<?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-34401241</id><updated>2011-08-09T01:11:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendour` Of The Past</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34401241.post-3610514736745220711</id><published>2007-06-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:37:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to make things clear</title><content type='html'>yea guys. im back to clear things up from the previous post. cos i feel like im like quite vague in my previous post. maybe to clear some misunderstandings. anywayss the post depicts a time of when i actuallly liked a girl.  coming to the end was the two words realistic and and resilience was what i actually needed. it was not till last saturday when i was like so so down and emotional. but after when i went to gym; treadmilled for arnd 50mins and lastly swam for around an hr ++ then i felt like really awake. its as though like....damn hard to put it in words. maybe in this way: putting a forest fire in a lamp; a foolish attempt it turned out to be.  but now dun worry my friends. im fine already...truthfully and seriously. so dun think too much into it whether im a good person or a bad one. i would say, know me well enough to judge what kind of person i am. i really hate misunderstandings to occur and to leave things unspoken and unexplained. SO SORRY MANn...hahaha  take care pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow love hols but i hate its aftermath.lol =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-3610514736745220711?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3610514736745220711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=3610514736745220711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/3610514736745220711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/3610514736745220711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-to-make-things-clear.html' title='just to make things clear'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-4263348642625102677</id><published>2007-06-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:33:18.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trites. i thought i ought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A thousand ways to speak my thoughts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but none were up to my greatest choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So i commence through these typing skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indeed she was the one I missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it isn`t so she said to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This kinda` feelin still exist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know but it`ll never come true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like the dork there I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limping through all those thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of when we were together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veracity is the term should I quote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Especially when you know she's a league above the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxury of time is just not what I own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of the fact she has her heart for else`s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately when he had so little to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In fact a little question like that wouldn`t hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saying if yov`ve got time to spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ending this was thy word "I dunno".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perserverence was what i thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but resilience and realism; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the words i ought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I questioned myself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are these what i truly ought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Least my efforts didn`t come to nought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i`ve come to the brink of all my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i asked for Rapunzel's hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In her tower's another man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I left and there i understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can only get what i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To thy may be a simple task to type these down;&lt;br /&gt;but things aren`t just apparence.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt Courage has to do its part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here ends tonight`s entry on this page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not a dot close to what i`ve guaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the pendulum should thus see it`s halt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to all my knots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now I shall tell myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Always remember this Ronald,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To it be known as an unspoken language,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Called Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;je vous aime&lt;/em&gt;" means i like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my life seemed to start anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont know if i changed your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but you've changed mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you might not think much of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i think you're divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so would you accept this gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and be my valentine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that was the time,&lt;br /&gt;Where i ask you to be my Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;If you'll hold this hand of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold yours til' the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;But if this never crossed your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my words i would sigh.&lt;br /&gt;For my liberty asking for your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Is your liberty to decline this "demand".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can make a man cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't even need to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No need to kick his balls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or laugh when he falls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;torch is car, or give him scars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you don't even need to beat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slash, or push him off his seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just say these words true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Face it dude I don't love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" You are the sun and the rainbow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only see from my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rainbows end's a pot of gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm chasing though i cannot hold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now it`s time I won`t."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cya around pals. gonna post soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ronald loves macdonald 2128pm =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trust me my friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im fine already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gonna comcentrate on my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cap and vice-cap u know wad im doing for the 2weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahaha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-4263348642625102677?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4263348642625102677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=4263348642625102677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/4263348642625102677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/4263348642625102677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2007/06/trites-i-thought-i-ought.html' title='trites. i thought i ought.'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-349731418137179105</id><published>2006-12-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:34:54.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey all, i got sth to share.</title><content type='html'>I dunno wad motivated me to blog today. Maybe i got somethings to say lor. But well well well, lemmi now start me how i spent my friday today. Woohooo dudes and i loved it so so so so much la la la. =-="" But anw, sch ended early today and it was 1pm. Well as usual its all in the head and my mind " tennis tennis tennis" and you wuldnt beieve that i already played tennis b4 school which starts at 9am. I started at somesort 7am till 8am. Then cooldown abit lor. After lesson i met up with rick, nick and yifong to play tennis at north courts at 1pm. Great great great and we played till 7pm. Rick and yifong didint join me and nick though cos rick had to go to friends b`dae bbq and yifong meeting up with friends at amk central. But but but however, zhenyan came along. That was gre8 and we continued till 7++pm till we were super shaggg...Piangeh, so shiok man today. Haven`t been playing tennis fer sucha long time fer sucha long time since ICAs and tests and so on so for blah blah blah. BUt now im hear typing everyword with all my might cos im seriously gonna drop liao. Aiya jking nia, where got so exaggerated =) Oh yes yes yes, besides from toking bout`my life, i wanna share with you guys somethings. I was reading this bk lent to be by my cousin. Got a part to share with u guys cos i believe it`s sth realli worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and had some items in front of him...&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very&lt;br /&gt;large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls...&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full...&lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was full...&lt;br /&gt;So the professor den picked up a box of pebbles and&lt;br /&gt;poured them into the jar... He shook the jar lightly...&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls...&lt;br /&gt;He den asked the students again if the jar was full...&lt;br /&gt;they agreed that it was...&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else...&lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar is full...&lt;br /&gt;The students replied with a unanimous "Yes...”&lt;br /&gt;The professor den produced 2 cups of coffee from&lt;br /&gt;under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar,&lt;br /&gt;effectively filling up the empty space between the sand...&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, "I want u to recognize that this&lt;br /&gt;jar represents your life..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) The golf balls are the important things&lt;br /&gt;(your God, your family, your children, your health,&lt;br /&gt;your friends, and your favorite passions -&lt;br /&gt;things that if everything else was lost and&lt;br /&gt;only they remained, your life would still be full)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) The pebbles are the other things that matter&lt;br /&gt;(your job, your house and your car)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) The sand is everything else (the small stuffs)...&lt;br /&gt;"If u put the sand into the jar first," he continued,&lt;br /&gt;"there will be no room for the pebbles or the golf balls... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same goes for life...&lt;br /&gt;If u spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,&lt;br /&gt;u will never have room for the things that are important to u...&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the things that is critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;"E.g.:-Play with your children...&lt;br /&gt;-Take time to get medical checkups...&lt;br /&gt;-Spend time with your family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;-Take your partner out to dinner...&lt;br /&gt;"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that&lt;br /&gt;really matter... Set your priorities...&lt;br /&gt;The rest is just sand.&lt;br /&gt;"One of the students raised her hand and&lt;br /&gt;inquired wad the coffee represented...&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you asked... It just goes to show u that no matter&lt;br /&gt;how full your life may seem, there's always room&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got this Adam's new book. Wanna lend it from me/ my cousin just tell me. Its very inspirational to me..=-=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inspirational tinggy to share...i also got this from adam's new bk which is bout` motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finds in your presence that life is worth while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when you are lonely, remember it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody somewhere is thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain`t this nice. Ok i guess i`ll have to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy pendulum shall now be brought to a halt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this instance when it`s supposed to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truely, Madly and Deeply,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As "magical" thy word simply describes it best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald spoke rubbish on 8/12/06 @ 2230pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is not proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is not easily angered,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love does not delight in evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Bible : 1 Corinthians 13:4 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-349731418137179105?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/349731418137179105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=349731418137179105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/349731418137179105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/349731418137179105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-hey-hey-all-i-got-sth-to-share.html' title='Hey hey hey all, i got sth to share.'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34401241.post-5364781505694202318</id><published>2006-12-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:41:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nong Nong Ago......b4 i last blogged bout`my life</title><content type='html'>Aww crap, im back ta blog but i just dunno how ta start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my oh my, many things happened recently and i dunno how ta put them down. OK, lets get down to some news. B4 this, lemmi tell ya guys bout` a funny trend of suicide in singapore. This wednesday morning b4 goin to sch, i met up one of my friend fer breakfast at yishun. SOmewhere near yishun MRT. Well everything was going on well till we rreached the MRT station. There was this announcement that we stumbled upon. An indian guys committed suicide at the mrt track by jumping down. Welll, to me...i seriously think that these idiots have nth betta to do man. Walk into mrt station, spend a few cents or rather a dollar and goin uptada track just to kill themselves. They seriously dun treasure life man. WaPiang eh, they seriously dunno how to think sia. This incident has realli caused the normal routine of some pple to be disrupted; meaning pple cnt go to wrk or do their activities of daily living the way they do normally la. I am also seriously affected by this freaking incident. Reason behind due to the fact that im having my BIO PRACT. Test on that bloody morning. Almost late sia. But luckily i called my father to come and fetch me ta sch. HENG LA, but damn pek chek lor. On the other hand, coming to the end of this incident, i have come to know bout` sth regarding S`pore. It`s the fact that Singapore is quite vulnerable ot this kinda incidents. Just someone hopping off into the mrt track causes such a commotion. Pple cnt go to work, whole mrt route disrupted and manny more. Lastly, make sure my friends. IF U GUYS WANNA COMMIT SUICIDE PLS DO NOT GO TO THE TRACK. I CAN PROVIDE U WITH SOME DRUGS AND MAKE U NOT DIE SO PAINFULLY (giving u guys euthanasia). LOL JKJK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next, i will be missing Chrystal fer the next two weeks. As u know, now is holidays fer the secondary schs. HOW MUCH I ENVY THEMM!!!! OH yes yes yes, forgot to mention that CHrystal is my younger sister; and she will be goin to taiwan fer two weeks. She's departing singapore tml morning @ 10.30am. Sorry fer nt being able ta send u off. AHHH, goin holiday w/o me. But anw, i promised myself that i will go on holidays the next time..haha. Haiz, my house is gonna be quiet fer the nxt few weeks liao. I will not get used to it cos CHrystal is not gonna be arnd lor. SIan, when sian that time got no one to go tease and play..haha. But 2weeks will be a fast one. Especially when holidays is nxt friday and im gonna be tennis-ing almost everyday till i drop. But but but i just hope that there is gonna be a good climate and its not gonna rain. Ok wad else ta say, practically nth much liao le. Hope u guys dun doze off afta reading this. It`s all in da head now " i dun wanna miss anymore lecture..I TRY..lol" Afta missing so many bio and others, im falling realli behind. BUCK UP DUDE!! Bye Chrystal, i will miss u. Beloved sister Chrystal Ang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time shall my entry at this stage,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least thy did not fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till tonight im still so high,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I didn`t was to sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GUys, if ya wanna understand my last stanza, it means byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i shall stop here. Cya guys soon till the time when i feel to type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald said something on 6/12/06; 21.35pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-5364781505694202318?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5364781505694202318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=5364781505694202318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/5364781505694202318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/5364781505694202318'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-257067303067561648?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/257067303067561648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=257067303067561648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/257067303067561648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/257067303067561648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/12/dungiveadamntomycrap.html' title='Dungiveadamntomycrap.'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-6769937800889074178</id><published>2006-12-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:10:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Areyouinterestedinsomecrap??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed she's still the one I miss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say it isn`t so I guess she thinks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kinda` feelin still exist,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know but it`ll never come true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the dork there I am,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Limping through those thoughts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of when we were together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veracity is the term should I use?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially when you know she's a league above the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luxury of time is just not what I own,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the fact she's taken away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately when he has so little to offer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact a little question like that wouldn`t hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying if yov`ve got time to spare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ending this is still thy word "I dunno".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here end's tonight`s entry on this page,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not anywhere sure if i can gauge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How bad I am at this stage,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Least I didn`t kill myself in all my rage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till now I still tell myself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always remember this Ronald,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be known as an unspoken language, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it is called Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald posted some crap on 2/12/06 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2138pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cya guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-6769937800889074178?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6769937800889074178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=6769937800889074178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/6769937800889074178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/6769937800889074178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/12/thisaintsomethingyouareinterestedinjust.html' title='Areyouinterestedinsomecrap??'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116357390246695561</id><published>2006-11-15T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:58:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or should I not tell her? Still remain unspoken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                          Unspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should i tell you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or should i not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I am foolish,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I am dumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I feel is numbnes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which ran deep in my veins to the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darkest Corner of my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mere thought of your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,As gentle and sweet as it could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slipped through my defenses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the morning breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stroking the inferno within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment when our gaze met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,The barriers of my heart threatened to burst into flames&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And devour my self control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night as the hills fall silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the crickets chirp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A timeless battle rages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame rides me for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What little of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; bring out the entire of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For there is no fool greater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Dumb as I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have made your mark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The letters of your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akin to the scars from a battle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just refuse to fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this is an unspoken language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Call Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald mentioned some crap at 0250pm 15/11/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116357390246695561?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116357390246695561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116357390246695561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116357390246695561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116357390246695561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-or-should-i-not-tell-her.html' title='Should I or should I not tell her? Still remain unspoken...'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116343381967595324</id><published>2006-11-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:03:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They go =_="" cos im an idiot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to think of the times when they talked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He always seemed like a dork.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wonder what it'll be like if they got together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likewise foreseeing that it may never last forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should a confession he were to make be the end of their friendship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even thinking of it brings him through misery and hardship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; And though he longs to ask her out on a date,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact a little question like that may not hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he decided to leave it to fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living each day like it was some play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intentionally deluding himself of what he actually wants to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing inside that she's a league above the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single night he stares into the night sky looking at the stars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the moon's crest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, he has very little to offer maybe that's why it's so hard for him to say he likes her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald spoke some crap on 13/11/06 1155pm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116343381967595324?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116343381967595324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116343381967595324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116343381967595324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116343381967595324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-go-cos-im-idiot.html' title='They go =_=&quot;&quot; cos im an idiot!!!'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116300190695028676</id><published>2006-11-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:10:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy stuff and some life of mine =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/spyamongusik3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/spyamongusik3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/voiceskilluun8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/voiceskilluun8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/voiceskilluun8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/spyamongusik3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;im back ta blog again..... Well nth much recently with some upsetting events. 1Stly was the tennis IVP programme. I lost my last 2 games against NP and RP. Shit man. My opponent Ahmad kamil was on form while i wasnt man. Im like CHUI(shattered) liao. SO just play ding dong game with him lor putting all the ball back. Too many unforced errors that made me kill myself on the court. Dun wan tok bout NP le. Super sian 2/2 lor. haha. Anw got sth to share. SOme photos of cats . Ain`t them cute lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now lemmi go on toking `bout life in sch now. One word " BORINGGGG" . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mondays to Fridays, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;same lessons over and over again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just makes me sick and wanna die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch with frens dinner with family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school head to gym, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructors are all my frens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then go home slack and games. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah super sian sia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tink im gonna make life more productive, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or u see me in the casket of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well as u read or see guys, my life is just a mere piece of crap. THe only thing that is best is sleep. Reason behind cos i dream. Dreams are just as though free movies. (6-7hrs) No nid pay like $9.50 to sit in a theartre seat. This one is a bed. Best sia. lol. Ain`t this full of crap =_="". HOwever i tink sleep is good for me. Well all i have to say is that do i get to have any nicer dreams? Like better visual quality (high definition plasma type) and those with more interesting content. But better not me a toilet cleaner ( toiletbowls all i face) lol. Me, used to have dreams tat are thrillers and i usually wake up with my heart thumping BOM BOM BOM! I wished that they come back to me and i nv hope to wake up from them. Reminiscence huh? However all i say now is that i dun wanna dream cos they appear fuzzy to me now with fragments of it appearing here and there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A yellow flower stood in a dull field of red,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue and green.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young lad restrained by a fence, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;barely watering it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Undeterred, he came everyday with water and love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the flower was oblivious as both faced the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then someone came by and took it with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To plant it somewhere near his shack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He too came with water and love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this time without the fence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The young lad was cut to the heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His beloved flower was gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days turn dull, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without color, without spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And rains poured over his head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald 1157pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your happiness is my solace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116300190695028676?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116300190695028676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116300190695028676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116300190695028676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116300190695028676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/11/crappy-stuff-and-some-life-of-mine.html' title='Crappy stuff and some life of mine =('/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34401241.post-116251498295026510</id><published>2006-11-03T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:57:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some true feelings about me now.</title><content type='html'>A flower wilts without water,&lt;br /&gt;A lonely heart only grows fonder.&lt;br /&gt;There is no shadow without light,&lt;br /&gt;but with you comes my shameless plight.&lt;br /&gt;My words are always about me,&lt;br /&gt;no mirror, but still me i see.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i cannot treat you right,&lt;br /&gt;And produce all these endless trite.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of having your hand to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Would make the lame and the shy prance.&lt;br /&gt;Hoped that you`ll be my valentine,&lt;br /&gt;then I`ll give you all of mine,&lt;br /&gt;but these are only hopes of thy.&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel my heart though i try,&lt;br /&gt;It's like an actor who cannot cry.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is what i'm most afraid;&lt;br /&gt;`Bout hurting you with what i've said.&lt;br /&gt;With you moving further and further away.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t stand the thought of another person`s hand on you,&lt;br /&gt;But what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Now I can only say,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are easier said than done,&lt;br /&gt;so I would`nt say it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can only blog.&lt;br /&gt;All I can tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;Ronald, It`s time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald 0842am (Friday morning b4 goin to 1030 lecture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116251498295026510?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116251498295026510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116251498295026510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116251498295026510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116251498295026510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-true-feelings-about-me-now.html' title='Some true feelings about me now.'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116187974765324264</id><published>2006-10-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:22:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All kinds of emotions all over me. Sad happy excited and more...</title><content type='html'>Guys, hi!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didnt expect myself to come back to blog so fast. Guess wad im doin now, blatantly slacking haha. IM gonna be a total slacker this sem lor. I realli dun wanta care anymore. Life is happy with sch mates, buddies but not at home. Firstly, sch is gonna be damn fun cos tml evening i`ll be playing tennis representing my sch tml. The organisers this year is TP and NYP`s 1st opponent this year is SP. No Prob la as long as there's confidence in you. Our Team 'PLAY TO WIN'. However i tink im playin more of a mental game than a physical one cos i will try not to make alot of unforced errors. Guess what our team cheer is this year. Kenneth and edwin came up with this word "ooooze-ing" . Well, this is gonna be uniques cos this although not nice listening but brings our team spirit together. I just hav to put off everything tml evening and concentrate. COME ON DOODS!!! WE can do it man...Btw, it`s damn heng of us to get a bus there. FREE BUS to send us there and back. Well, tml the bus is coming to take us to TP at 5pm just 1hr after my sch ends. What else do i hav to say man. I believe Team NYP is gonna win tml. Friendly's that day with SP seriously sucks. Even our coach say that they are not that good. We can win but onli if our 'mental' game is there. I hope so tml. Today training was quite fun although quite tired but i tink we can replenish back by tml. Another thing we gonna rejoice over is that we wuld hav free refreshments of 100plus and bananas( which i dun eat). We're gonna drown ourselves with 100plus don't we? =) Jking.... I tink im gonna turn in soon. If not tml jialat liao. Tell ya guys good news bout us tml. Lastly hope it doesnt RAIN. Today is like super bad weather. We cont`d playing even it was raining. But no choice. Anw , playing in rain quite fun. Somehow train ya control for balls when they are wet. ok le, i realli hab to stop here though i`ve still got lotsa things to say. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why use the word which is not true? When the truth is 'I love you'. 0015am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116187974765324264?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116187974765324264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116187974765324264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116187974765324264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116187974765324264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-kinds-of-emotions-all-over-me-sad.html' title='All kinds of emotions all over me. Sad happy excited and more...'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34401241.post-116174663508672262</id><published>2006-10-25T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:23:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blog after 8-9 days. Lots of things and a poem to share.</title><content type='html'>Hihihi, im realli befuddled by what's happen to mi recently. Life sucks since sch has re-opened. Well, tennis inter-varsity programme (IVP) coming up on this friday 27/10/06 . OH man, i cant w8 to play but, im gonna be super tired as the IVP onli ends on mid-november. Haizz =( Well, i guess im not gonna blog as soon till i feel like doin so. Anw, happy hari raya too all muslims. Ytd was a great day with my 3 brethrens james, kai and yin. We went ta the gym together and had lotsa fun. Well, went 'climbing' which was literally making me super worn out. Blisters all on me hands.  Lastly is this poem that i like it very much. Credits to me and Ow who so called composed this. Enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to say i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does it have to be this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't we talk everyday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the sun and moon never meet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even good morning we do not greet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since young its always been cane in handtil now you still don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though i try to make you proud,i anger you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you shout so loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then on my wedding day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at you, but you turn away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do i love thee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Let me count the ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how do i tell thee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; It'll feel like we're gays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my moon, and i watch from a far...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your every hurt leaves my heart with a scar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My words are harsh so you won't be weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understand it's not hate that i seek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you wed your mate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know it's goodbye i must bate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving you is now her fate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of this man that i hav&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one of many tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tells my pride of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of many years...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem here 'depicts' my sentiments at this moment. IM feeling super stressed by family matters and i hope that i may be  able to get over this ASAP. Sch is fine although im gonna slack more. Hee. Anw, thx blog fer alowing me to speak out my mind here this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why use the word which is not true? When the truth is " I love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116174663508672262?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116174663508672262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116174663508672262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116174663508672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116174663508672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-blog-after-8-9-days-lots-of.html' title='Back to blog after 8-9 days. Lots of things and a poem to share.'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116100975008782542</id><published>2006-10-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:42:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEw sem new modules new lecturers and what's new?</title><content type='html'>OK. Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sch start and im kinda sian.lols. Anw ive got myself 7 new modules and im felling 2/2 sian..haha. THe onli thing that im looking forward today which is monday 16/10/06 that im having tennis. Working hard is nv an issue to mi anymore since im gonna be a total slacker..haha. HOwever its been a week since i last met my 3bros.  well, ive got 3bros in my course and in my cca too. In course is senping me and ruijin. In cca is my dear kenneth, edwin and reuel. However all are my good bros and sisters in cca..wahahaha. Haizz, im stucked here dunno wad to say, can say that im lazy to say. Well, sth bad happened during tennis training today!! the freaking haze....!!! SO DAMN ANNOYING LAAA =( At bout 7+ we had to stop training cos it went up to PSI=130 but later when it dropped to 120 we just continued with our usual training. Visions were not clear and we could'nt play well. Anw during that haze break time, the whole team sat down fer a team tok. Pretty fun cos there's edwin and none other  than me and clinton who crapped lar..haha Well, i loved sth that i said to "the champion" YAN WEI. THAT annoying f**ktard just kept being so annoying during my singles game with him. He was somehow the "net-king" tonite and all his balls went straight into the net lar. ANd he was giving some lame excuse blaming his raquet shoes and net la!! So i said to him sth that made him so quiet after dat. I asked "YANwEI, u look at yur raquet strings and u look at the net. Does it look alike?" He totally shuttup and cont the game with me. His attitude is realli so F***ed Up lor! Realli cnt tahan de.  Well, im getting tired and i`ve still got tonnes to do. BYe fer now.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why say the word which is not true? When the truth is " I love you"        2235pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116100975008782542?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116100975008782542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116100975008782542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116100975008782542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116100975008782542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-sem-new-modules-new-lecturers-and.html' title='NEw sem new modules new lecturers and what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-116040442695046915</id><published>2006-10-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:33:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a RESPONSE..</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, im back with a new post. As i`ve said, i gonna do some faming of some person in my tennis team since he 'famed' us. So, an eye fer an eye i guess!! So how shall i start. Well, lemmi ask ya guys ta go read the 3rd post of this 'guy' who tinks so highly of himself de!! LINK HERE=www.zeroofsuntec.blogspot.com. Go look at his 3rd post and u can somehow understand the indignance the whole team tinks of him. I shan`t mention names here. This is just a reply to wad he said man!! Hmm, now lemmi somehow tink of how to start his 'biography'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we occur people who are mentally challenged or what we come to call nowadays as stupid. However, although this may seem mean to refer to someone as such, one might somehow find that he cannot be proven wrong at the very actions of the accused.Rather you may also find that they themselves have a cape of illusionment telling them that they are the best and they are always right. This my 'friend' is pure arrogance. (a word that desvribes him best)  I would say that the  stench of that characteristic is enough to put off anyone who comes within a mile off to the accused with that similar charistaristic. In fact, recent survey by the author has also found this claim to be true and with much grounds. To put this in a short fact : " YES HE IS STUPID ". That my fellow readers is just the term described about the mentality of a certain person i know.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to terms of the well known game tennis. Tennis is a game of endurance and will power and mental tactics. True enough it requires no skill to hit the ball hard. However it does take one certain amount of skill to control the ball at a certain pace which I myself have to say most have not accomplished. This is no excuse. The precision is sometimes not there during the off days of many individuals unless you are one from the ATP tours etc. However, in this case, i know of a certain individual who has proven himself a disgrace even to those who have picked up tennis as beginners. Shall not mention names here!!  Not only publicly disgracing himself in front of the whole country of tennis players but still having the highest level of gall to brag about it. This we all know for certain as "the seeded one" or "undisputed champion". Seriously just leave the team we all say and we all think.&lt;br /&gt;As a famous man once quoted : "a good craftsman never blames his tools". Yes, blame others for all the things u know are your fault. The lines, the nets, the rackets, the wind, the shoe, the court, etc. But deep down one may come to find that he himself is just lying to himself. Pity to the man that doesent. Even my coach Kamari wasnt spared of his 'insults'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of god, my forefathers. VANISH from the team u!!! i wouldnt say u are a bad person but on the court, the stench of ya attitude and arrogance is realli i would use the word "intolerable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, im done with my so called "faming" of this "guy" and so gonna stop here! Gonna come back with anther post when i receive the fotos from SJ . Kiara and HuiHui. Miss the chalet and im gonna get back dere nxt year. Bye fer the time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-116040442695046915?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/116040442695046915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=116040442695046915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116040442695046915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/116040442695046915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-with-response.html' title='Back with a RESPONSE..'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-115979688285121687</id><published>2006-10-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:48:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** off Hospitals!! Finally outta the cursed place..=(</title><content type='html'>Finished a game of dota and i`m feeling sian. Well, my team won the game against clan '-Void-'. However, happy moments seems to pass quickly and now im practically stoning =( Brief summary of da game, i was the 2nd top scorer cos i was using Gondar (bounty hunter). Sian, getting tired to dota le. So now got wad games to play, literally no games except gunbound which im sucha noob!! lol. BAck to the point. I was admitted to hospital ytd fer  pain under my left chest. Actually was nth much, but parents say must go so BO PIAN. Well, spent whole day there taking x-ray and toking to some doctors. The results came out and showed that i hav some cracks on my left ribs. Bah..not so shocking!! HOwever wad made me realli shocked and upset was the fact that the doctor said that i could'nt play tennis fer the nxt mth or two. I was like not sian 1/2 but totally(2/2) sian. I couldnt compromise to the doctor i said. I`d rather die playing tennis than die of boredom man. Well, i suppose i wun play too much but im gonna play on tuesday tml at YCK sports centre. haha.  People say "An apple a day keeps a doctor away. However, it the doctor is CHIO, throw the apple away." Lol..jk. BUT, I tink i will stay on to hav an apple eviday cos i dun like doctors. LOL. OK..wad did i do today. Haha. Practically nth except games and watcing some tennis on Channel 24 star sports. I cnt w8 fer tml. Im so damn bored and i can't w8 to play tennis tml. Gonna stop here. ODIN_KAI wans me to play dota le, since so sian so just go lor. Bye guys. Im coming back with another post when i feel like doin so or when there's sth to blog `bout =) CYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-115979688285121687?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/115979688285121687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=115979688285121687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115979688285121687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115979688285121687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/10/f-off-hospitals-finally-outta-cursed.html' title='F*** off Hospitals!! Finally outta the cursed place..=('/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-115962785157418716</id><published>2006-09-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:50:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B`dae 29/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010713.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010713.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010709.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010709.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010708.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010708.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys!! I`m back witha new post. Well, it was my b`dae yesterday. Well, i enjoyed it very much!! Oh yea, I went out to marina square to enjoy myself with Louise. We went fer a movie at GV @ MS watching 'The Banquet'. Well, the movie wasn't dat fantastic cos a lot of scene i didn't realli fancy(gross). However i enjoyed my day alot dudes. After movie, i went shopping with her and i found myself in many many new strange shops that i`ve nv been to...wahaha. Mayb im not a city dweller..=) Well, I hav some photos of my b`dae cake and the photo with 3 persons in it is my grandpa, my sister(younger) chrystal and me in the middle. I tink i shuld end here! Lastly, my friend Mingren, Mitchell,Qikai and Wei Song, Good luck fer ya promos at HCJC and RJC though its not easy i knoe. Blessed to hav u guys as fwens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald advocated 30/09/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2244&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-115962785157418716?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/115962785157418716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=115962785157418716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115962785157418716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115962785157418716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-bdae-2909.html' title='Happy B`dae 29/09'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-115945511010925886</id><published>2006-09-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:51:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoning &amp; Dunno wad to write (so just crap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The name's Ronald,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you need help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this I promise you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`ll be there!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yet another day passed with the company with boredom =( However, i am somehow quite happy as i played tennis today with my injured knee. Its somehow not so pain le. So, thx all my fwens fer ya care and concern! =) Enjoyed my game with Pop. I`m very happy cos i played well and my strokes are back ta normal le..not hay wired. Ok, i tink i'll end here cos i`ve literally got nth to say except the stanza on top. So, enjoy ya holidays my friends. Cya arnd! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald advocated  on 28/09/06,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2244&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-115945511010925886?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/115945511010925886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=115945511010925886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115945511010925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115945511010925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/09/stoning-dunno-wad-to-write-so-just.html' title='Stoning &amp; Dunno wad to write (so just crap)'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-115935671395926242</id><published>2006-09-27T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:31:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy and Fufilling Day =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010698.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Well..me putting on the Lions vest and taking a pict..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             A full foto of all da club members except me and other social-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          My LAo PEH and Lao BOOH!! =P                                                              Hey guys!! Im back again with another post. Anw...today was a much more fun and fufilling days as compared to the others where i onli listen and observe piling work done beside me outta my window!! =) Well....i went to do some social work today( oh god..when did i become so helping and caring). It was a Lion's Club social work and i`ve gone there as usual with my father and mum. Well, i'm gonna upload a few fotos but its taking too long..so i tink i'll onli upload minimal..haha. So..wad did i do today, i somehow celebrated Mid-Autumn festival with the old-folks there which was absolutely FUN &amp; Fufilling. This so called 'Lion's Project' ended at bout 6 after the giving out of mooncakes. So i went home and now im here to blog..haha. ok! Thats all fer today. A bit too little hor..lol. I dun wan elaborate the whole event if not its gonna be very very long and i hav fwens complaining to me dat its too long..lol. Cya then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Advocated on 1923 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-115935671395926242?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/115935671395926242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=115935671395926242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115935671395926242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115935671395926242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-and-fufilling-day.html' title='A Happy and Fufilling Day =)'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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-34401241.post-115919174733168796</id><published>2006-09-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:42:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Page Of My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/1600/P1010511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6824/3790/320/P1010511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, i have cre8ed this blog for `bout 1 month le but today is my 1st time posting...haha,finally hab the mood. Anw firstly i wuld like to thank you guys for passing by reading my first post. This wuld efinitely be a long one dudes`. Well, lemmi think wad shuld i say. I feel yet happy and sad at the same time. Its holidays now and im stranded at home engulfed in boredom. All i do at hm is play games and im gettin sick and tired of it le. I`ve always thought that home was the most quiet and peaceful place but not till 2 days ago!!! I`m hating it now due to the fact that they dere are construction goin on just beside my room..=( So sad...they have already torn down the house beside mine and now te worst thing is happening. Piling work!!! I was annoyed by the banging and i can feel the shimmers while sleeping in the morning. Finally i woke up at 7 in the morning and started a new day being yet boring and indignant =). But wad can i do? I decided to go for a morning jog and came back to endure the stupid noise. They stopped the piling work at bout 6 and that was the time it became somehow peaceful again. Anw thats all for my day and im gonna chill out in my room now and dats y i`ve decided to start blog. Now lemmi tok bout my life during the first few weeks of my holidays. Lemmi start from the end of exams. I felt so much relieved cos i've finally gone thru my exams and i can't w8 for my results. The week after my exams was oso the commence of my 1st yr 1st sem industrial attachment programme. I felt very happy and excited as i could try things that i`ve nv done before. Anw...first week of attachments was polyclinic. Darn it as im posted to Tampines Polyclinic. So damn far man. The transport there was absolutely tormenting man!! Well, but i tink its worth it cos im with 2 of my team members and good frens Sara and Nana. I`d knew i wuld definitely enjoy it with both of`em around man!! Anw I wuld just tok briefly bout my attachments there. I would say that life there is quite boring and monotonous cos we wun be able to help alot. MOstly observing. HOwever the nurses there are very good and im like the biggest guy around. Well i wuld like to comment on a nurse named ROSITA. She was somehow the best!! All of us liked her very much..humorous i wuld describe her =) Well a week there soon passed and nxt of all was my hospital attachments in Alexandra Hospital. Yet another hospital so far away haha!! However, i am glad that i can finally put wad i've learnt to use and im ready to experience doin things i've nv done b4!! Well my partners there are firstly the gals Louise and Xiang Yun and the boys my brudders Senping and Ruijin( Do ya not knoe him Sara??). I met up with them at Queenstown MRT on the first day. Guess wad happened on our first day there? Something funni as we took the wrong bus. All thanks to me i say, that caused all of us to be almost late... I`m sorry guys..lol. Anw, it was somehow boring as we started the day with some orientation, listening to some nurses there singing lullaby tunes which seems so hypnotic..wahahaha. Sorry dear nurses but im speaking the truth...lol!! The day ended when we were prepared to go home after a not so tiring day. Tuesday, the 2nd day was the beginning of the fun part. Well, time to take report 1st!! So tough haha...Anw after that was the start of bedmaking. Then it was the serving of breakfast. Well, this ward of mine is somehow a mini IMH to me and my fwens i tink. I looked at casenotes and saw that most was from IMH... I tink i shan't elaborate..patients news are confidential to outsiders..sorry. So i tink its onli 天知地知 and my partners and i knoe onli..haha. Right after breakfast was bathing time. At the start was somehow quite awkward and i didn't quite like it. However, as time passes it`s somehow quite fun. Soon the 2weeks passed briefly w/o much notice. This was due to the fact that fatigueness was filling up ourselves and i somehow did not knoe that time was passing realli fast man!! haha. The last day finally came. I would like to say that i've enjoyed it very much. All sorts of emotions were filling me up during these 2weeks at AH. Fun, laughter, joy and indignance too. Lemmi somehow elaborate indignance...lol! Well, there are 2 persons during my attachments that made me felt so..i wouldn't mention name. I guess u knoe whu the "male and female leads" are dudes..wahahaha!! What i somehow enjoyed was the de-briefing part of the last day of our attachments. We were in the tutorial room..the room which was filled with different kinds of emotions, happy sad and neutral (Senping i would use neutral to describe u lol...quite blatant) . Well...all of us were somehow asked by our lecturer to give some feedback. So when it came to me i just spoke my mind. Oh ya sth happened, a friend of mine was crying when the lecturer cam to her...however she told me she had already stopped. However when the lecturer came to me, she started crying again(i was told by her after that..haha..blamed again for making her cry other than taking the wrong bus). Well was my feedback realli so toucing lol..just speaking out my mind. The lecturer asked me to use one word to describe this attachment. So i used "reluctance". Well, it was somehow a feeling hard to describe when you are helping someone. I was so reluctant to leave Bed 31 uncle. I did not take care of him onli for 1 mere week but two. So i feel very close to him. At the moment when i was gonna leave, i went to bid farewell to him. I almost cried dudes...so sad. Well, but i somehow kept it inside. OK guys...i tink im done with my first post. I may come back with another post when i have sth to post...lol. Lastly, I would like to say that i realli miss the good times i've spent there. This attachment programme has definitely brought my partners and i closer and i really enjoyed it. Miss you guys and girls...cya nxt semester and all da best!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald advocated at 2135 =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34401241-115919174733168796?l=you-are-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/feeds/115919174733168796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34401241&amp;postID=115919174733168796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115919174733168796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34401241/posts/default/115919174733168796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-are-history.blogspot.com/2006/09/page-of-my-thoughts.html' title='A Page Of My Thoughts'/><author><name>Splendour` Of The Past</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253089775989067588</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>
