<?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-8141733</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:35:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>life of the simplicity....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219964481426207767</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141733.post-110622467274530923</id><published>2005-01-20T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T04:37:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first weeks of school</title><content type='html'>i broke my test tubes twice.....TWICE and it wasnt me who broke it the second time.iv had close to 10 tests in the past 2 weeks.n my mum didnt even show any appreciation for my a math marks. i had an A! What the...n my bro insisted on using the internet by shouting. how do u expect me to listen to him?couldnt take it anymore and i screamed back but he said fuck u......fine!WadEver.now hes telling me to get off the internet like he is my mother.AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh!crap him!have u ever wondered wat brothers are made 4?i mean my bro must have some serious programming error.he has a wide range of vulgarity vocabulary that im sure he was born with it, and with a temper to match...he can scare a WWF champ.crappiness.mayb im PMSing, but come on..who can live with this?=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141733-110622467274530923?l=ffcjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/feeds/110622467274530923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141733&amp;postID=110622467274530923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141733/posts/default/110622467274530923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141733/posts/default/110622467274530923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-weeks-of-school.html' title='first weeks of school'/><author><name>me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219964481426207767</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-8141733.post-109420026392738194</id><published>2004-09-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:31:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite things</title><content type='html'>what i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry ice cream with more strawberry&lt;br /&gt;polite people who are ...nice&lt;br /&gt;people who laugh and joke like the earth's just a sunny side up egg&lt;br /&gt;yes, fried eggs&lt;br /&gt;my pri sch&lt;br /&gt;my sec school friends&lt;br /&gt;civillisation 3&lt;br /&gt;ronald susilo and li jiawei&lt;br /&gt;J E E&lt;br /&gt;christmas&lt;br /&gt;and presents&lt;br /&gt;love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I DISLIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with egoes the size of pamela anderson's breast&lt;br /&gt;liars&lt;br /&gt;surveys!&lt;br /&gt;having a biology test together with a geography test&lt;br /&gt;teachers who look and speak like mouses&lt;br /&gt;teachers who talk about their falling diaphragms and intestines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8141733.post-109393648359880368</id><published>2004-08-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:14:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><content type='html'>today was teachers' day.i was so excited cuz i would be able to leave school early.the celebrations were wonderful and the performance exciting.the videos were so damn funny.(tkgs girls should noe).anyways the point of this posting was my trip back to my primary school.&lt;br /&gt;it had been years since i went back there.but i vowed never to go back there again next year and the year after and the year...i think u get the picture.so i was in a dilemma. i hate new surroundings with people whom i dont noe or lost contact with for quite some time, so i didnt noe if i wanted to go or not.but decided to when i got on the bus and saw tkgians planning to go back to my pri school.i knew i would regret it if i didnt go so i clenched my teeth and dropped infront of the school.everything had changed.the canteen, the staff room, the boards.gosh...it looked like someone just said hocus pocus and everything changed.but i felt the same warm feeling whenever i step into my pri school. i was glad i came. the smells of food, sweaty bodies oh, and the laughter of the pri school children.it was heart warming to see my juniors all grown up and some being prefects.a wave of deja vu hit me as i remembered my own experience as a prefect.sigh.i felt so old there and then.but a smile always stayed on my face as i took a last look at the school, breathed in the air and walked out, glad that i made the discision to make the trip back.life is unpredictable and i want to live it to the fullest.who cares about the vow about not going back? i can go as i please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sad leaving the school.i almost cried.it was just so sad to think that i would no longer be part of the school any longer. the time had come when i had to move on. but surprise surprise, i saw a car zoom out of this apartment block(was walking home u see)and i saw ronald susilo in his car. im sure it was him because both of us took second looks.1st time i saw, didnt believe it, 2nd time he looked at me quizzingly.i smiled a little and he drove off.i regretted that i didnt smile more readily or gave a thumbs up sign because i really wanted to encourage him after THE match at the olympics. i think jiawei was sitting beside him too so i wanted to encourage both of them as they tried his best and that was enough.i hope they get married soon!but hey, his presence made my day(i stopped feeling sorry for myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing was i had a really great chat with a friend of mine, Janani. we talked about everything under the sun, literally.i hoped i was a good advisor to her.she needed so much help in CERTAIN areas.but it was great...very interesting. its not everyday i get to make great friends you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141733-109393648359880368?l=ffcjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/feeds/109393648359880368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141733&amp;postID=109393648359880368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141733/posts/default/109393648359880368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141733/posts/default/109393648359880368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffcjp.blogspot.com/2004/08/tuesday.html' 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