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Yeah. I think I'm gonna stop here.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/19608690741669547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=19608690741669547" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/19608690741669547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/19608690741669547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/6Q1FUeUCvyA/lets-write-something.html" title="let's write something" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-write-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQAQ347cSp7ImA9WxdWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-196619059582608910</id><published>2008-07-04T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:52:22.009+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T09:52:22.009+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><title>Yellow Car Talks Shit</title><summary>When I'm high and deprived of sleep, I would go make dumb meaningless videos like this one. Hahaha... Few seconds of dumb shit.     Download videop/s:in the video I wrote the list of software wrongly. They are supposed to be:Audacity, MediaCoder, MonkeyJam, Paint, Psycle and Wax.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/196619059582608910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=196619059582608910" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/196619059582608910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/196619059582608910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/9ZcessTTzWU/yellow-car-talks-shit.html" title="Yellow Car Talks Shit" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellow-car-talks-shit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNR344cSp7ImA9WxdWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-3876269256196087653</id><published>2008-07-04T07:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:21:36.039+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T07:21:36.039+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>The Relationship of Coffee Consumption With Mortality</title><summary>That is the title of the report by E. Lopez-Garcia, R.M. van Dam, T.Y. Li, F. Rodriguez-Artalejo, and F.B. Hu in the 17 June 2008 issue of Annals of Internal Medicine. (haha, yes my ignorant mind is laughing too... annals... hHHAHHAHAH!!! you just GOT to put that S after the 'annal')How much coffee do I consume everyday?Minimum 5 cups, usually up to 10 cups. My main source of water is from that </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3876269256196087653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=3876269256196087653" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3876269256196087653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3876269256196087653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/xGijc1fdC1E/relationship-of-coffee-consumption-with.html" title="The Relationship of Coffee Consumption With Mortality" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/07/relationship-of-coffee-consumption-with.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQHk7fyp7ImA9WxdWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-3025639576356276051</id><published>2008-07-03T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:52:51.707+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T21:52:51.707+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><title>Crabs</title><summary>I like eating crabs because before they are cooked, they are still alive. ;)     </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3025639576356276051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=3025639576356276051" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3025639576356276051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3025639576356276051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/bNQHfQqqjOQ/crabs.html" title="Crabs" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/07/crabs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQ3w8eip7ImA9WxdWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-7118545017617549147</id><published>2008-07-03T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:13:22.272+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T14:13:22.272+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid" /><title>Fucking</title><summary>Haha, ok ok. This might not even be new to some of you guys, but I'm sure that this would be very interesting to know."Fucking" is a name of a small town in Austria!!! Holy shit! Hahahhaha! I was browsing through webnews.de and saw a link with the word "fucking östereich" on it. Usually, if you're browsing the internet and click a link with a the word "fucking" on it, it would usually lead you to</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7118545017617549147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=7118545017617549147" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/7118545017617549147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/7118545017617549147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/Al5TgnuhnMQ/fucking.html" title="Fucking" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FQXk6fCp7ImA9WxdWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-6431047833813377000</id><published>2008-07-03T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:26:50.714+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T13:26:50.714+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Moral Principle</title><summary>Haha... OK ok... I might not be the best person to consult with about moral principle but I would still like to think that I do have moral principles. And just now I received this rather interesting e-mail from my uncle. The "forward-forward-forward" type of e-mails. Usually, I would just hit delete with a feeling of slight annoyance. Hahaha... Pak Lang, if you're reading this, no offense eh? </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6431047833813377000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=6431047833813377000" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6431047833813377000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6431047833813377000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/MeSD65cKG2Y/moral-principle.html" title="Moral Principle" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/07/moral-principle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMASXw8cCp7ImA9WxdXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-4814125366595971452</id><published>2008-06-29T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:30:48.278+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T23:30:48.278+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><title>This is Jing Hong</title><summary>This is Jing Hong.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4814125366595971452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=4814125366595971452" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4814125366595971452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4814125366595971452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/Js2Eeh1n7Ew/this-is-jing-hong.html" title="This is Jing Hong" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEsVvm4x2qg/SGeqRZttdEI/AAAAAAAABLY/tgTLXcqydrk/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+17.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-jing-hong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECR3s-fip7ImA9WxdXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-3185963034132732524</id><published>2008-06-25T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:01:06.556+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-25T14:01:06.556+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><title>those things with wings</title><summary>Have you ever go like "Wow...that is cool"After eating lunch with my parents, the mother told me not to disturb the nest on her plant. I saw the bird flew away and thought, hey, let's have a closer look.And check out what I saw:Hahahaha! There were chicks in it! Holy shit! They are like worms. Cool.New:Pictures taken by my dad</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3185963034132732524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=3185963034132732524" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3185963034132732524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3185963034132732524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/rownfFs7SXc/those-things-with-wings.html" title="those things with wings" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/06/those-things-with-wings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQn09fyp7ImA9WxdSFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-4058842522152871038</id><published>2008-05-22T13:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:26:53.367+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-22T13:26:53.367+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Top or bottom??</title><summary>As I live through yet another second of my life, I sometime encounter occurrence which just simply raise a big question mark. For an example, this morning I found a traffic cone in the living room of my hostel. What the fuck right? I think it's my roommate Billy who according Jing Hong,is "the one with stuff fantasies". Plausible.And when I thought things can not get any more random than having a</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4058842522152871038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=4058842522152871038" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4058842522152871038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4058842522152871038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/hn50RodeebI/top-of-bottom.html" title="Top or bottom??" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEsVvm4x2qg/SDUAEEolG9I/AAAAAAAABDs/TuZVeLhc5oI/s72-c/1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-of-bottom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBR3c9eip7ImA9WxdSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-6631866092175090670</id><published>2008-05-18T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:55:56.962+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-19T06:55:56.962+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><title>A question of physics..</title><summary>First of all, these are not my handwritings. These are photocopied 'worked examples' (aka past year papers with answers)To solve this question, I've calculated the volume of a carbon-14 nucleus. Simple and quite straightforward. Used the formula and bam! the answer popped out.Then I proceeded to the next question; determining the density of this nucleus. Still, very simple. Density equals to mass</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6631866092175090670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=6631866092175090670" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6631866092175090670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6631866092175090670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/HPtR8J71Hoc/question-of-physics.html" title="A question of physics.." /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/question-of-physics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMRnk_eyp7ImA9WxdSEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-8071749849212452651</id><published>2008-05-18T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:04:47.743+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-18T10:04:47.743+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lame" /><title>Mistaken</title><summary>    Mistaken from Amir Othman on Vimeo.Mistakes are ubiquituousWhen I make a mistake, the one thing I would be seeking for is an arrow.I would try to find the right target to put the blame on someone.Sometimes I can point that arrow to myself. but no... usually,I am just way too smart for this.What I would do is:I would find the right target so that can I pin it down to someone,and this would </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8071749849212452651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=8071749849212452651" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/8071749849212452651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/8071749849212452651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/HEoirRd0qPM/mistaken_18.html" title="Mistaken" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/mistaken_18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMFQX45cSp7ImA9WxdTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-1644969239167517856</id><published>2008-05-17T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:40:10.029+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-17T09:40:10.029+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Slow Internet Connection</title><summary>*Ok this will be a short oneIf there's one thing that can really slow one's progress, that thing has to be slow internet connection. And I think slow internet connection can sometimes be worse than no internet connection at all.This is very fucking true especially when one talks about no internet connection, here's a common example:"I have no internet connection." &lt;-- as you can see the little </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1644969239167517856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=1644969239167517856" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/1644969239167517856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/1644969239167517856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/jWtOUwelPZ4/slow-internet-connection.html" title="Slow Internet Connection" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEsVvm4x2qg/SC421DUp9yI/AAAAAAAABDk/qjqFWKH7kyM/s72-c/angryme.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/slow-internet-connection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBQ3g5eyp7ImA9WxdTGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-4979165534279886068</id><published>2008-05-14T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:50:52.623+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-15T09:50:52.623+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="podcast" /><title>Life is boring</title><summary>    Life Is Boring from Amir Othman on Vimeo.Download videoThe mundane boring routine of lifeStupid as it is I can't seem to be able to escape from it.Injecting caffeine and corn syrup in my body.Brushing my teeth, opening my computerDrink more coffee.Such a waste of lifeSuch a crime towards an artBoredome isn't harmlessIt's a "Fuck You" in the face of GodThis life isn't meaninglessit has a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4979165534279886068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=4979165534279886068" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4979165534279886068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4979165534279886068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/BaNWC7TDaR8/life-is-boring.html" title="Life is boring" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-boring.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQHc6fSp7ImA9WxdTFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-5454038047315057713</id><published>2008-05-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:18:41.915+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-10T17:18:41.915+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>How do I prepare for exams.</title><summary>In this post, I will explain how I prepare my examinations.2 months before the exams:Ok, though I usually am not completely aware of my surroundings in the class or school I do open my eyes occasionally and swallow a few essential information that got spat on my face. Most of the time, I would realize that the exam is in two months’ time. And the usual reaction for me is,Amir: Ok, exams in two </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5454038047315057713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=5454038047315057713" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/5454038047315057713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/5454038047315057713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/MixAnxTxNbs/how-do-i-prepare-for-exams.html" title="How do I prepare for exams." /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-i-prepare-for-exams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYMRn4ycSp7ImA9WxZUGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-3996895603713185808</id><published>2008-03-31T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:36:27.099+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-10T22:36:27.099+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Semangkuk Cendol</title><summary>This story although very simple can mean a lot to someone. Although it's not really of my nature to write something reflective, this shall be one of my attempts to do so.Semangkuk cendol.Honestly I don't really know how cendols are made. I know there's some green shit in there mixed with coconut milk, pulut and all that shit but if you give me all those ingredients, I doubt I will ever be able to</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3996895603713185808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=3996895603713185808" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3996895603713185808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/3996895603713185808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/gkzPGP7Epuc/semangkuk-cendol.html" title="Semangkuk Cendol" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/03/semangkuk-cendol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MASHcyeSp7ImA9WxZVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-7674282972986817060</id><published>2008-03-23T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:24:09.991+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-23T09:24:09.991+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>I'm back mother fuckers...</title><summary>Oi people. I'm here to make a statement.I'm back fuckers...KOT!!! Maybe....If I'm not too lazy. For now, I'll just let this picture taken from my Maths exam paper to answer your (and my) questions...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/7674282972986817060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=7674282972986817060" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/7674282972986817060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/7674282972986817060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/H_hXVup0oWE/im-back-mother-fuckers.html" title="I'm back mother fuckers..." /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEsVvm4x2qg/R-WwtNGTqBI/AAAAAAAABDE/ItlF8mOBEZU/s72-c/DSCN1582.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-mother-fuckers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHSHY4fSp7ImA9WB9QE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-535561756367814497</id><published>2007-10-26T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:50:39.835+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-26T16:50:39.835+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Hold on yea....</title><summary>To those who still keep on coming to this shitty blog and keep on wondering when the fuck am I going to post anything, here's a little message for you:Wait ahh.... Jangan marah... Don't be pissed. You'll die faster if you are pissed. And we both know, that we're going to hell, so yeah.... don't be pissed just because an asshole like me isn't writing shitty rubbish post for you to read/watch/laugh</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/535561756367814497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=535561756367814497" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/535561756367814497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/535561756367814497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/2kvUoyiV8lY/hold-on-yea.html" title="Hold on yea...." /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/10/hold-on-yea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMQnkyeyp7ImA9WB5UFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-5028740462638765260</id><published>2007-08-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:53:03.793+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-21T19:53:03.793+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>An unlucky old man</title><summary>Hello people. Ok this post might not be any funny but hey, it's worth the share. Just now, as I was watching the boring ass idiot-box I fell asleep.Then, (I think) 15 minutes later, my brother woke me up and told me,My brother: Amir! There's this old guy out there! He got some heart attack or some shit! He's fucking bleeding!!!Me: Shut the fuck up la... I'm sleeping.!My brother: No, I'm not </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5028740462638765260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=5028740462638765260" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/5028740462638765260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/5028740462638765260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/zkQf90HI9co/unlucky-old-man.html" title="An unlucky old man" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/08/unlucky-old-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHSXg7fyp7ImA9WB5UFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-949439719238568236</id><published>2007-08-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:05:38.607+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-21T11:05:38.607+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Victimz Within (my band)</title><summary>Finally!! I have something real to post here. Here is a video of my band playing our very own songs; Fishes and Shades of Misery.Hehehe, yes, laugh at the fact that I almost fall and forced to bend my legs like a retard to keep myself from falling. Hehehe.. Oh and since most of you don't understand what I'm crapping/singing/screaming about, here are the lyrics.FishesWe sing about fishes in the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/949439719238568236/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=949439719238568236" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/949439719238568236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/949439719238568236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/bW1hFFqvXpA/victimz-within-my-band.html" title="Victimz Within (my band)" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/08/victimz-within-my-band.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQXg7eyp7ImA9WB5UFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-8700697740570827442</id><published>2007-08-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:21:50.603+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-21T00:21:50.603+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><title>Kepala Butuh: Dickhead</title><summary>My Brother: Seriously, you are a kepala butuh. Kepala butuh literally means you. Your fucking name means kepala butuh.Me: hahaha... At least I live up to my name.I'm a dickhead. Am I? That's one of the biggest unanswered questions of my life. Am I that big of a dickhead?Haha, life; there are ups and downs. Just like the dick. It goes up and goes down. Not necessarily straight up or straight down </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8700697740570827442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=8700697740570827442" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/8700697740570827442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/8700697740570827442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/qHnZOiFknRE/kepala-butuh-dickhead.html" title="Kepala Butuh: Dickhead" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/08/kepala-butuh-dickhead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYAQnY6fyp7ImA9WB5UFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-4899421405610404324</id><published>2007-08-19T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:05:43.817+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-19T15:05:43.817+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><title>A Stupid Story</title><summary>Disclaimer: This is a bit of an inside story (joke), so I don't expect everyone to understand what the fuck this whole post is all about.Hahaha... Let me tell you guys and girls a stupid story. Once upon a time there was this kononnya hot looking girl. We shall call her 'Das Modell'. Das Modell runs a little internet blog and one day she feels like bitching about this other female, who we shall </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4899421405610404324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=4899421405610404324" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4899421405610404324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/4899421405610404324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/ZWNA8iU_eDM/stupid-story.html" title="A Stupid Story" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-story.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQHYzeCp7ImA9WB5WFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-6046140813997369590</id><published>2007-07-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:10:01.880+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-27T16:10:01.880+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Tu DIA!!!!</title><summary>I guess it's about time I post something here. This story happened on the 14th July 2007.My parents and my brother came all the way from Penang to Shah Alam to attend this kenduri kahwin (wedding).Like any other Malaysian I am forced to attend a kenduri kahwin which is usually held at a boring ass place where the sun is blazing hot. It was a wedding of one of the sons of my parents' previous </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6046140813997369590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=6046140813997369590" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6046140813997369590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/6046140813997369590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/2pgDt33kcfE/tu-dia.html" title="Tu DIA!!!!" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/07/tu-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQ345eyp7ImA9WB5QFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-2726839619016688089</id><published>2007-07-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:54:02.023+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-05T00:54:02.023+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>The Annoying Eyes</title><summary>Isn't it just simply annoying how we have pests in the house? Roaches, rats, cicaks, toads, etc. I don't mind them but I truly despise them. The reason I hate them so much is not because of the fact that they carry germs. Heh, I think my head or my pillow carries more germs than cicaks.Cicak. What is cicak in English? I have no idea. Hey, if you know what Cicak is in English please comment. Or </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2726839619016688089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=2726839619016688089" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/2726839619016688089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/2726839619016688089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/grRUBTNyms0/annoying-eyes.html" title="The Annoying Eyes" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/07/annoying-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMSH08fip7ImA9WB5RGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546182431030709236.post-1907285958928771272</id><published>2007-06-27T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:21:29.376+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-27T02:21:29.376+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><title>Taman Rimba Pulau Pinang</title><summary>Taman Rimba Penang.!! Hahaha... I don't even know that there was such a place in Penang. Really cool.Now, answer these simple questions:1. Are you a crazy-ass person?2. Do you like jumping in the water?3. You don't piss in the pool, right?If you answered YES to all the questions, Taman Rimba Penang is the place for you to get your ass excited about.Hahaha, don't let the boring name fool you. And </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1907285958928771272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546182431030709236&amp;postID=1907285958928771272" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/1907285958928771272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546182431030709236/posts/default/1907285958928771272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRetardedShow/~3/gdRr_xBr71E/taman-rimba-pulau-pinang.html" title="Taman Rimba Pulau Pinang" /><author><name>thegoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02039485887167956133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05488703657595236768" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theretardedshow.blogspot.com/2007/06/taman-rimba-pulau-pinang.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
