<?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-14128597</id><updated>2011-05-06T05:19:44.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mylife?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14128597.post-8805059584951995721</id><published>2009-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:50:13.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOYCE !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I AM DYING AT SHAWN HOUSE NOW ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JOYCE ALOT ALOT ALOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-8805059584951995721?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/8805059584951995721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=8805059584951995721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/8805059584951995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/8805059584951995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2009/03/joyce.html' title='JOYCE !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-2166202443726886707</id><published>2008-09-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:20:15.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I know the feeling of a failing everything. I know how it can change one life, sweep one away. Darling, I don't wish to see you suffer the same ordeal as i did. I know u need time to study or else you would  go through the same things. I shouldn't clip your wings, i should let u fly. Sorry if i did things that hurt you , cause i know u need the time and clean from all distraction to soar high in the sky. Deep down , i still very much have you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-2166202443726886707?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2166202443726886707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=2166202443726886707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2166202443726886707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2166202443726886707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-2128112772590646257</id><published>2007-10-07T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:51:00.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha</title><content type='html'>Promos  is over, haha but i don't have any good feeling over it. But whats done its done. Felt so miserable, studied for maths yet the paper seems tamil for me . What have i been doing this year - Just being myself.  Oh btw thanks to the many many that wish me good luck , hopefully all your luck works ar haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did i left of the last time, ha i can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy simply love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-2128112772590646257?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2128112772590646257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=2128112772590646257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2128112772590646257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2128112772590646257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/10/ha.html' title='ha'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-2510316211490920425</id><published>2007-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:22:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post. * Don't read it, its extremely boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AS time goes by, this blog has become a victim of it? Or perhaps you could put the blame on the owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it might just be a good thing that no one is reading this blog anymore. This might just be the perfect platform since I do not wish to tell anyone about this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one of my friends commented, being in a relationship, am not exactly being in love. Then, I mock about his sentence. Calling him superficial from being with someone because of her looks. But now till recently, I realise how true that statement was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was this boy who once dated girls who he thinks are pretty to him. Very often, he feels proud when his friends commented how pretty his girl is. He grim with delight, although at times it was a burden to him. Being a rather socialable person, he has alot of friends. Something which he isn't lacking of. His rather good with sports, have a nice family, live in a comfortable house, has a pretty girlfriend and not to bad with his studies. He leads a rather meaningful and happy life. At lease that was what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention his relationship with the lady. Among the few he dated, this lady -------- lasted the longest. The boy thought he really loves her but at certain times, he just couldn't understand what she was thinking. In fact, he didn't exactly treat her well. Time was happy with her. They both enjoyed. But then again, they had more than 1 unhappy occasion. Very often, this boy thought the girl was overreacting at almost everything. Such as him going out with his friend seems pretty normal to him. And yet that girl would make a fuss over it. And when he feels like sitting at home on a Saturday evening to enjoy his soccer, that girl would complain that he doesn't spent time with her. Right till they broke up, he didn't think that he was entirely wrong. But that lady was a very nice person. When they were together, she begun to take up hobbies of the boy so that they had more things to do together. And even right after till they broke, despite the guy being such a horrible person, she remained his good friend. In retrospect, this boy realise he should have treated her better. But he was happier being friends with her. Was it due to way they got together? THe boy friend’s would have understood this point? What was this boy thinking? Gods know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this boy met this girl month after they broke up. This particular girl wasn't the prettiest or the tallest but he just fell for her. At the start, he treated her merely as another friend. Then, there were a fair share of guys trying to date her which he was nonchant about. But thereafter, the late night chats they had, the every weekend meeting they had, he just felt differently. All along, he wanted to enter Axx or Cxx where his friends are. But after he heard that this girl might just stay at xxx, he decided to just stay there. But sadly, this girl didn't remain there. Irony? Or was it fated? However, even though they are at different schools, they somehow just grew closer. At lease that was what the boy thought. After he met her, he finally understood how did -------- felt at that time. Sometimes when sms goes unanswered, he got abit unsettled. WAs heaven teaching him a lesson? I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when they went out, he saw his friends. Then this particular guy friend of him smsed him. “She’s isn't that bad, but ----- is odv prettier. LOL." This provoked his chain of thoughts. He used to grumble when he waited for------ who is abit late. But once, he actually waited half an hour for this girl. He changed a fair bit after know this girl. There goes the day where he spent all his time playing, clubbing and partying. But somehow, it just didn't work out between then. Then, why is he still waiting for her? (At this point of time, you are supposed to think of something. To hint you in greater details, LOVE! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the boy indeed likes this girl. In fact, the feeling he had for her was never like before. But, how the girl did feels towards him, remain a question. He haven't ask, not that he didn't dare but he didn't want to. He didn't want to spoil their friendship so far. The boy hasn’t faced rejection, only just yet. Would he and this girl get together? Only time will tell.  So will anyone ever read till here, ( if u can see this ) then yes i suppose. Red was suppose to camourflage !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-2510316211490920425?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/2510316211490920425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=2510316211490920425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2510316211490920425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/2510316211490920425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-post-dont-read-it-its-extremely.html' title='Another post. * Don&apos;t read it, its extremely boring.'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-6741416892159231462</id><published>2007-08-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:57:24.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been ages.</title><content type='html'>It seems like 10000000000000000 since i last blog !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing from what other friends in other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; are doing, my life in school seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saddly&lt;/span&gt; pathetic. Anyway i am stuck there, so i shall stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos are coming ! based on my mid year, i would have retain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow i ain't feeling scared. I know i feared caused i didn't study, thus i shall try to start studying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injury prone year this year. Quite saddening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FLop&lt;/span&gt; in my nationals track. Didn't perform to anywhere near what i should be doing/can do. Sorry to let down you all, especially since this is your last year in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;. It's my fault. Sorry, there goes your medal chance. Anyway, i am quite happy that i at lease manage to won one major award. This year isn't that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. My next aim, track nationals-400m, 200m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be rather hysterical to ask such question know, but who cares, i ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; in a clear mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best toy on earth ?&lt;br /&gt;Its human, as emotions just keep playing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up everything. Thankfully , i got a great bunch of friends. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-6741416892159231462?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/6741416892159231462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=6741416892159231462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/6741416892159231462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/6741416892159231462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-ages.html' title='Its been ages.'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-7448251492263287712</id><published>2007-05-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:22:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All That i Wanted</title><content type='html'>I dream I was alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking down this path&lt;br /&gt;No one would listen,&lt;br /&gt;No one else care&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, I woke up with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I living, without you&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;I  just want you to  know that&lt;br /&gt;I hope that  my actions, had said it all&lt;br /&gt;All that, I have wanted,  to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t resent me , when the feelings come by&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my dreams will come true,&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not prefect&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be, who you wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I am just who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am only strong on the surface,&lt;br /&gt; but Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;So, Don’t resent me, when the feelings come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want  you to know that ,&lt;br /&gt;When my feelings come by  ,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do anything, to stop it,&lt;br /&gt;Neither can you.&lt;br /&gt;So , don’t resent me ,&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance to&lt;br /&gt; know you  &lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason,&lt;br /&gt;To live on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that,&lt;br /&gt;some day,&lt;br /&gt;We will walk down the path,&lt;br /&gt;till the day that &lt;br /&gt; we go grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the feelings come,&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong I have done&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To change for you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-7448251492263287712?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/7448251492263287712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=7448251492263287712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/7448251492263287712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/7448251492263287712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-that-i-wanted.html' title='All That i Wanted'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-6164936961240162760</id><published>2007-03-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:05:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I'm not the person that you see in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;Perfect face and perfect body&lt;br /&gt;Never be anyone but the one I am, what I am&lt;br /&gt;I can't bend to your expectations&lt;br /&gt;Look to fulfill any fantasy&lt;br /&gt;If what I am is what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me for me&lt;br /&gt;And not for someone I would never be&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you get is what you see&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be anymore than what I am&lt;br /&gt;Love me for me&lt;br /&gt;Or don't love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-6164936961240162760?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/6164936961240162760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=6164936961240162760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/6164936961240162760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/6164936961240162760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-4111917568683495802</id><published>2007-02-26T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:12:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone reads this haha. Anyway i am super bored today so i shall do a recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. took back my o-lvl results. Isn't fantastic but it seem pretty alright to me .  i got like 5A 2B, and i regerted choosing AJ as my first choice simply because all the teachers there hate me now haha suckers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CNY was quite okay la. - profitable ? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To my future daughter out there, you shall be called NICOLE. TOO bad you can't get to choose haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;HIM: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours &lt;br /&gt;HER: I'm a  plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hi.  Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice? &lt;br /&gt;HER: Must've been once. I  never make the same mistake twice. &lt;br /&gt;HIM: Haven't I seen you some place before? &lt;br /&gt;HER: Yes. That's why I don't go  there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Is this seat empty? &lt;br /&gt;HER: Yes and this one will  be if you sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very very  extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than one that you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-4111917568683495802?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/4111917568683495802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=4111917568683495802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/4111917568683495802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/4111917568683495802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2007/02/random_26.html' title='Random'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113886577211446455</id><published>2006-02-01T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:58:28.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHY AM I EVEN BLOGGING HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113886577211446455?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113886577211446455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113886577211446455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113886577211446455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113886577211446455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2006/02/z.html' title='z'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113715263770163066</id><published>2006-01-13T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:43:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>its easy to ask people to forget everything about life and move on. Asking me to forget         , is as good as asking me to remember a person i never knew. Yet this put an end to a twist and turns of events, although i regreted saying those words but thats all about life . the toughest phrase to say is " if only " , people often doing things implusively, often leaving them in regert. Regert i might be but those words can never be taken back. although i failed to see the love flowers bloom after moving up its stalk filled with torns but i was glad i was once there. Anyway life still goes on ( fast espically in these o-lvl yr), i had tried to put on a smily front and get along with life . i would study from now on , hopping to get into the same jc and proving those people wrong . &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i ain't a failure compared to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113715263770163066?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113715263770163066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113715263770163066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113715263770163066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113715263770163066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2006/01/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113613952008439816</id><published>2006-01-01T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:18:40.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNtlan la</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;I swear I hate countdown!!! Ironically I used to love it last time its like that point of the year where we (the guys) will think like ha-ha tonight must eat till siao ....haha I am sure the guys will understand de la .....Wa but yesterday zz I was like wanting to leave dam early.... alright abit abt yesterday ...ah seng&amp; co jio us go countdown , initally I didn't wanted to go lor but this aiya "smart" gal say it would be fun so kanna con or rather drag to that place. Then they oso very kl la ppl wear erm less? Oso so much comment dam kao bei so naturally she’s piss off and we two just wander away ourselves. (Which prove to be a dam dam bad choice lor)? We squeeze in to the crowd and that point of time I was like dam piss off. Imagine people, close , squeeze , aiya u shld more or less noe liao . anyway I hate countdown liao nb!!!!!!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Wa at night that movie worst wad blood and bone - sucks la plz dun get con and watch it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*TO seng han yong , ai u dam kl leh ...ya la i noe u suan for fun but hor shes a gal leh..and u not say dun noe her she already DUN like to go out wif u all , u still keep making fun of her aiya zi dong yi dian leh . u noe i sit in the middle dam jialat ma u ar ..ppl gal u let can the most treat as giving me face hor .....wait till next time u got a gal liao then u noe la .... she wear wad then let her wear lor ...last night she zhe yang wei ni bu shi heng gao xin shit i shouldn't be saying such thingy here zzz ~ .... u betta read  HOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113613952008439816?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113613952008439816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113613952008439816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113613952008439816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113613952008439816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2006/01/countlan-la.html' title='COUNtlan la'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113575314283057494</id><published>2005-12-27T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:59:02.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns</title><content type='html'>wa sian ..just woke up .....The tv programmes is mind-numbing...the newspaper seem like there is a dam big heading ; I AM BORING &lt; PLZ DO NOT READ ME . aiya just dam bored right now ....... Tml i still have this a-maths thingy which i haven realli study zz gosh would i fail ? ......tata of to try to study haha ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113575314283057494?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113575314283057494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113575314283057494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113575314283057494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113575314283057494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawns.html' title='yawns'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113432853491897525</id><published>2005-12-11T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:17:39.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Mm its been ages since I last blog...ha-ha as if anyone is reading it.... anyway last week was indeed a hectic week. Imagine a person who knows his going to die in a matter of weeks, he is bound too visit his friends while he still can... and that’s what exactly what I did for the last whole week ...meeting all brothers, friends and her .haha not that I am going to die la but nearly. Does this sound like my will letter? YES.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I promise my dad that year 2005 is the year where I will be crazy ...play like siao and kind of stuff but when 2006 comes, men got to do what men got to do and for me it’s STUDYING. Yea ~ this is indeed a shocking, terrifying word haha. ME studying MEANS NO MORE going out on schooldays, no stay over and blah blah blah most imptly mon-friday studying days, sat and sun off days!!!! Ha-ha &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its sort of a five day week kind of thingy. Nevertheless WAIT FOR ME, IWILL BE back ha-ha!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To your question after much consideration …&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jia ru ni wen wo shi fou hui yong yuan di ai ni &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wo hui tui ni shou wo yao &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he ni zhou wan wo zhe yi shen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will change for you ………. Those ten promises shall be kept ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113432853491897525?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113432853491897525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113432853491897525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113432853491897525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113432853491897525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/12/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113265248584441043</id><published>2005-11-22T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:41:25.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCING In tHe BreezE of CRap</title><content type='html'>COUNTING DOWN  to !st dec , gosh theres onli 9 more days left . To be precise thats like 216 hours. Its like so short fir goodness sake . Its like minusing off the no of sleeping hours ( lets say 8 a day ) , i am only left with 144 hours !!!! I mus realli live my last 144 hours to its fullest!! haha alittle dramatic isn't it . ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113265248584441043?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113265248584441043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113265248584441043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113265248584441043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113265248584441043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/11/dancing-in-breeze-of-crap.html' title='DANCING In tHe BreezE of CRap'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113155075942153498</id><published>2005-11-09T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:39:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahahah</title><content type='html'>todae after sch, after playing bball , when i was on the way back hoome , it was excatly the same as any other day...i was like SIAN yet another BORING day ...then just as i was walking out of SERANGOON MRT STATION ( boy i begin to love this place ) i saw tat person which i  like sort take a liking of for a veri long time hard to explain ...okay so i walk behind her and its like becuz of tat i had to take a longer route home .hah nevertheless nvm worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113155075942153498?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113155075942153498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113155075942153498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113155075942153498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113155075942153498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/11/wahahah.html' title='wahahah'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-113025451967781058</id><published>2005-10-25T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:27:43.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Mmm begin to get the kick of blogging...anyway haven been in the best of moods these few days but nevertheless i at lease tried to smile or be myself? Hai ya !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its has been a mix of feeling for me during the past few days. A mixture of confusion/lost/undeceives ..Yeah yeha is not feeling I should say thoughts instead.....&lt;br /&gt;did some soul searching on myself having gotten back my eoy....I realise I have revert to the old me when I was in sec 1 .confident I am but overly confident liao ..It’s to the extend that I don't give a dam about those teachers lesson. nahz its no differences those teachers teach those thingy directly from the txbk or teaches stuff which I have long learn b4 liao .So wads the point in listening ... my attitude - practically I don't respect any teachers at all maybe Mr. koh mdm lim and panda la cuz his not bad .Its exactly the way I behave, the way I present myself in front of ppl when I was in sec 1. YEs - I am Determine to change...slowly perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;i know i can do perform but first i have to channel my energy to my studies for goodness snake and here is another uprising problem. Susposingly that’s this two gal call Y and z &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;guy call X. okay x and y use to be very close. Then for some reason they fell apart. So x met this Z and hope smting would spark off. AS the sparks were abt to set a fire ....x somehow had a chat with y and realise its how much y mean to X.howeva X know that he doesn't deserve such a gal. So tats like y on one side and Z on the other somehow or another suddenly felt the need to study as another impt exam is coming. So now x is stuck between love and studies. X knows that if he commit to either one, he will forsake the other. So which should he choose?&lt;br /&gt;*tis is just an assumption plz don't think so far &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-113025451967781058?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/113025451967781058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=113025451967781058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113025451967781058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/113025451967781058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112973192391958342</id><published>2005-10-19T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:25:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHoooo</title><content type='html'>yeah wait tis post is not for PUblic viewing i jus post it to remind myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC 1st 2005 - shall be the death of playful/lazy/sociable or some moght say flirt which i don't understand i stress the word some /inattentive/not wanting to do anh hw/ not paying attention in class/ foreva partying or playing/no able to focus TAn yi YAng&lt;br /&gt;DEc 2nd 2005 - the birht of a try to be alittle more hardworking/ less but not not playful/willing to study in lesson/ less playing tan yi yang.&lt;br /&gt;* the word use is try&lt;br /&gt;nov xxx 2006 - the rebirth of the tan yi yang as of today date ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112973192391958342?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112973192391958342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112973192391958342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112973192391958342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112973192391958342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/10/shoooo.html' title='SHoooo'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112964518422267952</id><published>2005-10-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:27:03.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Its seems like a blog onli whenever smting goes wrong/not smoothly/aiya jiu shi bu Ru yi la. Anyway I got back my result today . Every papers seem like a knife sia ..stabbing inner in to my heart whenever I take back those freaky papers.....Alright I am truly frustrated with myself man ...its like I keep telling myself that I really need to start studying for my final year but something up there just won't cooperate. Just like &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on last &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunday, I came home to study while my family is like shopping?.. I tell myself I will study from 2 -7 end up me studied till 3 then went to play soccer..CRAP right ....hey brainy could u like reflect on urself as I type this letter ? Sorry for my crap just to piss off with myself...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Had a chat wif her just now and it sort of like enlighten me. She’s right y cry over spilled milk, let the past be lesson learn and look forward . Tats no use getting so piss of with my own self as not only does it not make sense and its not gonna return my marks back to me ...so wad if I avg of abt 60 plus tis time will this count into my o-lvl i seriously don't tink so .Okay I might not be that clever as in like some others that can simply pass wif flying colors even without studying much buts tat not the point . Since I am perhaps less gifted I ought to compensate for the lack of genius in some other ways ..Maybe by the simplest yet the most effective way which is be down to earth and just study hard…Brainy please register tis into the brain board chart and place it there yea right on the top …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: RADAGUND; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Just realise smting in you which I failed to realise it last time u are indeed more mature than I am . ALright i have to admit , breaking with u is a mistake . no no the whole thing is a mistake i perhaps could be like more caring towards u . nahz i not asking u to give me another chance as i jolly well know that i don't deserve it . U seems like a big sister to me even though u r likes 14 while I am 15 ...shit I feel quite ashamed ha-ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112964518422267952?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112964518422267952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112964518422267952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112964518422267952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112964518422267952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflection.html' title='REflection'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112532564728002781</id><published>2005-08-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:01:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*nicole*iMy first eva Letter to someone , Find time to read it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mz it took me lots of thoughts, courage perhaps to write this wad seems like a normal page with plenty of letters on it. Believe me the wordings are from the bottom or my heart and u are the one first ever receive such letter from me. Anyway its u tat brought me to this blogging world so perhaps things between us should end in this world too.&lt;br /&gt;In my short life of 14 years , I have had many close friends I even had friends which I noe for more than 10 years but believe it or not , till now u are the only one that I am willing to tok to abt my feeling or whatsoever . Maybe be cause of Ur always cheerful face they makes me very comfortable and want to tok to u....... Whenever I saw the smile in ur face , it sort of brighten up my day , that y I always put ur pic as my hp wallpaper . Believe me its truth.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, having spent the last few mths with u was the happiest period of my life that I have ever enjoyed. The funny scene of us eating stuff playing stuff will always find a place deep in my heart. Somewhere that is only meant for the cute little gal NICole Ng no one else but u only ....mm I noe it isn’t like the ending of most fairytale story , the princess and the prince live happily eva after , but I would just like to say that wad matter most is that we have happy memories to keep for life . I noe u wanted to continue with our relationship and I can feel tat u are trying very hard to savage it. But I feel its time for both of us to move on. Let our happiest of memory accompany us for the rest of our life, I truly hope we could still be very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to find me if u are feeling down, sad, Just remember I will always be there for u. remember the promise i made to u ( no matter wad happen , even if the world doesn't trust u there will always be me walking the journey with u ) , I will live up to my promise .&lt;br /&gt;The days we spent together , the time where we mmmm u noe and end up getting chase away by the guard , the times where we talk thru the night , every single thing we did have all find there way deep down my heart .&lt;br /&gt;Knowing u was already wad I would consider Very lucky, having your presence in my life is wad I consider a gift from heaven. U might be thinking that I am bullshitting or even sweet talking u, however, I can tell u that I AM NOt and these words really came from the bottom of my heart. U r a great lady , a Tao ren xi huan de GAl( u deserve some1 beta than me, and that’s why I am letting u go ) . Now let’s pray that u read my Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112532564728002781?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112532564728002781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112532564728002781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112532564728002781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112532564728002781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/08/nicoleimy-first-eva-letter-to-someone.html' title='*nicole*iMy first eva Letter to someone , Find time to read it'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112100383632265937</id><published>2005-07-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:57:16.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz UPDATED</title><content type='html'>zzz darkest moment of mine life .....zzzzzzz shall not talk abt it ...sianz end here liao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112100383632265937?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112100383632265937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112100383632265937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112100383632265937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112100383632265937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/zzzzzzzzz-updated.html' title='zzzzzzzzz UPDATED'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112072000847300121</id><published>2005-07-06T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:06:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick diary ( 2nd day )</title><content type='html'>爱你就打， i luv u&lt;br /&gt;想你就叫， i miss u &lt;br /&gt;我的时间全都给了你 oo baby.&lt;br /&gt;我的记忆都是，&lt;br /&gt;你和我，&lt;br /&gt;在一起的那段快乐时光&lt;br /&gt;哦哦&lt;br /&gt;我最爱和你MSn  聊到日出,&lt;br /&gt;两人甜甜蜜蜜没人管...&lt;br /&gt;*to be continue ..zz sound weird sia nvm still got alot of sick days to tink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112072000847300121?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112072000847300121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112072000847300121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112072000847300121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112072000847300121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sick-diary-2nd-day.html' title='Home sick diary ( 2nd day )'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112071841306450460</id><published>2005-07-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:40:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME sick diary ( 1st day )</title><content type='html'>sianz todae sick don't feel like typing much anyway thanks hor come and visit me touch hahah ~ kay la shall end here zzzz YAWN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112071841306450460?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112071841306450460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112071841306450460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112071841306450460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112071841306450460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sick-diary-1st-day.html' title='HOME sick diary ( 1st day )'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112047217562319944</id><published>2005-07-04T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T03:16:26.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nthing</title><content type='html'>mmm nothing much to report la ...lets c yesterday went j8 quite sianz la there wanted to catch the moive warof the worlds or smting but end up tixs were sold out sianz .... then we juz go walking aimlessly around the mall lor ...zzzz shall end here todae sianz later still muz do a-maths hw sianz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112047217562319944?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112047217562319944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112047217562319944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112047217562319944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112047217562319944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/nthing.html' title='nthing'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112028893020337807</id><published>2005-07-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:22:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of tot</title><content type='html'>my friend told me smting yesterday ... she said to her love is like swalloing a hot chocolate ,  , it leave u feeling sweet , and warms ur heart forever . zz will mehz to me love where got so comple its th same logic as in like playing a game . First you insert a coin ( the jioing process ) , next u play the game ( the period where you both stead ) , you insert more coins to play longer ( the period where the two going thru a cold war or smt ) , and when u don't hab any more coins , the sign Game over appears and its over . ( the point where the relationship is over , nthing can be done to savage it  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112028893020337807?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112028893020337807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112028893020337807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112028893020337807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112028893020337807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/piece-of-tot.html' title='a piece of tot'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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-14128597.post-112028799139597226</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:06:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzation at home</title><content type='html'>Its the first saturday afternoon tat i spend in my house reason being - i don't realli wan to go out wif my "loo design" hairstyle now . zzzz that loo is one big ****** . he jealous of ppl have more hair than him ?  .... shall not tok abt him ...anyway if u c a  high wearing pants  guy wif a shinny head in nchs tats him la .... todae so sianz sianz till i feel like blogging ....jus woke up still a little blur blur .......mm nothing much happen todae la so shall stop here .....off to copy my hoilday hw liao ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                 ~ rotting at home ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14128597-112028799139597226?l=oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/112028799139597226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14128597&amp;postID=112028799139597226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112028799139597226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14128597/posts/default/112028799139597226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolfashion.blogspot.com/2005/07/sianzation-at-home.html' title='Sianzation at home'/><author><name>~yy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677814042262373738</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>
