<?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-5981166835821581864</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale that leads no where</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-2251709775743731756</id><published>2009-03-30T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:12:58.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the bright side</title><content type='html'>There are past, and there are present. &lt;br /&gt;Memories, some are great, some aren't .&lt;br /&gt;Get over things, it might sound easy, but its not.&lt;br /&gt;After all, you still have to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;It can never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;complicated much ? hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i have this girl asking me "which sec are you in?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAROFL. im so over sec school. :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i still don't loom old enough, damnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-2251709775743731756?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2251709775743731756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=2251709775743731756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/2251709775743731756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/2251709775743731756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-at-bright-side.html' title='Looking at the bright side'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-383995836906794981</id><published>2009-03-28T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:24:59.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISERY SIGNALS</title><content type='html'>MISERY SIGNALS WAS FUCKING GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE BEST SHOW EVER.&lt;br /&gt;First of all. grace is gone and for better ending did a great job opening the act for misery signals.&lt;br /&gt;When MS took the stage, fuck. Everything goes crazy, Caracal, West grand boulevard,A Vacant Affair were all there.&lt;br /&gt;The show was tight, I couldn't help myself in the mosh pit.&lt;br /&gt;It was so good i dont know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But fuck the mosher, they can't do 2 step hardcore dance. All they do is like crap, crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;Theres only a few qualified mosher.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, someone ripped my earring off, ahahahahahaahaahaa .shiok.&lt;br /&gt;A girl was sweet in the crowd and she smiled at me. k done&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-383995836906794981?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/383995836906794981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=383995836906794981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/383995836906794981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/383995836906794981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2009/03/misery-signals.html' title='MISERY SIGNALS'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-3908370742806418497</id><published>2009-03-23T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:46:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER 21st 2012, Doomsday</title><content type='html'>Heres something really cool. the ancient people or the orcales, however you call it or spell it, they believe that on december 21st 2012, something really bad is going to happen to this world, like maybe the meteor struck or a planet crush into our earth. And we are all going to die.&lt;br /&gt;And i find it really cool if its true, because my birthday is on december 21st, and in the year 2012, i will be turning 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;and it all sort of rhymes. 12/21/2012 12/21 21. well most probably its a fiction, but i just wanted to share this. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;random much.&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-3908370742806418497?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3908370742806418497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=3908370742806418497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/3908370742806418497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/3908370742806418497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2009/03/december-21st-2012-doomsday.html' title='DECEMBER 21st 2012, Doomsday'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-5146997804378847236</id><published>2009-03-21T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:21:55.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazier</title><content type='html'>Im getting lazy-ire i realised, lol.&lt;br /&gt;its like i want to blog but i don't want to blog, lazy for it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah , i've got videos and photos to upload and put it here but im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;my week was okay , went out and stuff, nothing much to say. i will upload those pictures when im not lazy . stay tune people. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-5146997804378847236?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5146997804378847236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=5146997804378847236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5146997804378847236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5146997804378847236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazier.html' title='Lazier'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-7298599312360234504</id><published>2009-03-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:00:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new</title><content type='html'>Actually i  wanted to make a new blog but i think getting back the old one is better so whatever, i just changed the layout, its ugly but i don care.&lt;br /&gt;I kept the old entries, which are memorable ,and deleted the "non" memorable ones.&lt;br /&gt; im so damn lazy to go look for a new layout. spent like 4 hrs editing this blog, -__-&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this is so called a "new" blog, so no haters or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Do not tag as annonymos, cause its very stupid, how do you expect me to reply to you when i don even know who the fuck you are.&lt;br /&gt;So much for those, i wanna get some rest, have to attend a gig later.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-7298599312360234504?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7298599312360234504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=7298599312360234504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/7298599312360234504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/7298599312360234504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2009/03/brand-new.html' title='Brand new'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-6084559810527139369</id><published>2008-11-10T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:33:32.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a test today, didn't study at all cause i dont have my book.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't answer any of the question all which mean im pretty much going to fail. Definately, nothing much happen today. I went home after the test and have a nap, cause i was freaking tired, didn't sleep the night before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going out soon, and sorry my blog is pretty much dead. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing went right, perhaps what you want is good for both of us. But im sorry things had to end this way. really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-6084559810527139369?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6084559810527139369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=6084559810527139369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/6084559810527139369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/6084559810527139369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-left.html' title='nothing left'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-2003231788394306429</id><published>2008-10-11T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:19:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mosh party 2</title><content type='html'>So yeah , yesteday i went to the mosh party 2 at bugis. Am actually goint with like 8 of my friends but they all back out last min. so in the end i went with 4 friends.&lt;br /&gt;Met mathilde at bugis then head for the gig. then gig didn't fill up with people but it was awesome. the bands, the mosh, the sweat.&lt;br /&gt;I got a busted lips with swolled right elbow and a big bruise on my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;well it was fun after all, forbetterendings was great as before.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;it was over,but ,  the feeling i didn't expect somehow is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-2003231788394306429?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2003231788394306429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=2003231788394306429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/2003231788394306429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/2003231788394306429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/10/mosh-party-2.html' title='The mosh party 2'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-1189041136884893865</id><published>2008-10-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:03:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raya</title><content type='html'>So YEAH. its the jalan raya day ! Didn't slept for the whole night before just cause i didn't want to wake up late, and that was a really bad decision in the end. because i am dead tired&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i and fathu met up at RC with the rest. then head off to faris's house. his house is so damn nice :D&lt;br /&gt;It is neat and it feels very warm. and then we head off to rasis place and followed by fathu's place. had fun talking talking, Whatever whatever&lt;br /&gt;then go to nadiah's place, hilmi's place,acap's place and the ain's place.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day but after all, i did had alot of fun :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-1189041136884893865?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1189041136884893865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=1189041136884893865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/1189041136884893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/1189041136884893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalan-raya.html' title='jalan raya'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-5741576436110796357</id><published>2008-10-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:07:10.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mathilde</title><content type='html'>Heres something mathilde wrote, which i find it so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two strangers met on their usual path and started talking;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends started flirting and silently, they both fell for each other;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers started making each other a priority;&lt;br /&gt;But as time passed;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipated, flaming conversations turned into friendly chat;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly chats turned into a short exchange of words;&lt;br /&gt;The short exchange of words turned into nonexistence;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly they&lt;br /&gt;were both strangers again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-5741576436110796357?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5741576436110796357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=5741576436110796357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5741576436110796357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5741576436110796357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/10/mathilde.html' title='mathilde'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-4187558500397934615</id><published>2008-09-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:42:39.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday FANA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY FANA !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went to bugis to meet Sodiq,Huda,Danial and Hasween . They were waiting for the time to break fast, then Ikah and Hamdani came along. They ordered 4 Murtabak, or whatever you call that.Actually, more people are expected to be there so we can finish up the food, but some of them couldn't make it. So Danial say"don worry about the food,i'm abg macho" haha. and we all laughed so loud. So had a little chat here and there. then huda started wrapping a very nice birthday gift for Fana, a toy aeroplane which cause idk how much. haha&lt;br /&gt;Then soon after we went to the Shisha place and started blowing balloons while waiting for fana and farhan to arrive. Meanwhile, Danial was trying to pass something to someone, so he lean over the table, putting one of his hand on the table, and then TADAAA. the table can't hold on to the force, and all the water spilled on the carpet, and on my jeans as well. Danial's expression was damn funny, it was like *blur face, plus, wanna cry*&lt;br /&gt;haha .and we sort of like " its alright danial, its okay" and he kept apologising. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So farhan FANA finally reached, we went over waiting for her arrival, and gave her a little surprise while she was on the way up the stairs. I can see tears in her eyes somehow tho , maybe she's very touched :]&lt;br /&gt;Fitriya reached the place awhile later.&lt;br /&gt;so we sat her down, sing the song, let her blow the candles, and took photos . After which, we sat together, and watch her open every present she received.&lt;br /&gt;It was funnn.&lt;br /&gt;After shisha, went outside the place and burst all the ballons. (I didn't know farhan is afraid of ballons xD) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Then after that walk walk along the road to some coffeee shop cause farhan wanna eat. while walking, Huda saw this deserted place and wanted to take pictures, its abit creepy , so i came from behind her and gave her a shock and she was screaming like*AHHHHHH*in a sharp tone(haha. huda huda, see, i really posted this one :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikah left shortly after that, so finally came to this coffee shop, and farhan sat down, i didn't eat so i walk around and saw this dark alley, so i figured it would be so nice to have photos taken here. and in the end, it really turns out great :]&lt;br /&gt;Went home after which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" 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Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-685945663873538034</id><published>2008-09-13T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:53:47.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>A gentle word like a spark of light,&lt;br /&gt;Illuminates my soul&lt;br /&gt;And as each sound goes deeper,&lt;br /&gt;It's YOU that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you each morning&lt;br /&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;br /&gt;Never have I fallen&lt;br /&gt;But I am quickly on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You hold a heart in your hands&lt;br /&gt;That has never before been given away.&lt;br /&gt;It is not me,  but the one you loved&lt;br /&gt;And for that, i wish you happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Random poem. today is boring.  bye. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-685945663873538034?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/685945663873538034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=685945663873538034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/685945663873538034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/685945663873538034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-8463289915658560849</id><published>2008-09-11T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:12:20.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4,5</title><content type='html'>9.16am. good morning people. i just woke up, didn't attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday is so much for the "agogo" day by huda, and i actually believe her that it was agogo day. but in the end she was like "oh, you really believe?*sarcastic laugh* " dammit ?&lt;br /&gt;haha, so yeah. woke up at 7am yesterday, and zane texted "hey, you got extra tie?"&lt;br /&gt;Davin,"tie? for what ?"&lt;br /&gt;Zane,"Today beg test need to dress as business people"&lt;br /&gt;Davin, " OMG, i didn't know that!"&lt;br /&gt;haha .so after bath and all, i took something that is appropriate and head to school.&lt;br /&gt;everyone look so smart in those office suits or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of pictures taken, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;After BEG, there was POA test. The test was easy, didn't expected it so yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/DSC01808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/DSC01810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/DSC01819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUDA MONSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PHOT0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/PHOT0577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PHOT0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/PHOT0579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKAH ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo576-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/Photo576-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-8463289915658560849?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8463289915658560849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=8463289915658560849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/8463289915658560849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/8463289915658560849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/09/12345.html' title='1,2,3,4,5'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-3693263705755116140</id><published>2008-09-05T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:57:29.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FBE EP</title><content type='html'>Today i went to FBE(For better endings) EP launch. Met Fariq and Fathu at Small mac, then waited for Kid and Rasis to come. meantime talk2 then suddenly my lip ring's ball dropped. haha ,sway. looked all over the place for the ball, couldn't find so i went to xcraft to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;After that we met rasis and kid and head to summerset. Bought the tickets at scape and went to long john makan2. as they are eating, breakfast, im not hungry so i didn't eat. after which received text from travis , he wants to join us. soon after head to scape and the gig starts :D&lt;br /&gt;Was awesome, moshing and all.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this band call "Little girl terrorist". LOL . they are so funny esp the lead singer. he's like being possess by a ghost,bare foot. halfway thru the song,he went to the laptop and while clicking or typing some shit. he like shake shake his head and smilling to himself. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;We all mocked him after that, so funny&lt;br /&gt;and we kept mocking him throughout the journey home. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;FBE,Ebonys call,Vermillion and trella was very good tho. their performance kicks ass .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERMILLION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR BETTER ENDINGS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j112/Davin_02/IMG_3450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" 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in singapore for the rest of her life(She's french)&lt;br /&gt;DAVIN: haha .serious? then i will be at your wedding!&lt;br /&gt;DAVIN: watching you have a family and babies&lt;br /&gt;MATHILDE: Watch me have babies?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;DAVIN: omg that sounds wrong. haha&lt;br /&gt;MATHILDE: yeah it does sounds wrong ! but you can marry me then we will have babies&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Davin: haha jyeah . i hope they have blue eyes like their mom&lt;br /&gt;Mathilde: aww, i hope they are as good looking as their dad. and we will send them to taekwando and learn muay thai !&lt;br /&gt;Davin: but i don't want them to fight, i want them to be who they want to be&lt;br /&gt;Mathilde: aw well thats true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, just another conversation with her after so long :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-6389336065770442544?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-3432381482885150760</id><published>2008-08-30T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:26:42.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baybeatss</title><content type='html'>First of all sorry for not posting for the last few days&lt;br /&gt;as nothing much happened and i didn't have much time to come online&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just came bck from an outing with ikah's friend and my friends&lt;br /&gt;we met at 5 at bugis and went to shisha ,it was actually kinda awkward at first cause my friends weren't talking that much with ikah's friend. but as time goes, my friends started to talk so yeah. Went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to baybeats but unfortunately electrico was already playing their last song of the night. so it was rather boring from then on. the last band was this band from US called joy electric. and since there was not much people. We went in the front of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;And then Standard, minah dancing dancing. blah blah. then after which we went home (:&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice outing tho.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FRIENDS and Ikah's friends ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Happy 14th birthday Marissa(30th august) . I hope you do well in everything you do. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-3432381482885150760?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3432381482885150760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=3432381482885150760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/3432381482885150760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/3432381482885150760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/08/baybeatss.html' title='Baybeatss'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-389518847917965772</id><published>2008-08-24T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:18:22.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Its 5.15am on a monday morning. I am not asleep yet as class start at 9am later on&lt;br /&gt;Currently at my sister's 21st birthday chalet. it was really awesome, had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;All are asleep now except for me, haha. so you know why i posted this blog ? cause im freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;k i guess im going to have a nap now. Good morning people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-389518847917965772?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/389518847917965772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=389518847917965772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/389518847917965772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/389518847917965772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/08/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5981166835821581864.post-5942446243287321294</id><published>2008-08-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:42:51.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newwww</title><content type='html'>Just Created this blog after quite some time now. Its been like a year since i last blog. so yeah =]&lt;br /&gt;Read and tag please, Cheers&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5981166835821581864-5942446243287321294?l=the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5942446243287321294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5981166835821581864&amp;postID=5942446243287321294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5942446243287321294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5981166835821581864/posts/default/5942446243287321294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-perfect-scene.blogspot.com/2008/08/newwww.html' title='Newwww'/><author><name>Ending Without Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388576802033117417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
