<?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-26644581</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:11:15.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*the lucid repugnance-.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26644581.post-114709431940974479</id><published>2006-05-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:18:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La vie toujours avait été pathétique. triste. discriminant. dans la merde augmente. juste comme ce que nous éprouvons maintenant. pour nous toujours a souhaité pour la liberté pure. et avec notre propre pensée logique, les relations ne sont pas toujours importantes. vous pourriez l'aimer vous aimez alot, mais il n'y a pas de point pour une relation, pour une amitié proche pourrait remplir que vous avez besoin de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceux-ci sont juste quelques phrases vous gens et les idiots n'ont pas besoin de savoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translate it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go off insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get AWAY FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lonely that i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's too fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ALWAYS fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might not be pleasant to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it isn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick of the life.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main cause :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone beside me i could care for.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone that i could give my love for.&lt;br /&gt;not to rush.&lt;br /&gt;not to be despo.&lt;br /&gt;a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;is.&lt;br /&gt;enough.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: for those ppl reading this, i just got nothing better to do larh. relacks. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114709431940974479?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114709431940974479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114709431940974479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114709431940974479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114709431940974479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/05/la-vie-toujours-avait-t-pathtique.html' title=''/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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-26644581.post-114708532965867712</id><published>2006-05-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:48:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arlow peeps. lol. do you guys want me to use FUCK? i like it. weeee. nice &amp; HAWT SKIN. oh fuck lar. todays maths paper was like shit. piece of shit. NO. BIG PILE OF SHIT. cos 80% of our class nver finish paper 1. FUCK LAR, KNS KNS KNS. fucking shit. paper 1 was like more freaking easier than paper 2. well, duh. shiittss sia...sigh, dont even think can get A2. paper 2 okay ler, just that some questions not really that sure. well, who gives a shit. tomorrow's geography, and im not studying. can you see the slackness of mhr? ahaha. relacks lar. ill study sooner or later. i can get enough of my comp since i didnt have the access for like ONE week? its like pure toture i tell you.since my fucking dad went to cut the modem wire, my mom asked from my uncle for his extra one. and lucky lar, have. but, the next day, fuck, i had to find the driver like hell. kept searching like SHIT at last found it in my dads room. it was an obvious place duh. fucker. he kept it on top the tv's shelf and thought i couldnt find it. PWN U NOOB. yea. cant even hide stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, lemme explain what happened from labour day ya?&lt;br /&gt;fuck NO.&lt;br /&gt;its FUCKING long.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING complicated.&lt;br /&gt;and im FUCKING lazy to type out everything.&lt;br /&gt;just think about it lar.&lt;br /&gt;its 1 week im not on the comp and alot things have been happening. anything u just check it out at halinas blog. she really keeps track of what happens for those times we retards went out. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;kay, bout just now morning till now not really that fun since i dont really have so much time to go out. fuck... sigh. now listening to zebrahead - back to normal. wait, have u even heard of zebrahead? its like blink 182, i think. but FUCKING nicer. just not sure why it isnt on ground. i meant its an underground band. fucker. lol. smsing with manda on e fone. nth better to do. kay. i think ill go off n bathe b4 continuing abit more. then ill go study geog. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114708532965867712?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114708532965867712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114708532965867712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114708532965867712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114708532965867712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/05/arlow-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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-26644581.post-114612770410257750</id><published>2006-04-27T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:48:24.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooh.fuck fuck fucking fuck. sheesh. after FOUR FUCKING days of FUCKING torture,i finally get to use the fucking internet. cause of my FUCKING dad. yes. he FUCKING cut MY FUCKING wire of  MY FUCKING modem. FUCK!. yes. no internet connection. how i get to post this? COMMON SENSE. duh~. friend's house. what else. with his FUCKING lag comp. ahahah no offence dude. weeeeeeeee. yesterday wanted to beat naufal. urrhh. but FUCK, tak jadi, cos all his FUCKING friends were at the fucking bus stop. wahahaha. anyone reading my fucking post right now should think that im mad. lol. FUCK YOU LAR.  kay kay reLACKS. im just freaking pissed off lar. thats why. sheesh, one of "her" friends told me that she was still angry at what i said, but the point is, FUCK. i didnt remember saying anything to here. really. if i really really did, then im REALLY REALLY sorry.hope YOU are reading this and YOU accept my apology.  yea. today..hmm... ouh.ahaha, was fucking kanchiong to reach school cause i really had to finish my hwk. lols. at last only do one lit paper and maths. wakakakaka. as usual i met ahmad at station, then got on  the 6.10 train. and ahaha, i can vividly remember this queensway sec gerl. or is it queenstown? sheesh dunno larh but who would wanna school so far and live at pasir ris? that i dont know. =) smiled at  ahmad when her eraser dropped. LOL. why not meee. ahaha keep seeing her on the train sak every morning. sheesh today freaking monotonous. so fucking boring. not many interesting stuff. yea. fuck ler. im bored off posting. ahaha. cya guys. not really gonna update that much. WISH ME GOOD LUCK FOR MY MID YRS NEXT WEEK!and tomorrow. ahaha ciaoss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114612770410257750?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114612770410257750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114612770410257750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114612770410257750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114612770410257750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/04/woooh.html' title=''/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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-26644581.post-114576303237591061</id><published>2006-04-23T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:30:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;argh. weeee~ had a GREAT time yesterday *yeah right* . ahahaha, its not really a GREAT day cos we just went to see our band perform @ nat'l stadium. anddd, wondering why didnt i post yesterday night is.. i sleptover at my grans. just came back. watched some vids on mtv before coming home. kay. lets see... yesterday, shaz scared the shit out of me. yes. the shit out of me. we were practically at a near-deserted bus stop, though it was right in front of the KFC &amp; macs. kay lemme start from e beginning. met shaz at kembangan mrt with hal.. then walked to some masjid to wait fer hawa. we reached stadium. hal &amp;amp; hawa wanted to go macs, so we walked. yes. and... TERSESAT! ahahahaha! all cos of me. T_T its not my fault though. they ASKED me where macs was, and I pointed to the left of the west entrance. oooh, thats so clever of me. =). butttttttttt. what the hell. fuck. shit. we walked, like... behind kallang theatre when I realised that macs was like..........................................fucking far. =) yeap. then they basically screamed at me. *shrugs* girls... shaz was with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~. to prove our stupidity *NO OFFENCE to y'all*, we then decided to take a fucking bus back to the stadium. guess what? it was only two stops away. not very far from where we walked.but,16 came. and, the fucking black driver passed us without stopping. why? the bus was full. FUCK YOU. YES. I SCREAMED at the BM(blackmama). lol. after all it was an indian guy driving it. wooooh. annnnnnnddddddd, lols, can you believe it? hawa said rather we take a CAB. yes. a CAB.  it was a full $2.50 for a er, 1 MINs drive to the stadium. fuck, we should've walked!. yes!. but nooooo, degil..they were lazy... ahahaa. theres another reason too. hal had an abrasion. or is IT an abrasion. since she was wearing this *invisible* socks. near her heel there. she couldnt walk much. thats why. nearing the stadium, hal intentionally asked the old cabby to SLOWWWW down. nice thinking there girl. ahaha. grand entrance you call that. we were still kinda early(NOT). everyone was already sitting it. DUH. like i said. our stupidity. nahhhh. joking... =P kay lemme fast forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:the4ofuswentinfoundaplace@myclassandsatweweresupposedlytositatourownclassesbutnahjusttoolazy."&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the 4 of us went in found a place at my class and sat we were supposedly to sit at our own classes but nah just too lazy kay the performance started and we just blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.yes. till the second part of the performance thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was our seating position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hawa halina shazani me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.i got this 1.5l bottle from zhen hui,and for no specific reason,hal snatched it from me and dranked some of it.i almost STOPPED HER. aahhhhhhh!after i told her that it wasnt mine. she was like... *teary eyes*. xD she had just dranked some chinese guy's water. yes. OMGWTF. lols. pity her pleeeeaseeeee. she didnt knowww. wtf wtf. im too lazy to carry on. ahahahaha. nbm nbm tak perrr. later ptg ill continue with my entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ciaos.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114576303237591061?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114576303237591061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114576303237591061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114576303237591061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114576303237591061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/04/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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-26644581.post-114566812867031162</id><published>2006-04-22T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:08:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooo. at last. a skin that i prefer most. ahaha. weeee. woke up @ 6am exact. never do anything else but find skins and stuff for my blog. sheesh. at last im satisfied. im off to do some gfx to UNBORE me. last few days doesnt seem to be good to me. bad memories. sigh. later meeting hal, hawa &amp; shaz before gg off to nat'l stadium. ahhh.i wanna use my photoshop already. ahaha. currently listening to peter pan - ada apa denganmu&lt;br /&gt; ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114566812867031162?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114566812867031162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114566812867031162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114566812867031162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114566812867031162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/04/woooo_22.html' title=''/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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-26644581.post-114560734352628865</id><published>2006-04-21T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:30:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last my own</title><content type='html'>yeah. finally, ive gotten one for myself. lol. isnt that fucking hard to find one simple skin. ohh yea, my blog will be like... err, full of obscenities. XD kidding. just hope to update it at least twice a week. and yea, the song's nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's not really that interesting.the same old stuff.but,its a friday.=) tmr will be going to the nat'l stadium to support our band.sheesh.waste our time onlyy.now asking halina for help for some of e stuff that im not sure.ahaha. im still a newb in this bloggy thingy, its kinda nice too. =D ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I Won't See You Tonight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;No more nights, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;br /&gt;I've made the change, I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;br /&gt;all the ones around me,I cared for and loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Don't mourn for me, you're not the one to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;As bottles called my name, I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;br /&gt;all the ones around me,I cared for and most of all I loved&lt;br /&gt;but I can't see myself that way&lt;br /&gt;please don't forget me or cry while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;No more nights, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;br /&gt;But I've made the change,I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, I'm gone. Please don't follow me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm gone, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more breath inside&lt;br /&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;No more breath inside&lt;br /&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26644581-114560734352628865?l=fcukmylife-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/feeds/114560734352628865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26644581&amp;postID=114560734352628865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114560734352628865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26644581/posts/default/114560734352628865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukmylife-.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-last-my-own_21.html' title='at last my own'/><author><name>mhr.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02446327167806561918</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>
