<?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-5691888</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:40:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Juz Dying.......</title><subtitle type='html'>WATEVA I TINK, ITZ UP 2 ME &amp; ITZ NOT 4 U TO JUDGE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</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>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4487363320036247235</id><published>2009-12-10T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:08:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final585 posts and a 3 year old display pic. Made friends in this space too. More or less it's time to move on. I'll be on the link below from now onwards. Goodbye.http://www.rimmedglasses.tumblr.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4487363320036247235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4487363320036247235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4487363320036247235' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5156258288086875671</id><published>2009-12-03T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:21:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hush Hush DarlingNo idea how some got wind of the news. Since the cat is out of the bag,12 Dec 2009Man U vs Aston VillaOld TraffordNorth Stand N4408Row 60Seat 23 &amp; 24Boys and bola are inseparable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5156258288086875671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5156258288086875671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5156258288086875671' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6405907466606529283</id><published>2009-12-02T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:11:54.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlackAnyone who has the heart to murder a 6 year old kid sure has a lot of balls. Not forgetting dumping the body in a trolley bag and chucking it by a walkway. Such genius to think the rotting smell of the corpse wouldn't dissipate a stench. Hang the murderer i'd say. No need to waste more time questioning. He certainly did not waste his murdering that kid. I can't stop thinking how the little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6405907466606529283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6405907466606529283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6405907466606529283' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8368803317704546625</id><published>2009-11-26T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:50:31.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PairBeen searching for half framed acetate glasses for the longest time exactly like Graham's. Brands such as Dita and Moscot do have similar looking glasses but the prices are none too favourable. Alas, my ever reliable Nini saw a pair right under my nose as we were walking around town last night. I swear i looked through the whole spectacle collection but i did not see the mentioned pair. Fits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8368803317704546625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8368803317704546625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8368803317704546625' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6205091720602210072</id><published>2009-11-12T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:53:28.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TummyIf you have $11.95 to spare, do yourself a favour and drop by Clarke Quay. No, not to club. But to the new Burger King Whopper Bar. No, not the one just outside Clarke Quay NEL. A definite winner with you being a king to customize your burger to the delectable sauces or toppings you prefer on a single, double or triple flame grilled beef patty. I did a double yesterday along with an extra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6205091720602210072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6205091720602210072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6205091720602210072' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2214120175747091582</id><published>2009-10-23T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:32:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RepeatYou guys HAVE GOT TO check out The XX. Particularly the song "Basic Space". You really HAVE GOT TO. My god you have no idea how i've been swaying my head left to right left to right to this song. When the guitar tingle kicks in at the 1:12 mark, mannnnnnnnnnnnnn that is the drug i tell you. The video's trippy to boot. In another similar moody tune, give O.Children a listen. The vocalist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2214120175747091582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2214120175747091582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2214120175747091582' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6339224518836153732</id><published>2009-10-21T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:21:32.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BallsWalking around and noticing people exuding a cool dress sense does stimulate the eyes. Those with bold statements splashed across their tops excites me and nini further. Some tees spotted for example are:- Nobody is perfect. I'm Nobody.- I hate attention seekers.- Late, but always worth the wait.And the best seen thus far, a tee which instead bears the favourite stereotyped F word expletive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6339224518836153732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6339224518836153732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6339224518836153732' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5108915969874287916</id><published>2009-09-14T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:06:20.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YesCould not have asked for a better release date for a movie i've been dying to watch all year. Zooey Deschanel's getting married to Ben Gibbard okkkkkk. A cute girl like her getting married to a death cab for cutie. Indie cuteness overload. Morrissey and The Smiths alike did had something to do with me and Nini. So a movie of such musical reference (Zooey cooing There Is A Light That Never Goes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5108915969874287916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5108915969874287916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5108915969874287916' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-732135212850551917</id><published>2009-09-13T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:27:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NowThe people who made the 2 years of National Service sane. Even sane seems to be an understatement. Crazy to think on how we stuck together through the good and bad times either in camp or jungles doing god knows what. Kind of miss cooking maggi with them at the back of the workshop at 8am, 10am and 3pm. Yes, we were such poor and hungry boys to the point our staff sergeant bought us numerous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/732135212850551917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/732135212850551917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#732135212850551917' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-9058722539339447205</id><published>2009-09-11T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:21:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MatterRecent conversations with Nini and other people about life and where are we heading to in the future seems like a scary place to be. Some of the acquaintances we know are engaged, married, own a house to their names and already having children. Which amazes me and Nini the amount of dedication and sacrifice they have to achieve their goals. In simple malay lingo, it's plainly said as "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/9058722539339447205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/9058722539339447205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#9058722539339447205' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5597649342584336038</id><published>2009-08-18T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:25:24.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explosions &amp; GlamourThe national day long weekend has seen it's busy holiday trips among families and just a relaxing one at home for some. Nini had her company's dinner and dance over at M Hotel and the following day was a trip to Marina Bay for NDP. 6 tickets scored and i brought along my aunt, uncle and cousin, mum and nini. All first timers to the scene. My dad was working but even if he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5597649342584336038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5597649342584336038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5597649342584336038' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4810718475387810722</id><published>2009-08-05T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:26:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yak Yak YakHeard someone saying "aiyah i want to go shit now" the other day at work. Those seven words coming out from a hipster girl. Did not expect that at all. In another situation, while me and the ma'am were eating at Dunkin Donuts @ ION yesterday, the couple sitting beside us particularly the girl, said Dunkin Donuts are for swakoo Singaporeans who have never eaten donuts before. All that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4810718475387810722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4810718475387810722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4810718475387810722' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3495626367213843383</id><published>2009-07-13T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:02:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DelicateThe ma'am persuaded me to taste a certain malay kuih called "Tapai". Sure i've seen my parents eating them before and the sweet scent wafting in the air upon exposure from the banana wrapped leaves. Never tasted it in my life before and with constant persuasion from her, i tried consuming a small portion of it. I squirmed as i tried to swallow it quickly. So tapai is in my rejected list </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3495626367213843383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3495626367213843383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3495626367213843383' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1509178753267762910</id><published>2009-07-06T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:10:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SleepyheadsAll apologies for the pictorial delay of the group's stay at Mount Emily. Such a lovely place and what a gem to stay in over the weekends. Cosy room and must i highlight the Nescafe coffee maker which everyone hogged at night to stay awake for our usual fare of Uno, Bluff and all time favourite Win Lose Or Draw. The pictures as promised...What we thought wouldn't be enough for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1509178753267762910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1509178753267762910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1509178753267762910' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1056950613928356854</id><published>2009-06-24T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:37:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the darkness looms in the sky, be sure there is someone out there looking out for you...The Pajama Rangers!Operational only during midnight till 2am. After that they'll be busy playing Uno and Win Lose Or Draw.More pics coming out soon. The tall white figure second from the right is Zordon btw. Just so you know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1056950613928356854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1056950613928356854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1056950613928356854' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-480205491596887565</id><published>2009-06-03T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:51:48.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taste2 pairs of these Sneaky Steve's stacked on the shoe rack at home. Why would i need 2 pairs of the same shoe right? Well, my dad wears one of them. Like father, like son. Thanks to the ma'am for her oh-so-awesome membership card. She gets around i tell you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/480205491596887565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/480205491596887565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#480205491596887565' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7259017752057677554</id><published>2009-05-08T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:45:27.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good BoyThe only thing i like about facebook is scouring through the pictures uploaded by friends or some other unknown connections whom you happen to pass by on the streets and you go "hey this person looks familiar". Happy moments all captured online and for all the world to see. I could not care less about my own profile page and hell, i don't even have a main profile pic. Bothersome. With </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7259017752057677554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7259017752057677554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7259017752057677554' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2810029210482480658</id><published>2009-04-13T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:31:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High Skirts &amp; Steamer ShortsWas browsing through a former classmate's facebook album and wished i hadn't clicked on it. Been laughing all alone at work looking through the scanned secondary school pictures and memories attached to it. Damn we've really grown up.Yeah, it was legs galore back then. Everyone was squinting their eyes as our class photo was taken at exactly noon. The sun didn't help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2810029210482480658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2810029210482480658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2810029210482480658' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1444275570331158010</id><published>2009-03-29T11:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:41:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AftermathThe past week has got to be the most rarest occasion ever for catching internationally known musical acts over the space of a few days. Pure bliss all in all. It's going to be a lengthy ride pictorial wise, so bear with me.Of MontrealPsychedelic maestros Of Montreal brought with them their fun animated energy to the stage and hell yeah it was one of the most fun gigs ever. With crazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1444275570331158010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1444275570331158010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1444275570331158010' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-294326826976142031</id><published>2009-03-10T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:09:05.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abang MuzHe turns 23 today. He who got stopped by johor immigration custom officers during our KL trip a few years back, of all things for not changing his passport photo. You can't really expect to breeze through customs with a primary school passport photo right? That's his interpretation of acting cute i suppose. He says it's just his rockstar ways. Ah yelah tu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/294326826976142031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/294326826976142031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#294326826976142031' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7644090184397301950</id><published>2009-03-05T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:48:20.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WaitingThe ma'am did a video capture of various poster colours dripping drop by drop into a fishtank full of water. A gamut of colours slowly danced around the space and thinly absorbs to it's new environment. The final few drops of black pigment bleaked out the entire tank and that to me, was a pretty art moment. All this done over at my house with the help of my dad and the logistical maestro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7644090184397301950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7644090184397301950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7644090184397301950' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2053600231125295514</id><published>2009-02-19T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:25:10.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ScientistAn easily sold out gig in a matter of days. So nice of them to come down to our shores 3 times in within 5 years. The only reason i can't wait for this gig is to hope they play Yellow while holding her hand. Yeah, pretty don juan demarco alright. Pretty much a fan of their older songs but i wouldn't mind hearing Lost. Other than that, with the company of 7 other friends, it'll sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2053600231125295514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2053600231125295514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2053600231125295514' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-105802415524718578</id><published>2009-02-12T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:48:21.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Age &amp; All It's GloryPerhaps growing older by the years changes your perspective in life. Carefree days were the order of the day back then and rebellion seems like the ultimate retaliation of sorts. Now, slowly the thought of settling down somehow creeps into your head and wondering how in the world are you going to pull this huge lifetime commitment off and leaving behind the notion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/105802415524718578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/105802415524718578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#105802415524718578' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8493455583884473456</id><published>2009-02-09T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:08:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OverdueLike the header says, overdue pictures of last month's events. Enjoy.Setting for the day on top of a multi-storey carpark. Apologies to the nearby residents for our ruckus that night but no thanks to the person who called the cops to check up on us.The safari themed birthday filled with too cute to be true animal plush toys.The girls doing rewang duties. A dying trend these days.Awesome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8493455583884473456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8493455583884473456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8493455583884473456' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6892120425086385943</id><published>2009-01-28T09:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:56:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Future, Batcats, KaisersI just came back from Malacca with...the ma'ams family. With 13 others consisting of cousins, uncles, aunties and her mum's colleagues to Ayer Panas Gadek. Pretty nerve-wracking considering how i would be judged by my actions or any other point of views, if any. But i suppose having her by my side most of the time kept me calm. The hot springs was like a scene from a Japan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6892120425086385943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6892120425086385943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6892120425086385943' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1163063163147518962</id><published>2009-01-19T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:16:02.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmbushLast night's ploy to kidnap the belated birthday boy was a success. Army styled briefings and trial runs of said kidnapping procedures were executed with precision. Thank god he was wearing boxers or else the kidnap plan would turn awry beneath all the commotion. Pictures coming up soon and we were screened by the police at the end of the night. We're pretty badass that way.Mystery Jets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1163063163147518962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1163063163147518962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1163063163147518962' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3929631212166009715</id><published>2009-01-13T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:57:46.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grunge SlippersThis acrobatic kid turns 24 today. With such determination and strength hanging on a pole horizontally, no wonder he's an IPPT gold standard. Atleast that was what he told me his standard was. Oh well. It's his birthday so i'll just believe him then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3929631212166009715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3929631212166009715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3929631212166009715' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4796501337782131546</id><published>2009-01-11T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:23:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dua2 years on, another step towards an idealistic future. Mystery Jets tonight also, we celebrate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4796501337782131546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4796501337782131546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4796501337782131546' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6239592156147781627</id><published>2009-01-04T14:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:03:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight8 kids cooped up in room 201 during new year's day can only mean one thing, fun. A last minute surprise me &amp; the ma'am did for the other kids to come over to the awesomely funky New Majestic Hotel to usher in the new year together. Homemade chocolate fondue was a free for all accompanied by delicious choice dippings of bananas, strawberries and marshmallows. Of which the army rationed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6239592156147781627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6239592156147781627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6239592156147781627' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6679164874703595146</id><published>2008-12-31T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:25:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>201As 2008 draws to a close, it's pretty normal for us to reflect on our lives and the things happening around us. Pretty scary thought that the days sort of whizz by ever so quickly now. A sign of the times perhaps? I certainly enjoyed this year considering the amount of gigs i went to and seeing the happiness spread among my loved ones. The ma'am got to travel, the IPPT gold boy (supposedly) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6679164874703595146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6679164874703595146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6679164874703595146' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7146931745678898161</id><published>2008-12-26T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:34:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh WellMental preparations of noise ringing in the earlobes after the gig. Mogwai have got to play The Sun Smells Too Loud and Batcat. They just have to.Half In Love With Elizabeth would be a sin to be left out of their songlist. Although a closet wish of mine to see them play Aztec Camera's version of Somewhere In My Heart. 80's cover songs are the bomb.Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7146931745678898161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7146931745678898161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7146931745678898161' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-296404802525927471</id><published>2008-12-26T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:38:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BanzaiPlanned on waiting until today to update this space with scanned gig tickets for next year but backtracked on the idea. Acquired Mogwai (row B17 &amp; B18 bebeh!), Mystery Jets, Of Montreal and Melanie Pain gigs and all happening during the first quarter of next year. 2009 already looks so good. And.....nice right. Good day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/296404802525927471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/296404802525927471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#296404802525927471' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4386935448207515102</id><published>2008-11-30T17:32:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:13:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WWW (whitest boy alive, wondrous revivals, weddings) After catching Kings Of Convenience 2 years ago at Esplanade, the opportunity to catch Erlend Oye this time with his side project presented itself again in the form of Juice's 10th Anniversary Party. A much more intimate experience and a lesson learnt along the way regarding gig ethics. You know sometimes when you reach a gig venue, no one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4386935448207515102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4386935448207515102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4386935448207515102' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2825850246069597825</id><published>2008-11-25T19:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:33:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gong Li &amp; The Gig/Geek Boyscirca 16/03/06. from left: Norman Hakim, Rosyam Nor, Jalaludin Hassan.circa 29/10/08. the same people you know.In this short space of 2 years, we've been through countless gigs between us together. Some gig misses of ours along the way were quite regrettable namely Muz foregoing Coldplay's gig, them missing out on Album Leaf (very very heartfelt gig experience. going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2825850246069597825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2825850246069597825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2825850246069597825' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8838905036320692457</id><published>2008-11-03T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:29:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LogicDuring dinner just now my mum talked to me about my nephew, Firdaus. She told me how he fared during his primary one malay language class test which he took a week before his final year exam. From this line onwards, i've to type my story in a mix of malay and english. Sorry.Well, Firdaus was faced with a question asking what is the "seerti" of ayah. So he had choiceA) bapaB) abangAnd he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8838905036320692457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8838905036320692457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8838905036320692457' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3122089431993642428</id><published>2008-10-30T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:14:55.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Razzle Dazzle NightCamera Obscura are such a sweet down-to-earth band. Small talk with them along the autograph session line involved musings on how they find Singapore such a lovely country and the woman on the Let's Get Out Of This Country cover isn't Tracyanne Campbell. Lee the drummer mentioned to me how suprised he was to see the huge turnout last nite and the band would never have imagined </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3122089431993642428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3122089431993642428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3122089431993642428' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4613869159408333583</id><published>2008-10-22T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:22:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 Wheeler All Nighter(hang muz bertanjak napkin menewaskan best denki. senyuman manis included)Raya visits as young adults only mean one thing. Food. With non-expectations of receiving any green packets at such an age, we'll gladly finish up your cookie jars and whatever your mum cooked for other guests instead. Rezeki jangan ditolak as old folks say. Also it's a bit unfortunate for our very own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4613869159408333583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4613869159408333583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4613869159408333583' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4758685832296075076</id><published>2008-10-13T08:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:56:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honey, Japanese, WeddingsThe ma'am turned a lovely sweet 16 about nine days ago. What she thought was just another couple date to the Singapore Flyer was duely surprised with the presence of the secret recipe chocolate banana cake gang. Muz's rendition of the classic happy birthday song with a hari raya twist was an idea of a genius. Candles blown, cakes eaten, unstoppable farts, ravaging popeyes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4758685832296075076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4758685832296075076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4758685832296075076' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5432291615785532286</id><published>2008-09-18T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:06:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surei swear topman.com got inspired by Lightspeed Champion with all it's sudden array of knitted hats featured on the website. can't wait to try the fairisle knitted trapper if i see it at topman and feeling feeling Dev Hynes for a while. that bloke's one hell of a cool character. his songs, sublime.headwear aside, breaking fast at Sakunthala's two days ago with the parents and ma'am was a "makan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5432291615785532286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5432291615785532286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5432291615785532286' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7903773911375212735</id><published>2008-09-12T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:25:19.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alamakwhat was meant to be a surprise birthday present took a weird twist. the doll i ordered and planned for her birthday next month arrived at the store yesterday along with a doll which she had ordered for herself a month ago. there goes the surprises. thank god i'm not a girl for if not, i'll be collecting these dolls each month. even as a guy, i thought they were cute and very detailed. with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7903773911375212735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7903773911375212735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7903773911375212735' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2123227261167116640</id><published>2008-09-05T08:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:21:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freeas of today, 3rd sergeant muzammil is now mister muzammil. this dude took a whole lot more of shitload among the junkees during his stint and he managed to convert his military licence to a civilian one. now that's what you call a "lelaki berwawasan". since mindful &amp; forward thinking individuals like him are constantly busy, he'll be occupied with tight schedules involving sleep and playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2123227261167116640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2123227261167116640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2123227261167116640' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6778767747787276363</id><published>2008-08-24T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:14:26.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twoback in 96 there was this small music store at bukit gombak near the wet market which i frequented. there i was that day with my savings of what was only a few dollars and cents. it was then i purchased a cassette tape aptly titled '1977'. cost was $7.90 then but 12 years and a few spots of fungus on the tape later, i wouldn't have dreamed of watching Ash live. dammit, they have got to play A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6778767747787276363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6778767747787276363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6778767747787276363' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4304290312613875567</id><published>2008-08-06T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:18:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ad the only bands you've never heard of but has made waves in various magazines and popular websites. for an experience or a gig of a lifetime, do contact us to electroduce your events. we do kuda kepang performances too except during weekends. our debut album's due after fasting month and has 47 songs in 3 cds. selagi stok masih ada. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4304290312613875567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4304290312613875567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4304290312613875567' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-9004357842411429003</id><published>2008-07-27T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:22:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight Fridays  hairspray + electric canvas + indie dj set + van she. got to love the beatnik picnic venue with it's pyramid like stage structure and teepee tents modelled a bit like glastonbury. with mud too.  dj hong spinning chemical brothers, ting tings, digitalism and a lot more heart thumping tunes throughout the night. was particularly excited when he played Black Kids. the singer sounds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/9004357842411429003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/9004357842411429003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9004357842411429003' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3161014860873568470</id><published>2008-06-30T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:12:55.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vintagecirca 1984. guess our similar taste goes way back to baby walking stroller days. baby pics of my ma'am are so cute you could just eat up the pictures. she's seen here smiling possibly after a bath with neatly combed hair while i was trying to perfect the "out-of-bed" look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3161014860873568470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3161014860873568470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3161014860873568470' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7099425570970550690</id><published>2008-06-27T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:46:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Promiseback in poly year 1 me &amp; my kaki lawak friend nasser discussed how death cab would never drop by singapore. 6 years later and as of 10.04am just now, dreams do come true. with the ma'am who ardently listens to the band too, i wouldn't have asked for anything more. my mum will definitely flip seeing the ticket price but i'm sure she'll do the same as me if hetty koes endang had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7099425570970550690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7099425570970550690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7099425570970550690' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1560815288350068622</id><published>2008-05-28T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:07:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tale Of Tworemember the kid who asked me what "concept" i was be it emo or rnb? turns out he listens to death cab, bloc party, arctic monkeys just to name a few. we're talking now after his disbelief i wore a death cab tee to work and he said "eh your hair emo how come listen to death cab?" ok i get the drift. but if a particular person whose going to be of great importance for the future says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1560815288350068622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1560815288350068622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1560815288350068622' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3813097385964207619</id><published>2008-05-26T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:40:19.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caves &amp; Ghetto Stingraysfun &amp; exhilirating trip to KL last week with the boys and the ma'am but marred by corrupt bus ticket peddlers who demanded sky rocket prices. RM55 bus ride to KL? c'mon, that price could get you as far to terengganu. but the KLCC skybridge tour, the 5 hour time span in Redbox karaoke (where to get to karaoke Morrissey's songs while gorging on buffet food you tell me?), the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3813097385964207619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3813097385964207619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3813097385964207619' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-463973425432693559</id><published>2008-05-16T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:43:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chill Pillbeing in the workforce, finally you feel the stress and fatigue of everyday mundane work facing you each day and you long for a getaway of any sort. thus, 7 of us will be embarking to KL tonight and this time, with the spirit of Indiana Jones around the corner, we've decided to climb the 272 steps of Batu Caves on sunday. plus 6 hours of karaoke + buffet package and visiting the indie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/463973425432693559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/463973425432693559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#463973425432693559' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3213206807344733656</id><published>2008-04-30T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:46:09.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool Factorworking with students in poly acts as a reality check on where you stand in the school crowd. while doing a lab experiment, a particular student tried to strike a friendly conversation with me. he asked,"eh bro, you emo or RnB?"when i smiled and told him neither, he gave me "the" look. he's yet to talk to me ever since. i'm so uncool it actually hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' 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vote for them if they're running for parliament in the future right? these two pics are taken 6 years ago. countless hairdo's since then, cuma perangai je tak ubah ubah. hahahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2162949782836555373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2162949782836555373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2162949782836555373' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7350535708118524128</id><published>2008-03-20T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:27:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clouds &amp; Deersthe ma'am did this for me. if you can't read the fine print, it saysdatuk k contemplates : "nak misai ker tak eh?"well well, perhaps it's her own little hint for me to grow one ala rosyam nor. and you know what they say about guys with misai's...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7350535708118524128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7350535708118524128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7350535708118524128' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1716892503040222109</id><published>2008-03-19T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:44:21.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take Thatit's really paiseh when sometimes you feel like slapping yourself for things you've said before. telling friends...- if i had a partner who lives in the east, i can't see myself sending her home.- the guy's a sad case if he's seen holding a flower waiting for his partner.- i feel sorry for guys who steps into ladies shoes/handbag/clothing stores trying to find a gift.of which i've got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1716892503040222109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1716892503040222109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1716892503040222109' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4441410469485262921</id><published>2008-03-07T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:52:08.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Coursethe ma'am passed me the link below. she knows i'm passionate in things like these.http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=15717</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4441410469485262921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4441410469485262921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4441410469485262921' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7988998029583631119</id><published>2008-02-05T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:15:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feelshame on couples who tend to say "oh i don't think i wanna meet him/her today just so that he/she will miss me more." if ever your partner has alzheimer's disease, by then i'm sure you'll take back your words. this movie taught me something, every moment with someone you love is priceless. it's really simple &amp; foolproof. unless those fools are the ones i stated in my opening first line.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7988998029583631119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7988998029583631119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7988998029583631119' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3369528121949161972</id><published>2008-01-22T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:47:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testamentwaiting for O level results. waiting for traffic police test. waiting for job interview.all these are nothing compared to meeting your partner's parents and being in the same car on the way home from johor. i'm still recovering from shock.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3369528121949161972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3369528121949161972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3369528121949161972' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8499279228452198248</id><published>2008-01-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:35:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's Got The Whole World In His Handsthe only guy i know who proudly claims that fiona xie, andrea fonseka &amp; emily haines are all living with him. in his bedroom may i add. some things just don't change. kena tamparan wanita baru tau. yesterday he got saboh-ed real well. hey hey you you kapper. happy 23rd james 'roo' brown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8499279228452198248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8499279228452198248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8499279228452198248' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7283616281672854677</id><published>2008-01-11T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:24:26.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unoshe said yes exactly a year ago. my idealistic future. i love you nuraini.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7283616281672854677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7283616281672854677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7283616281672854677' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4486603920331191968</id><published>2007-12-31T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:34:55.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Sevenyear in year out we're faced with predominant challenges each time. with that said, some were happy moments cherished forever and some just meant to be forgotten. personally, this year has been steadfast accompanied by wonderful memories. thanks to the close friends who made it all happen. but this year is a bit different to measure happiness on my part. and the answer is from a girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4486603920331191968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4486603920331191968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4486603920331191968' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8772960940620773000</id><published>2007-12-28T09:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:23:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8772960940620773000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8772960940620773000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8772960940620773000' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3588567068000452590</id><published>2007-12-19T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:12:01.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ifi'd be in berita harian's Al-Fatihah's page today no doubt. the cab i was in last nite nearly crashed into a road divider. cab driver fell asleep on the wheel, twice. but it's ok, i told her i love her so much before i went back home. i'd die happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3588567068000452590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3588567068000452590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3588567068000452590' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1936539584081082760</id><published>2007-12-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:00:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JialatIt's times like these you feel so blessed to be living in Singapore. These 2 bands coming in March will help you forget the upcoming taxi fare hike &amp; make you fidget violently in your seats.Broken Social Scene, please play Fire Eye'd Boy and Lover's Spit. and if it's not asking too much, please bring Feist along too.The Bird &amp; The Bee, please play I Hate Camera.hope to gather enough people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1936539584081082760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1936539584081082760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1936539584081082760' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4734365905896151467</id><published>2007-11-05T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:26:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final InstallmentRaya outings ended yesterday with a trip to Mat Karaoke Instant Phenomenon's, Phey &amp; Mimi's and also a "i'm actually damn nervous" visit to the Ma'ams. and instead of duit raya, she gave me the blade of a fan to repair for her. i ain't scoring points mind you. cis.Sarah's such a doll and she laughed at the precise moment. perfect.the only reason i wore black. even when the baju </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4734365905896151467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4734365905896151467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4734365905896151467' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-225619499694217748</id><published>2007-10-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:03:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Greenieslittle was known that i had a wardrobe malfunction last sunday. the lowest button of the baju kurung came off while i was in a hurry to put it on. and i gave up wearing the samping as i can't fold it for nuts by myself. nonetheless, it's really nice catching up with the boys in green who got their hands greasy and sweat it out along with me throughout the entirety in jurong camp. some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/225619499694217748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/225619499694217748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#225619499694217748' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3277890880724368061</id><published>2007-10-19T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:43:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Ain't Heavy. He's My Friend Yang Tengah Stress.you know you're onto big things in life if you're featured on youtube. much less being seen with over the top feet tapping &amp; finger pointing. not forgetting the gelek paksa. this is as real as it gets. performers with class needn't sing in front of the screen. they sing by the side and slowly shys into a corner. thank you god for letting the video</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3277890880724368061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3277890880724368061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3277890880724368061' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4225378891176510239</id><published>2007-10-19T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:36:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4225378891176510239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4225378891176510239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4225378891176510239' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2983979082015016257</id><published>2007-10-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:41:03.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise Enterpriseeating at ayam bakar ojolali will never be the same again. i've never had a planned birthday surprise ever &amp; to those 7 wonderful people there last nite, i thank you. to the ma'am, i love you. for everything.to think i made the teacher mad upon arrival and was expecting her to turn into a ninja. the other one finally bought her baju kurung after lamenting between 2 colours. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2983979082015016257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2983979082015016257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2983979082015016257' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2261343238169789318</id><published>2007-07-30T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:18:42.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"how come you don't like tempeh? i tempeh-leng you then you know."utter genius. i love my ma'am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2261343238169789318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2261343238169789318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2261343238169789318' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5847368044761909925</id><published>2007-07-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:08:56.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're Back28th july at *scape. this time with girls tops &amp; accessories on sale. see you boys &amp; girls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5847368044761909925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5847368044761909925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5847368044761909925' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-1832775311810815405</id><published>2007-06-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:07:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Honourlooking fine as always this ma'am of mine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1832775311810815405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/1832775311810815405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1832775311810815405' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5336387789884029415</id><published>2007-06-23T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:21:24.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this fair lady of mine will be dressed in her graduation robe &amp; mortarboard at NUSCC as i'm writing this entry. attaining a degree is no mean feat &amp; achieving upper second class honours for her hard work is something to be proud of. surely her parents would be ecstatic. if i were to obtain a degree, my parents too would be so overjoyed that they might just buy me a ticket to Cancun for a holiday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5336387789884029415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5336387789884029415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5336387789884029415' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6814357336386172318</id><published>2007-06-18T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:53:26.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walking hand in hand along the flooded streets of Kuala Lumpur in the pouring rain with our shoes getting soaked while having a laugh. now that's love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6814357336386172318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6814357336386172318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6814357336386172318' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5140128797853255977</id><published>2007-06-08T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:07:08.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5140128797853255977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5140128797853255977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5140128797853255977' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-340693607878728674</id><published>2007-06-08T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:33:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Limited National Day Tickets? Big Deal.1st August</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/340693607878728674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/340693607878728674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#340693607878728674' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6474112292295671518</id><published>2007-06-08T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:41:45.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Green. Hello Pink.2 years ago at this very day only god knows how emotional it was separating with my parents to an island east of the mainland. keeping a straight face seems like the first macho trait to show but as night time approached, i couldn't help but miss my mum's routine hug before i sleep. worse still, i managed to sleep only at 5am &amp; woke up 15 minutes later to fall in for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6474112292295671518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6474112292295671518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6474112292295671518' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5750399395955678069</id><published>2007-05-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:55:05.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lau Shi Zao Antomorrow's a big day for this boy or shall i say "man". for an interview is in place for him to mould the future of the nation. would reckon he'd make a cool english teacher who has a bout of lemah semangat. pretty sure he'd ace the interview for he's our resident charming man who does have a stitch to wear. so proud of you mate! now don't go &amp; teach little kids about muffins &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5750399395955678069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5750399395955678069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5750399395955678069' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-4944207630185710423</id><published>2007-05-15T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:21:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4944207630185710423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/4944207630185710423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4944207630185710423' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7549880447189463378</id><published>2007-05-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:21:15.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girlish Antics Of A Boylast nite was truely magical. all the songs me &amp; the ma'am anticipated were sung &amp; what a way to end the set with In A Manner Of Speaking. ultra splendid stage presence &amp; the band made an effort to reach out to the crowd. the moment melanie mentioned something about a hooligan, i've no idea what hit me but i just started screaming like a schoolgirl high on designer drugs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7549880447189463378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7549880447189463378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7549880447189463378' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5077405339300284222</id><published>2007-05-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:24:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$12 Is All That's Leftwith that amount in your wallet, choose for yourself:2 sets of burger king meals12 old chang kee curry puffs36 types of kuih from the usual 3 for $1 gerai makcika plain topman tee (somewhere around that price)4 sets of nasi ayam at air conditioned food courts12 tries of the UFO soft toy catching machinea new top up card for your mobile phonea 4D ticket of preferable number </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5077405339300284222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5077405339300284222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5077405339300284222' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-3863697021489114245</id><published>2007-05-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:00:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When You Were Youngcertainly every childhood is filled with endless hours playing with toys. a visit to the Mint Musuem Of Toys enchants you with the splendid toy collection dated even as early in the 1900's. and some you might recognize from your own childhood days and would make you go "ooohhhh" &amp; "ahhhhh". only $10 and 5 storeys to boast, give this place a try. thrash those typical movie dates</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3863697021489114245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/3863697021489114245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3863697021489114245' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-2550844624311457202</id><published>2007-04-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:42:57.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Economics Intellectwith the end of national slavery coming to an end (1 more month beb ahem ahem), it's an occurring thought everyday what's the next move for the future. study? work? horse racing bookie? the list goes on &amp; on. having simple chats with friends who have done their time, it seems like our carefree days are over. it's crunch time now. earning money is the only means of survival no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2550844624311457202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/2550844624311457202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2550844624311457202' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5978060277958603830</id><published>2007-04-20T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:36:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insanity Ensuesit's not even half of the year gone and major acts are already flooding our shores. Yo La Tengo, The Album Leaf, Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra, The Rapture, news of The Cure on 1st august and now.....NOUVELLE VAGUE!!!12th May @ Zouk. please play Sweet &amp; Tender Hooligan. please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5978060277958603830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5978060277958603830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5978060277958603830' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-785975863890545827</id><published>2007-04-18T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:39:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impulse Angstat times it gets pretty endearing to conform to other people's needs. when you plan on doing something and really put your mind to it, people might just have that nonchalant attitude and not even a thank you is uttered for the hardwork. lead and the rest will follow they say. thank god with all my heart i have someone to keep me sane. her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/785975863890545827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/785975863890545827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#785975863890545827' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-6037161523810567725</id><published>2007-04-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:46:34.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PrincessDec 06:chanced upon a pair of light green slippers while hanging out with a friend to do some scouting for vintage junk. apparently that pair of slippers bore the name Julius as it's main design. and instantly my mind thought of a friend who owns a cat with a shorter namesake called Jules. "should i get this for her?" the mind asked. seeming like an awkward item to present to someone i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6037161523810567725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/6037161523810567725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6037161523810567725' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-7315446278284596807</id><published>2007-03-29T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:45:33.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drop by NAFA's degree show when you have the time up till this sunday alright. a feast for the eyes with all the creative &amp; original visual works by the degree students &amp; there's free stickers to go around. the exhibition will definitely get you thinking about what the students are trying to imply with their works. share your views with the exhibitors &amp; i'm sure you'll have a constructive chat at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7315446278284596807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/7315446278284596807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7315446278284596807' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8638441602696678748</id><published>2007-03-24T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:08:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8638441602696678748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8638441602696678748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8638441602696678748' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8877239101056837623</id><published>2007-03-13T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:21:17.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The One With The 3 Separate Entriesthe youngest vintage junkee turned 21 last saturday &amp; a gastronomic treat was in place. but weirdly it was the birthday boy who treated us with the 30+ sticks of satay. and how could we leave the boy with the trademark cheeky "peace sign" pose go home empty handed right. so we got him Yo La Tengo's double cd album thinking he would fit in nicely for the gig </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8877239101056837623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8877239101056837623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8877239101056837623' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8981744300114099224</id><published>2007-03-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:24:56.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before: i used to tell my friends how "kental" they were when they suddenly turn to silent mode back in camp due to missing their significant others. and get teased all out by yours truly when they carelessly forget to clear the mushy text messages sent on their handphone when it's left facing up on the table and for all to see.now: i don't bother when i'm the one being teased now. lesson learnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8981744300114099224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8981744300114099224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8981744300114099224' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-5592734798275747877</id><published>2007-02-21T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:06:26.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fine Line Between Understanding &amp; Trying To Understandgoodvibrations was a hot &amp; sweaty affair. with body odour of strangers piercing through your nostrils might just land you in ICU. thank god the music &amp; atmosphere was great. even though segments of it i was caught stoned as i've no idea how to move to the sounds of hip-hop. the only thing i could do is of course, swing my hands back &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5592734798275747877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/5592734798275747877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5592734798275747877' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-8053640396516453888</id><published>2007-02-13T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:26:45.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've Got MailCongratulations! You have won a pair of tickets for the Good Vibrations Festival 2007 this Monday on the 19th February, 4pm at Fort Canning Park.thing is, the only 2 people who're usually by default i intend to go with when it comes to gigs aren't available. the ma'am is over in KL &amp; the closet mat hiphop turned retro is on guard duty. such unforgiving circumstances aye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8053640396516453888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/8053640396516453888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8053640396516453888' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117108547075572886</id><published>2007-02-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:34:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is a feeling in me that i can't deny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108547075572886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108547075572886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117108547075572886' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117108541077434720</id><published>2007-02-10T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:03:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will go berserk if Beat! or Hang The DJ plays this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108541077434720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108541077434720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117108541077434720' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117108526122215590</id><published>2007-02-10T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:30:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>genius of a song. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108526122215590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117108526122215590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117108526122215590' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117076595126438425</id><published>2007-02-06T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:52:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Years &amp; The Reality Checka former secondary school dude classmate of mine is getting hitched this saturday. i'm so happy for him. such a soft spoken &amp; nice chap who never fails to "lobang" me during soccer matches right after school hours back then. the days where we'd play soccer till late &amp; told our parents we had remedial classes. and of course the usual sunday morning meet-up at the street</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117076595126438425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117076595126438425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117076595126438425' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117056642912350629</id><published>2007-02-04T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:21:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forget romeo &amp; juliet. this has got to be the best love story. period. the only movie that can make me weep. well nearly. i said nearly. *defends he-man persona*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117056642912350629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117056642912350629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117056642912350629' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-117007736963945979</id><published>2007-01-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:29:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Little Corner Of The Worldfor there is only absolute happiness whenever i'm with you. those three words i've saved so far, thank god i saved it on you.you used to be a strangernow you are mine-New Order</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117007736963945979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/117007736963945979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117007736963945979' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-116955868888223133</id><published>2007-01-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:29:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Basement Jaxx - Hush Boyhighly addictive. put on your dancing shoes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116955868888223133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116955868888223133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116955868888223133' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-116934428981993661</id><published>2007-01-21T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:51:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up The Japs &amp; Americansmy american cousin, Shariff, bravely went down alone to Japan &amp; met up with Asriah &amp; Melissa for a short break. looking damn tall as usual and his dreadlocks are shed. would be super cool if all the foreign cousins came down to Singapore and hanged out together. going to Poptart or something. or perhaps Mustafa Centre.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116934428981993661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116934428981993661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116934428981993661' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-116867091916502567</id><published>2007-01-13T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:51:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ultra surreal feeling knowing this band would be coming down to our shores come 17th march. and it's not your typical ska mind you. got front row seats for this one and i'll bet it's gonna be a fun night. plus Yo La Tengo too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116867091916502567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116867091916502567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116867091916502567' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691888.post-116834942679040291</id><published>2007-01-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:30:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after weeks of speculation, it's finally confirmed. Yo La Tengo! hope i won't tear up if they play My Little Corner Of The World. like someone said, "not man like that". see you folks @ esplanade's concert hall in 2 months time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116834942679040291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691888/posts/default/116834942679040291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiling-laughing-yet-dying.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116834942679040291' title=''/><author><name>Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04331987286244687629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
