097534848061406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115097534848061406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115088869050380990</id><published>2006-06-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired of the same thing over and over and over again u know. Y cant u just be straight forward with me instead of keeping everything inside and hoping that i would know what the hell is wrong. And stop showing your fucking attitude man. U dont want to talk to me, just say "get lost" and dont have to lie and pretend that ur actually sleeping. It hurts me more when ur not being honest. Bah. Im getting bored with this. But history has taught me to be patient. So here i am trying very hard not to let my emotion on its own solve the situation. Sometimes, its just so difficult for me to define "us". Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115088869050380990?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115088869050380990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115088869050380990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115088869050380990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115088869050380990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-tired-of-same-thing-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115079987884907262</id><published>2006-06-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:34.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y is everybody talking abt World Cup. Come on, to me, thats the most boring topic ever and forever (except for the fact that there are lottttt of cute guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all ive been doing for the last few days was to mug and mug, now i feel like i have no life man. Serious. Come on, there's more things to do out there. End this torture immediately pls!! Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115079987884907262?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115079987884907262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115079987884907262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115079987884907262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115079987884907262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/y-is-everybody-talking-abt-world-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115068962430726903</id><published>2006-06-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:33.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent my weekends mugging with Faddy. From morning to late afternoon. Motivated man. Yeah so not like Rad right. But yeah man, im starting to get worried now. And escaping the mid year by getting an mc is not going to solve any of my problems. I want my dreams to come through. And to ensure long term success i need to work from now and face this mid year first. Sadly, its tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start my day with a hockey game. Took a cold cold shower after that and now im ready to continue with my mugging. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115068962430726903?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115068962430726903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115068962430726903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115068962430726903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115068962430726903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-spent-my-weekends-mugging-with-faddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115054452167446757</id><published>2006-06-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:33.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days to mid year first paper! ARgh! Move aside, Rad needs to move like a ROad RUnner now. Im in desperate state. So no time to waste. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115054452167446757?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115054452167446757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115054452167446757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115054452167446757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115054452167446757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-days-to-mid-year-first-paper-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115029623914399779</id><published>2006-06-14T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:33.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home from a super boring shopping at Johore with my mom, sisters, auntie and cousins (whom im not close with). The aunty really annoying. At first i didnt know that she'd b coming along. If i could have known earlier, urgh, serious man, i rather stay at home. Nothing to lose. Couldnt make up her bloody mind. And i am pretty sure that all the shopkeepers were pissed with her nonsense. Come on, she stayed abt 1 hour just at one shop just to make up her bloody mind on whether she should buy or not? Or is this nice or that one nice? Is this original or not? Ugh. The bad part, everybody had to wait. I regret joining them for the super super super boring shopping. The most wasteful day in history. Should have just stayed at home with Dad and read some Notes. ANyway, im so glad that im home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is so damn tired. And yeah, my leg got hit during the game this morning. Blue patch at the side. 8 games every morning man. No joke this is really tiring. But fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i was hoping to go straight to bed, but too bad, i just realised 5 minutes ago that my dirty laundry was still in the bag and i need to wear the skirt tmr morning. So im waiting for the washing machine to stop while blogging now. Urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually im like struggling with my revision now. Im sooo far from follwing the time table. And im left with less than a week before the mid year, thats next week. And i have many chapters and sub topics to cover still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115029623914399779?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115029623914399779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115029623914399779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115029623914399779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115029623914399779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-home-from-super-boring-shopping-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115017916992807823</id><published>2006-06-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:33.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey just got back from a game at Delta. Tired. But yeah at least i have the rest of the day to relax at home. So i was just clearing my mail. Alot of junks i must say. Haha. All the forwarded emails. Usually, i would just delete them but i dunno what happen to me today, too bored i guess, decided to read those emails. Yeah there's this personality test. AMazing how accurate the results turn out to be. Not all but yeah, most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- You are a person who is keeping things to yourself - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;True. i find it safe. As in, Nobody will now my secrets, my weaknesses. I believe i will manage everything on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- You are a bit more choosy on friends and only hangout with those whom u think are on the same frquency - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;True. I only can communicate with certain group of people. And i only be myself when im comfortable with that friends. Those who have known me for quite sometime describe me as "Sungai tenang jangan disangka tiada buaya" That means i may seem really quiet when u first know me, but i could be quite a havoc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Your life is not fulfiilled - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dont know abt this man. Yeah there are many things that i want in life. U know, like good grades, good jobs and all that stuff. But so far, i find that my life has been a good one. Yeah problems come at times, but somehow, i i know i will get through it. Take things slowly. But what the hell, human beings are never satisfied with what they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- You are weak in your life and tends to be fragile - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Human have their weaknesses. Yeah gotta agree that i got to emotional at times. But at all times, i try my best to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Low sex drive - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the funny one man. Haha. Low sex drive. Err.. duh no. Im a typical human being. I do fantasize too. Maybe average sex drive? But yeah, there are better things to do than just sex. And thinking about it everytime. And engaging in it actively. Come on. Get a life. Its not all abt sex u know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- You have one good friend in your life - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Actually, i dont have a good friend la. A good friend as in the one whom i will turn to everytime, spend most of my time with, be open with.. blah blah blah.. Nope i dont have a good friend. But i have a good sister. haha. She's the closest to me i guess. Yeah. But she's sometimes too pms-sy, oh well cant blame her. Its in the genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Your last relationaship is not a good one and is not memorable to you - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The not a good relationship, i agree but not memorable? ermm. I disagree. There's a lot of memories we share together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- When your partner is around you, you will flirt around with others -&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Nope. he'd get jealous, And hurt. ANd then i have to sweet talk, quarrel blah blah.. Im soo tired for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Even when your partner is not around you, you will flirt with other - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That one i gotta admit. Duh, i am a girl. I love boys. So i do stuff to get their attention, but not in the bitchy way that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Average ego - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some of my close contacts say that i have a big ego. But i give in some times. So i guess the result is true, average. Not too big, not too small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Humble personality -&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Yeah i am a humble person man. Really serious. I dont like to be popular or wat..I dont like too much attention u know. but actually i keep a low profile in school. Not anti social of course. But those people who dont know me, will say that i have a stuck up look. Hey, im not like that k. Its just that i dont really talk that much? But if you approach me, i will give you my sweetest smile. See, the test agree with me that i have a humble personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Average bond with your friends - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;True. I dont like to be in bad terms with anyone. I hate making enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another 3 questions on the relationship part. Which i choose to skip. Becoz i disagree with the results!! Yay! The personality test results can be amazing sometimes though some, hafta admit are just wasting time. Actually makes one think, and know themselves better and do some soul searching. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K till next time. Gotta ciao now and get some sleep. Alot of notes to cover for revision tonight. Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115017916992807823?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115017916992807823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115017916992807823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115017916992807823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115017916992807823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-just-got-back-from-game-at-delta.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29393380.post-115012084529010965</id><published>2006-06-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:16:33.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up as early as 6am today. Yeah thats not normal for Rad. But yeah, i thought that itd be possible for me to have breakfast with bf. The last time we met before today was 5 days ago? Yeah man, really miss that guy alot. Sooo Instead of wasting time in bed, i decided to just spend some time with bf. We met up at ard 8. The most busiet time. Once in a while im not following the crowd, its kinda nice feeling u know. Make u just wanna laugh at them. Ha. But serious man, looking at the people moving just make me go crazy. Headache. Dont know how the hell i cope with it every morning to school man. Oh well, nvm, it wont be for long. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and bf spent some quality time together. Haha. I use the word "quality" becoz usually, when when we go out, its always pointless. Dont know where to go so we will aimlessly walk. So we toured the cck neighbourhood. Play some arcade. Pool. Breakfast. Yeah. I realised that i cant even lift my own weight. And coach said im fat! Urgh. Oh well, me rushed for training later after meeting with bf. Tiring one. In fact i just reached home and im super dead right now. But the stomach just wont stop making noises. Waiting for my dinner to be ready. So in the meantime, me just blog shit. Haha. ok so tmr first match against the crescentian. Is that how we spell it? Err.. wat the hell, I dont care. GOtta go and get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29393380-115012084529010965?l=rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/feeds/115012084529010965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29393380&amp;postID=115012084529010965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115012084529010965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29393380/posts/default/115012084529010965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rad-shortnsweet.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-woke-up-as-early-as-6am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Radeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945435289065878562</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
