<?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-3679553841141498453</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:39:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Freely Cause If You Guys Fall I'll Do My Best To Pick Y'all Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6969802119324547771</id><published>2010-07-11T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:48:23.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And after 3 months</title><content type='html'>Entering Seargent Cadet School tomorrow the feeling is the same as that when i was about to enter army 3 months ago. Im nervous apprehensive quivering in my boots. Still, 3 months down 6 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still brooding over the same few things. Is this becoming habitual ? I wonder. I'll be extremely upset with myself if i find out it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6969802119324547771?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6969802119324547771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6969802119324547771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6969802119324547771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6969802119324547771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-after-3-months.html' title='And after 3 months'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6157261266541678747</id><published>2010-04-23T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:40:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post</title><content type='html'>Today on the 23rd of April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Moi ate my last meal of taiwan as a singapore citizen. alone. &lt;br /&gt;Set 5 菜换成豆豆 curry 多一点。&lt;br /&gt;From here on out when i eat taiwan i shall be a NSF.&lt;br /&gt;Been eating taiwan alone more and more nowadays. Sucks when you eat taiwan alone&lt;br /&gt;the feeling just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely im more worried about army than my uni application. Kind of shows how short-sighted I am. Thinking about what lies straight ahead of me instead of my future. Strangely down hmm wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At taiwan I noticed this message on the wall actually i noticed it long ago except&lt;br /&gt;i never really paid it much attention except when i ate alone which is as said is happening ever more frequently. And here's what it says well the first half anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为  何  人  人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;了  必  情  生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小  长  总  相&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事  短  有  聚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤  来  甘  不&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感  计  苦  容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情  较  时  易&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I wrote it in traditional chinese text. Just in case your'e mentally challenged )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;Army soon will miss my family and friends. Turns out JC was just a break. 10 years as a monk. 2 years traveeling the world. Back to the monastery for another. Except this time there shared sleeping quarters and a hell lot of physical activity. Makes me wanna go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没自由啊，失自由啊，伤心痛心我眼泪流；&lt;br /&gt;每天茶伴饭，要我命啊，咸豆青菜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of that makes me remember all those shows lol here's a few of those catch phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biang biang sheng（不会写）&lt;br /&gt;1。我是能在水里游三天三夜,生吃鱼虾蟹,气也不喘的水上小白龙韦小宝! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2。我对你的景仰如滔滔江水连绵不绝，又如黄河泛滥一发不可收拾 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3。我是小眼睛小鼻子小嘴巴小耳朵小眉毛的韦小宝 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4。我是...如来佛组玉皇大帝观音菩萨指定取西经特派使者花果山睡莲动美猴王气田大圣孙悟空啊----------&lt;br /&gt;---帅到掉渣/不是你老公&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5。冰帮你个龙东枪 &lt;-- I always change this haha i always do ding dong instead of dong qiang haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all&lt;br /&gt;凉风有信,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋月无边,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亏我思娇的情绪好比度日如年,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我不是玉树临风,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;风流倜傥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我有广阔的胸襟加强健的臂弯...... I always get the bolded italix words wrong ah well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note. I just cant understand you. Just what are you tring to do now ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6157261266541678747?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6157261266541678747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6157261266541678747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6157261266541678747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6157261266541678747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-post.html' title='The Last Post'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5440717666977901234</id><published>2010-02-07T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:58:55.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>2009. wow&lt;br /&gt;cool year i guess.&lt;br /&gt;A's were fun i guess helped me relaise many things.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship was eye opening i guess. We learn the most stuff from our first i guess haha&lt;br /&gt;I learned alot of stuff in 1 year i guess. Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USS is cool i guess but the job is routine. But oh well guess not everything turns out the way you want it to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5440717666977901234?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5440717666977901234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5440717666977901234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5440717666977901234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5440717666977901234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2665059155205451821</id><published>2009-12-19T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:11:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favoritest song</title><content type='html'>Take me as i am&lt;br /&gt;Simon Webbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjiDTavtllA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjiDTavtllA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until the day i'll be walking on.&lt;br /&gt;to another palce jsut drift along.&lt;br /&gt;Till i find somebody who will be my gal make me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;Who will take me as i am. And thats where i will go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my destination. Woah&lt;br /&gt;Who will take me as i am. And never let it go.&lt;br /&gt;And be my inspiration. Oh girl be my inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2665059155205451821?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2665059155205451821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2665059155205451821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2665059155205451821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2665059155205451821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-favoritest-song.html' title='My new favoritest song'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6192099123512296578</id><published>2009-12-13T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:27:06.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong / Macau</title><content type='html'>How to travel between states/countries in china. haha&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;Things to note in china.&lt;br /&gt;Plane&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;1.People from mainland love to spit. Nose/Mouth/Wherever. &lt;div&gt;Day 2a&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; 2. Nobody likes to queue. They push their way through/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Train+MRT&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaHowaaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;cut the queue like theres nothing wrong. Its karma i tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3aaaaaadoaaaaaaaiaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; 3. Country with the ( is it still the biggest ? ) population in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MRT&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;world hasnt heard of traffic lights. I could count them with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;my fingers and toes. And maybe a few hairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferry&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;4. Jaywalking is a required skill. And you'd better be good at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;5. Oh and they smoke their lungs out. And no smoking signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;are really morefor decoration purposes only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Otherwise&lt;/span&gt; china is fun. erm yes. Things are cheap too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will upload photo of the pages on my passport soon. Is that against the law ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6192099123512296578?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6192099123512296578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6192099123512296578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6192099123512296578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6192099123512296578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/12/hong-kong-macau.html' title='Hong Kong / Macau'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2400456368878915315</id><published>2009-11-27T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:54:25.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO DO SI DO SI SO LA MI MI SO LAR RAY SI DO DO SI DO RAY SI DO DO SI LA DO SI LA DO SI LA DO SI LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6I2QqsIbxuk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6I2QqsIbxuk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha anyone want learn with me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2400456368878915315?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2400456368878915315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2400456368878915315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2400456368878915315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2400456368878915315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-random-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3938316325914010088</id><published>2009-11-20T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:15:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be the best. I just want to be better.</title><content type='html'>Thinking about the concept of best. Hmmm best has a nice ring to it. Like best means your'e well best. No one can beat you. People do their best in everything they do. Sounds great. But i never want to be doing my best or be the best. stuff like that. i think. best seems to imply being stagnant. You've already done your best, its ok. even if the results turn out less than perfect its ok when you've done your best. Huh ? doesnt make sense. Best seems to mean you cant improve anymore. Now thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I don't want to be the best. I just want to be better. lalalalaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3938316325914010088?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3938316325914010088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3938316325914010088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3938316325914010088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3938316325914010088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-be-best-i-just-want-to.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be the best. I just want to be better.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4120668477223467233</id><published>2009-11-18T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:22:02.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extremely Unfit. 14 to 1 Pull Up is bad. Really bad. Faster Faster Faster End End End As of now, 149 Hours 40 minutes. Left. +( 24*10 ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4120668477223467233?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4120668477223467233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4120668477223467233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4120668477223467233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4120668477223467233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/11/extremely-unfit.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5333072640228644999</id><published>2009-10-26T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:29:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>probably my last post before A's unless something hard hits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly it isnt a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to conclude that my parents arent exactly thinking. They have become obsessed with relative speed. All they can think of is not not getting into university. It's not failing a my A'Levels. A slight difference They just dont want me to retain/poly/take A's again. Which is different from NOT BEING ABLE TO ENTER UNIVERSITY. And hence I've come to the second conclusion is that they are trying to save face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dissapointing and worse is confronting about this issue will never yield proper results but rather vague answers like i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me： 要这样快来做什么 ？　　　( So fast for what )&lt;br /&gt;Them：不然你要做什么 ？       ( If not what you want do )&lt;br /&gt;Which is damn retarded cause they're not answering the question. Here the scenario proceeds down two possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1&lt;br /&gt;Stumped by their rebut I lapse into silence. And they proceed to work themselves into a rage and go&lt;br /&gt;Them: 回答我啦, 不然你要做什么 ？ A repeat of their previous question in a much louder voice&lt;br /&gt;Now under stress I conitnue to remain silent&lt;br /&gt;And the rest if the day goes by with them shooting disgusted looks at me whenever the opportunity presents them with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;I answer their question&lt;br /&gt;Me：都不用这样快， 可以慢慢来吗。 ( No need so fast what can slowly )&lt;br /&gt;Now stumped by my retort they decide to use their age&lt;br /&gt;Them：你还敢跟我顶嘴　？          ( You still dare to talk back ? )&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i cant say anymore or risk being slapped so i lapse into silence and&lt;br /&gt;the rest if the day goes by with them shooting disgusted looks at me whenever the opportunity presents them with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Sad eh ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5333072640228644999?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5333072640228644999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5333072640228644999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5333072640228644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5333072640228644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/10/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-1666884681129643206</id><published>2009-10-06T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:14:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like We're Dying !</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we fall down and can’t get back up &lt;br /&gt;We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough &lt;br /&gt;How come we don’t say I love you enough &lt;br /&gt;Till it’s to late, it’s not too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come &lt;br /&gt;We could make a feast from these crumbs &lt;br /&gt;And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun &lt;br /&gt;So if your life flashed before you &lt;br /&gt;What would you wish you would’ve done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… gotta start &lt;br /&gt;Lookin at the hand of the time we’ve been given here &lt;br /&gt;This is all we got and we gotta start pickin it &lt;br /&gt;Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin’ &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got &lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to &lt;br /&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em &lt;br /&gt;While we got the chance to say &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your plane fell out of the skies &lt;br /&gt;Who would you call with your last goodbyes &lt;br /&gt;Should be so careful who we live out our lives &lt;br /&gt;So when we long for absolution &lt;br /&gt;There’ll no one on the line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… gotta start &lt;br /&gt;Lookin at the hand of the time we’ve been given here &lt;br /&gt;This is all we got and we gotta start pickin it &lt;br /&gt;Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin’ &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got &lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to &lt;br /&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em &lt;br /&gt;While we got the chance to say &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we’re dying oh - like we’re dying [x2] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got &lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to &lt;br /&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em &lt;br /&gt;While we got the chance to say &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live - like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know a good thing till it’s gone &lt;br /&gt;You never see a crash until it’s head on &lt;br /&gt;All those people right when we’re dead wrong &lt;br /&gt;You never know a good thing till it’s gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… gotta start &lt;br /&gt;Lookin at the hand of the time we’ve been given here &lt;br /&gt;This is all we got and we gotta start livin it &lt;br /&gt;Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin’ &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got &lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to &lt;br /&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em &lt;br /&gt;While we got the chance to say &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we’re dying oh - like we’re dying [x2] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got &lt;br /&gt;86 400 seconds in a day to &lt;br /&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em &lt;br /&gt;While we got the chance to say &lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;br /&gt;Live like we’re dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to have regrets ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-1666884681129643206?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/1666884681129643206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=1666884681129643206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1666884681129643206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1666884681129643206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-like-were-dying.html' title='Live Like We&apos;re Dying !'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-1339534001007184532</id><published>2009-10-02T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:22:15.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will i make it ? Its really as simple as that. Of course you never find easy answers for simple questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your'e stuck in a sealed room. No doors no windows no gaps of any kind. There is a mirror and a table. How do you get out ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling returned. haha The obsession with knowing an answer. I love PJC !! or their prelims at least&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-1339534001007184532?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/1339534001007184532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=1339534001007184532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1339534001007184532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1339534001007184532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-i-make-it-its-really-as-simple-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8782528161814486903</id><published>2009-09-13T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:48:04.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's simple really.</title><content type='html'>All we need to do is forgive. Easier said than done but still worth a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow ribbon was derived from this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home, I've done my time&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;If you received my letter tellin' you I'd soon be free&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;It's been three long years&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want me?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Forget about us&lt;br /&gt;Put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver, please look for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see&lt;br /&gt;I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key&lt;br /&gt;A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free&lt;br /&gt;I wrote and told her please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole damn bus is cheering&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I see&lt;br /&gt;A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8782528161814486903?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8782528161814486903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=8782528161814486903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8782528161814486903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8782528161814486903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-simple-really.html' title='It&apos;s simple really.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-841923421576176661</id><published>2009-09-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:39:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Massive Fail Prelim :(&lt;br /&gt;Sianz bananas this week is start week ! &lt;br /&gt;lalalala see you on the other side hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-841923421576176661?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/841923421576176661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=841923421576176661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/841923421576176661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/841923421576176661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/09/massive-fail-prelim-sianz-bananas-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7152805051187594473</id><published>2009-08-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:27:48.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deaths are intertwined.</title><content type='html'>El Dia de Los Muertos Borrachos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Novio Cadáver &lt;br /&gt;This is the legendary Novio Cadáver (literally the "Corpse Groom"). Legend has it that he was so nervous on the day of his wedding that he had a few drinks to calm his nerves before driving to the ceremony. Tragically, he overestimated his ability to drive drunk, and never made it to his own wedding. His Bitchin' Meatcar was found wrapped around a tree, and his body was found lying to the left, and the right, and ten feet ahead of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Padre Cadáver&lt;br /&gt;This is the legendary Padre Cadáver (literally the "Corpse Priest"). Legend has it that he died during a wedding ceremony that went horrendously awry. When the groom failed to show up, the bride got drunk, ripped off her clothes, and jumped into the whitewater rapids for an ill-fated attempt at skinnydipping. The Padre was so shocked (or titillated) by her behavior that he suffered a fatal heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Novia Cadáver &lt;br /&gt;This is the legendary Novia Cadáver (literally, the "Corpse Bride"). Legend has it that her no-good boyfriend failed to show up on their wedding day, so she killed herself in a paroxysm of grief. &lt;br /&gt;Actually, she downed seven or eight martinis, stripped off her wedding dress, and went for a drunken skinnydip in the whitewater rapids of Whitey's Grove. Still, it was a tragic end to a white wedding (though it was a nice day for it, all things considered). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Persona Inocente Cadáver&lt;br /&gt;This is the legendary spirit known as La Persona Inocente Cadáver (I think you can figure this out on our own). The legend has it that on the day he died, he was enjoying a peaceful day kayaking down the river in Whitey's Grove, knocking back beers and taking in the scenery. Suddenly, out of nowhere a naked woman jumped into the river, capsizing his boat. He was unable to make it to the shore (probably because he was swimming with a six-pack of beer under one arm) and drowned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. How death s intertwined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7152805051187594473?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7152805051187594473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7152805051187594473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7152805051187594473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7152805051187594473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-deaths-are-intertwined.html' title='How Deaths are intertwined.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4112726784725182577</id><published>2009-08-21T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:44:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your'e down and low</title><content type='html'>When your'e down and low&lt;br /&gt;Lower than the floor&lt;br /&gt;And you think that you ain't got a chance&lt;br /&gt;Bom Bom Bom&lt;br /&gt;Dont make a move till your'e in the groove &lt;br /&gt;And do the Peter Panda Dance&lt;br /&gt;Hop three times like a kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Sidestep twice just like those crabs do&lt;br /&gt;Three steps forward one step back&lt;br /&gt;Quick as a turtle lie on your back&lt;br /&gt;Roll like a log till you can't roll no more&lt;br /&gt;Better jump up quick like there ain't no floor &lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath step to the left&lt;br /&gt;And that's the Peter I swear that's the Peter&lt;br /&gt;That's the Peter Panda Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毛歌 so kindly taught to me by SOME EMO SHIT IN JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人的身上都有毛， 只是长的地方不一样&lt;br /&gt;你问我是什么毛， 现在就让你知道&lt;br /&gt;长在头上的毛叫头毛&lt;br /&gt;长在眼上的毛叫眼毛&lt;br /&gt;眼毛下面有胸毛， 胸毛下面有脚毛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一种毛长得很奇怪， 月亮和星星都照不到&lt;br /&gt;你问我是什么毛， 举起双手就知道。&lt;br /&gt;还有一种毛长得很奇怪， 月亮和星星都照不到&lt;br /&gt;你问我是什么毛， 脱下裤子就知道。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4112726784725182577?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4112726784725182577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4112726784725182577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4112726784725182577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4112726784725182577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-down-and-low.html' title='When your&apos;e down and low'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3698216756562231766</id><published>2009-07-31T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:04:42.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true that the only way for one to grow is through adversity ?</title><content type='html'>WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NO TIME. IT's My gp essay without the examples too lazy to type it out. I just felt like this was one of my favorite essay ever. ITs so easy to relate to it. haha hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoatsDance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first sentient being, all organisms have strived to improve, to make life better for themselves. In the human context this meant to hunt better to gather better, in other words to improve ourselves in order to better our chances of survival. This constant desire for growrth has led to the notion that the only way for growth is to experience hardship. However I feel differently and instead feel that practise, mimicry and self discovery are also avenues for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion that adversity is an avenue for growth is not untrue. Going through adversity is often a consequence caused by a decision made by us or people around us. These problems are in fact reports on what these actions have caused and from these reports we learn what was done wrong and could have been improved and what was right. We then carry with us what we have learnt and bring these lessons when making future decisions, applying what we have learnt so the mistakes are not repeated. This whole process of knowing what went wrong and learning from them is known as "growth". A prime example of this would be blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are other ways of to experience growth. One such avenue is through practise. Practise is in fact essential for growth. Knowing what went wrong is insufficient for growth. It is important that we understand what went wrong and then apply this knowledge into our future endeavours. This process being known as practise. As we practise we realise our flaws and improve again making it a cycle of growth. This is seen in blah blah. All this is only acquired via growth by constant practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly another form of growth would be via mimicry. Though the term "mimicry" generally gives people an impression of being sneaky and of theft of ideas. However in essence mimicry is what guides us along the path of growth. We copy those who are better than us, learn their tricks, memorise their patterns. We then fuse this with our own knowledge and attain new levels in whatever disciplines we may be pursuing. The simplest and most obvious example being blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly the hardest form of growth though the most valuable are those achieved by self-discovery. "Don't follow trails left by others, but instead blaze a trail and let others follow." This form of discovery is the one that opens up new vistas of knowledge by daring to go places where others have not. Though potentially disastrous, the rewards are well worth the effort and sacrifice. This growth via self discovery is what is required to keep humanity moving forward as it generates new knowledge. Blah Blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion though adversity motivates growth, it cannot stand alone. Though practise and mimicry can help, they are not sufficient. Hence all four are not separate entities but complements of one another. "Man's mind once stretched by a new idea will never return to its original dimensions." And that in essence is what growth is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada my gp essay. Lalalla It ended up nearing 800 words with the examples though even then it was complete. haha hope you all like it. Dont steal my essay !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE AGE OF BOYBANDS !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3698216756562231766?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3698216756562231766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3698216756562231766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3698216756562231766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3698216756562231766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-true-that-only-way-for-one-to.html' title='Is it true that the only way for one to grow is through adversity ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7605179663383919760</id><published>2009-07-23T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:45:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fire Poi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pair of weighted balls on a pair of strings. The balls are stuffed with cotton soaked in paraffin, so you can light them on fire and do killer flaming tricks with them, such as the "butterfly," the "flower," and the "oh my god my crotch is on fire seriously man put it out put it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm amazing how much can happen in a week. Anyways heres a rundown of what happened. 1+1=2. There it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7605179663383919760?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7605179663383919760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7605179663383919760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7605179663383919760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7605179663383919760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire-poi-this-is-pair-of-weighted-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4408032338024906587</id><published>2009-07-10T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:08:51.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm getting worked up over small things these days. time to get a fresher perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4408032338024906587?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4408032338024906587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4408032338024906587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4408032338024906587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4408032338024906587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-getting-worked-up-over-small-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4188771023055600605</id><published>2009-07-09T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:59:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he just got back his result slip.&lt;br /&gt;he just showed his result slip to his parents&lt;br /&gt;he is now in a sea of rage and a pond of misery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4188771023055600605?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4188771023055600605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4188771023055600605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4188771023055600605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4188771023055600605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-just-got-back-his-result-slip.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6110683814525472734</id><published>2009-07-03T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:00:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fkkkk i jsut pulled out my window grill my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;3 simple steps to pull out your wndow grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a jammed window grill by leaving it alone for 3 years besides when you want to open it to get more fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to repair the jammed grill and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch in amazement as the window grill in front of the one you repaired come flying out and hit you on your forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will uplaod photos soon. And no i didnt do it intentionally dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6110683814525472734?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6110683814525472734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6110683814525472734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6110683814525472734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6110683814525472734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/fkkkk-i-jsut-pulled-out-my-window-grill.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3658362725701369851</id><published>2009-07-02T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:24:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A million masks which to wear ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3658362725701369851?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3658362725701369851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3658362725701369851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3658362725701369851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3658362725701369851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/07/million-masks-which-to-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5990938603092333951</id><published>2009-06-30T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:15:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aha</title><content type='html'>And so to put a smile on everyone's glum faces i have decided to put a joke here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was hyper drunk when he reached home one night.&lt;br /&gt;At his doorstep he heard his house clock cuckoo three times. And he thought Damnn if my wide finds out im home so late im dead. And then a brilliant idea strikes him. He thinks all i have to do is cuckoo nine more times and my wife will think its only Midnight. And so feeling damn brilliant he cuckoos 9 more times and then goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, his wife asks him "hey what time were you home last night ?" And the man replies innocently "why just like i told you of course at midnight." And the wife says "Thats great but dear we need a new cuckoo clock" and the man feeling scared says " why ?" And the wife says&lt;br /&gt; "Last night the cuckoo clock cuckooed 3 times said Damn&lt;br /&gt; Cuckooed 2 more times Farted&lt;br /&gt; Cuckood 5 more times Cleared its Throat &lt;br /&gt; Cuckooed 2 more times and started laughing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and i failed my mid year i failed my mid years feeling dumb haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio  49 E &lt;--hyper dissapointed in my grades.&lt;br /&gt;Chem 49 E &lt;--Amused that ia actually passed&lt;br /&gt;Math 39 U &lt;--Super dissapointed seeing as i studied hard for this&lt;br /&gt;Econs   S &lt;-- ?? No comments&lt;br /&gt;GP   51 D &lt;--Stagnant as usual except this time my essay sucked but my compre pulled me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points = 29 ? = suck + PW = 37.5 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how all 3 of the H2 are 1 mark aways from the next grade ? Yeah.. i did !@$#%$@^#$^ !! Just imagine 3 marks to get a increment of 10 goddam points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing new points = 39 + PW = 46.5 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one sounds nicer eh ? 46.5 or a 37.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5990938603092333951?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5990938603092333951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5990938603092333951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5990938603092333951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5990938603092333951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/aha.html' title='aha'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3364177125393470880</id><published>2009-06-28T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:23:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No hair left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3364177125393470880?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3364177125393470880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3364177125393470880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3364177125393470880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3364177125393470880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hair-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7013127131406160203</id><published>2009-06-24T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:21:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>Cold Turkey. Brrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7013127131406160203?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7013127131406160203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7013127131406160203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7013127131406160203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7013127131406160203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/cold-turkey.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8256586770367428244</id><published>2009-06-22T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:02:17.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious And Dumb Videos</title><content type='html'>Gahmen Song ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjEh60Q5g34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjEh60Q5g34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8256586770367428244?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8256586770367428244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=8256586770367428244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8256586770367428244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8256586770367428244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilarious-and-dumb-videos.html' title='Hilarious And Dumb Videos'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-62331369170554793</id><published>2009-06-21T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:26:27.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/Sj0NHr1dxBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7xzLu5IsHQU/s1600-h/coffee-dancing-goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349446358063236114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/Sj0NHr1dxBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7xzLu5IsHQU/s320/coffee-dancing-goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rockmaster 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Serial No. NM98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rank 114/115&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Out of ??? climbers. There were ties haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rockmaster 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Serial No. NM114&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rank 91/135&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Out of 141 climbers. There were ties haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improvement !!! i Made it past the 100 mark XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random picture of a dancing goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont really count other competitions i went to cause the competiton was too weak. So not counted. This competiton places me against JC's Uni's Poly's and ITE's. And trust me those ITE guys are good who says they are useless ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well calculation for the first puts me at about 99% percentile haha Second competion places me at about 67% haha yayayaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rockmaster First and Last cometiton Great ! Climbing really did change me i guess. Guess imma continue climbing whether competitively im not sure. but definitely gonna climb more. As was painted on the wall during Boulderactive 2009 "The only cure to Gravity is Climbing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of changes though my URL has changed theres a reason for the change you know initially maristphantomrocmocer was acutally just a string of words explanation below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marist Phantoms was the name of my scout troop in secondary school it means alot to me i guess i made really good friends there and everything. Ahaha we still hang out and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocmocer is well a term of being in rocmoc haha i think i got fitter here hmm not think, i did get fitter anyways i made friends here too not the same as in scouts but good all the same just more competitive ones haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well these two organisations did change my life as im sure many others will in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new one tears over shirts haha was another event that lead to a series of events that i now find hyper amusing the kind that gives you a stupid smile on your face everytime you think about it. The events are still going on in a way i guess so ive yet to know how it ends. You know how books always write "So now a chapter closes and another begins" I dont think they ever really close. Cause life mine anways isnt split into many paragraphs its just a long thriller thats gonna leave everyone glued to their seats Oh Yeah Glued to Your Seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-62331369170554793?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/62331369170554793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=62331369170554793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/62331369170554793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/62331369170554793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-over-xd.html' title='It&apos;s Over XD'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/Sj0NHr1dxBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7xzLu5IsHQU/s72-c/coffee-dancing-goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2072984579164183517</id><published>2009-06-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:39:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATES YOUSSSS STUPID UlCERS</title><content type='html'>I have two ulcer about 5mm from each other near he outside of the lips. So now i cant close my mputh properly. More like i dont dare to. Stupid ulcers. Now i know finally after all this time that two negatives dont make a positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2072984579164183517?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2072984579164183517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2072984579164183517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2072984579164183517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2072984579164183517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hates-youssss-stupid-ulcers.html' title='I HATES YOUSSSS STUPID UlCERS'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7794485981513965484</id><published>2009-06-09T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:02:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning a life long thing ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm Me is deviating from standard education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;--not studying as hard as im supposed to. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And trying to find out about 3 different things at this point in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No.1 Evolution of Bipedalism and how that has lead to evolution of the modern human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No.2 Self-Learning to paly a musical instrument ( Shant say waht it is ) This is proving to be damn difficult seeing as i have no absolutely no background in music. Besides the music lessons from P1 to Sec 2 Which isnt proving to be much of a help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No.3 The bio research im supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No.3 Takes least priority on my list while No.2 is top haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weee research is so fun especially when you see a page full of weird symbols and realse you still have a long long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm a little insight in my research thus far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------Warning can be quite boring if you arent interested in butts----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that the process of running is a process by which you are constantly falling down ? The only reason why we dont is that we are "catching ourselves" at exactly the right moment to sustain running haha. Guess which body part helps you do that ? Gluteus Maximus namely the butt. Which has over the years evolved to become larger proportinally. As a professor at Harvard whose name currently escapes me said on National Geographic "The beauty of evolution has led to the a enlargening of our butts which are now much larger as compared to the pathetic little ones the chimps have" &lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exact wording lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and nipples are useless in male mammals they are just formed during embryonic development before the sex is determined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7794485981513965484?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7794485981513965484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7794485981513965484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7794485981513965484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7794485981513965484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-life-long-thing.html' title='Learning a life long thing ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7428966250152602032</id><published>2009-06-08T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:36:50.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Six Songs Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is important please look at my blog at let the music play for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;at least 1 min 23 seconds if by then you're still not interested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bye bye XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Six Songs Collide-Norwegian Recycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; heheh who said remixes weren't nice ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im Yours&lt;br /&gt;2. Collide&lt;br /&gt;3. Superman&lt;br /&gt;4. ??? A Girl i suppose&lt;br /&gt;5. A boyzone song dont know the title&lt;br /&gt;6. Here Without you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO tia ka high !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7428966250152602032?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7428966250152602032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7428966250152602032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7428966250152602032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7428966250152602032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-six-songs-collide.html' title='How Six Songs Collide'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3251882740601949236</id><published>2009-06-05T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:59:28.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Mercedes ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby, gonna cash it right in for a new mercedes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heels Over Head-BLG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3251882740601949236?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3251882740601949236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3251882740601949236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3251882740601949236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3251882740601949236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-mercedes.html' title='My New Mercedes ^.^'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4988179022231108381</id><published>2009-06-02T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:22:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feeling kinda down failed math accodring to my math teacher anyway i think that was what he was trying to imply and i worked hard to try and pass it to :( no gonna get scolded pretty badly by my parents &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But i shall 化悲愤为力量 is that written right ? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt; and try harder. That seems to be the only thing im good at redirecting anger and misery towards my goal and using it to overcome my obstacles. Ah well shan't elaborate. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt; that was dramatic but i couldnt put it in a less dramatic form teach me if you want to i'd be willing to learn unless you're a asshole who likes to brag of course.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Secondly stop making presumptions/assumptions/other umptions you stupid little girl. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4988179022231108381?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4988179022231108381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4988179022231108381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4988179022231108381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4988179022231108381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmph.html' title='Hmph'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2854141295283572899</id><published>2009-05-30T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:12:41.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Climbing Me s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SiDbNWV_lvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sef0ED4B3_M/s1600-h/Climbing+Me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510180444018418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SiDbNWV_lvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sef0ED4B3_M/s320/Climbing+Me+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is a Climbing Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SiDbEv68s8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eP1q48y8HxY/s1600-h/Climbing+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510032691082178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SiDbEv68s8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eP1q48y8HxY/s320/Climbing+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thats Another Climbing Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nah not really the words on the red wall read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;" Climbing is the only cure for gravity "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So True So True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now its really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2854141295283572899?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2854141295283572899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2854141295283572899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2854141295283572899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2854141295283572899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/climbing-me.html' title='Climbing Me'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SiDbNWV_lvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sef0ED4B3_M/s72-c/Climbing+Me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7307282980028047175</id><published>2009-05-28T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:41:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Thats what describes me right now i am at a lost to what to do now. No motivation to really play no motivation to study no motivation to do nothing. Exams are over want to take a break but somehow or rather this time feels different. I used to want to stay at home and rest and use the computer but now its DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN Boring at home nothing to do. Computer is just a temporary distraction. Hmm as for the mid years....i don't think i'll do as well as compared to common tests neertheless i might get 40 points ( not including my PW ) which pointless. Err hoping to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bio&lt;br /&gt;U - Chem&lt;br /&gt;E - Math&lt;br /&gt;E - Econs&lt;br /&gt;D - Gp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding up yo about 17.5+0+10+5+6.25= 38.75 = 39 which isn't 40 which kinda sucks and thats assuming i got what i expected...which doesnt always happen. The first in class thing definitely isn't there any more :) which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway mid years are over time for the june hols to catch up YEAHHHH june hols im psyched up for june hols hee hee time to go have some revision fun. And im seriously looking forward to it for some perverse reason unbeknownst to me hmm did i spell that correct ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with the majority ? of the class tomorow think it's gonna be quite cool but still i'd rather go play some sports or something or do something that will get my heart to pump faster I havent excercised in a 3 Weeks ~~~ gimme a minute to count the number of pull-ups i can do now. ( seriously doing it ).... hmm 10 so thats a drop by 3 and a i just realised how badly my hands area affected by rockclimbing. All i did was 10 pull-ups and now the 3 fingers in the middle can hardly straighten AAH fuck too much crimping &lt;--Technical Term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow morning shall be to climb @ 8.30 in the morning then go for QTS then bath and what not before meeting the class. Hmm what else was there there are few songs anyone reading this might wanna check out err forst on the list would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her Diamonds by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;2. Drifting By Andy Mckee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There actually is only one cause the second is music not a song. Both catchy not rock almost country but not country either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nothing much left to say reflecting on this psot its kinda boring as it's all about me oh well&lt;br /&gt; I Love Myself !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7307282980028047175?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7307282980028047175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7307282980028047175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7307282980028047175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7307282980028047175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5164517688631019691</id><published>2009-05-25T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:45:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Faith ? Maybe</title><content type='html'>So many things to think about firstly i feel like i'm placing too much emphasis on this mid-years and that i'm losing sight of the the long-term goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well rest time is over i'll elaborate more another day this post is gonna be long i guess i'll write t another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5164517688631019691?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5164517688631019691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5164517688631019691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5164517688631019691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5164517688631019691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/losing-faith-maybe.html' title='Losing Faith ? Maybe'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3732546543817218946</id><published>2009-05-21T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:01:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Years + Stress = Pimples</title><content type='html'>Hmm just here to type on random stuff again as is usual. Anyway just another theory that i came up with its 100% original though someone may have thought of it before me anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is Golden&lt;br /&gt;Silence=Golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold is rare&lt;br /&gt;Gold=Rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence=Rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop asking me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to the main point mid-years are currently under way 4 papers more to take think i might pass math for once in my life. But everything is a balance right ? So in return for that E grade in math.  Drumroll please............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I most probably get a U grade for chem. o.O Now that wasnt so impactful was it ? Anyways Ng Keng Yang is having the sudden growth of many pimples suddenly which is a pain in the ass. Not acne mind you just more pimples than are necessary. He therefore attributes this to blah blah you get the idea. Hmm im getting bored typing my own blog. Amazing what globalisation can do to you these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and final point Finally..&lt;br /&gt;I have a super short memory span. ( this is weird cause it only applies to some stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study One: Keng Yang does GP essay. Keng Yang finishes GP essay, end of paper keng yang walks out of the hall. Friend asks what question you do. Keng Yang says "2" ( cant remember the exact number already now ). Up till now no problems right ? So friends asks which question was that. Keng Yang "err lemme think... times passes....more time passes.... eh shit i can remember". Friend "WTH ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study Two: Keng Yang sits down at bench. I can remember the exact details anways lets fast forward to the retarded part. Friend "Ok la my class" Keng Yang "Oh shit what's my class ?...Was is S07 SO8 SO9 dang...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i thereby conclude im getting alzheimers.....hmm what was this post about again ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3732546543817218946?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3732546543817218946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3732546543817218946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3732546543817218946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3732546543817218946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-years-stress-pimples.html' title='Mid Years + Stress = Pimples'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6979624462188679998</id><published>2009-05-06T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:41:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt;And do they know&lt;br /&gt;The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;When were grey and old cos I have been told&lt;br /&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;So when Im lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the love is dead&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;When Im feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;br /&gt;I look above&lt;br /&gt;And I know Ill always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take meI know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether Im right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she wont forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Im loving angels instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6979624462188679998?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6979624462188679998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6979624462188679998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6979624462188679998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6979624462188679998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-i-sit-and-wait-does-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5271404066496164122</id><published>2009-05-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:35:55.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am absolutely disgusted with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My morals are degrading. why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5271404066496164122?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5271404066496164122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5271404066496164122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5271404066496164122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5271404066496164122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-absolutely-disgusted-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7021058092194821267</id><published>2009-05-01T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:31:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things around me</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts running around my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. If i cease to trust other people i cease to be human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Came in on wednesday morning i have no idea why it came into my mind )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. That rocmoc really has done alot for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( After i left rocmoc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. I slacked alot in rocmoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( During self-reflection when is was on the bus going home )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. That i have to learn how not to auto-focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( After my conversation with a few friends )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. To learn anything you need to first understand its language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( On last friday night during conversation with Mr Lim i suddenly thought of this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Every subject has his own langauge e.g. Math/Bio/Chem all have their own language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( Upon further exploration of the concept when i reflected at home )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Random thoughts run around my head alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I realised this when i was typing this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And a song buzzing round my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can wait forever by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i cant lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everytime i leave my heart turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i wanna come back home to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause i just can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But i can wait, i can wait forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you call my hearts stops beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you gone it won't stop bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But i can wait, i can wait forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rain and i like the darkness when i wake up every morning. Does that make me abnormal ? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7021058092194821267?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7021058092194821267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7021058092194821267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7021058092194821267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7021058092194821267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-around-me.html' title='Things around me'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7606872389207186299</id><published>2009-04-19T22:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:25:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an interesting post read it !</title><content type='html'>Just a random quote i saw on TV mobile..or was it mobile TV ? H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt; cant remember now anyway they always have these quotes below and i saw one that really set me thinking. Anyways it went something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deep down in our hearts, our biggest fear is the unimaginable power inside us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me thinking on how true and how not true this is. I guess we really are capable of doing amazing things when we set our minds to it, but i feel that some other things are insurmountable. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy really really likes quotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nakama&lt;/span&gt;, Esprit De corps, 兄弟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with the above on S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aturday&lt;/span&gt; night not some high class place just a coffee shop and then of to one of their houses to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xmen&lt;/span&gt; Wolverines Origins or something like that. Movie Sucks..really really sucks&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*10^8&lt;/span&gt; its one of those movies made to attract &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people but no effort was put in to make the plot cohesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bio we just learnt this new thing in the nervous system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The roles and Functions of synapses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilitation and Summation&lt;br /&gt;Each stimuli arriving at another synapse may render the synapse more sensitive to a weaker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stimuli&lt;/span&gt;. This occurs at some synapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this basically means is that if a stimuli is too small for us to feel it the first time, subsequent stimuli of the same frequency will have a higher chance of us feeling it as we are more "sensitized"&lt;br /&gt;e.g. When someone calls your name you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hear it but the next time they do you actually hear it, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found another dumb analogy i always come up with ! Works for me anyways. When you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; study for mid years you feel guilty see ? like me now however the stimuli is not great enough to cause a reaction. However as the days creep nearer you feel more and more guilty (sensitizing). And finally one day the stimuli is finally large enough to set you studying !!! Applies to lazy dudes like me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers have influenced me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; over my life so Thank You all my teachers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter if one thinks another is no good ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7606872389207186299?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7606872389207186299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7606872389207186299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7606872389207186299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7606872389207186299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-interesting-post-read-it.html' title='This is an interesting post read it !'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8170497336905079525</id><published>2009-04-10T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:03:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What its like to feel like you've lost</title><content type='html'>hmmm pw the profound loss of 1.25 points hit me a few minutes after i recieved my results, i felt defeated with 68.8% of everyone getting A getting a B just feels so bad i guess and then you start hearing the cheers and screams and i just left the hall to go for training cause i just don't want to be there. No more 90 points is guess. I want to get 80 points and above or rather i must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8170497336905079525?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8170497336905079525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=8170497336905079525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8170497336905079525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8170497336905079525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-its-like-to-feel-like-youve-lost.html' title='What its like to feel like you&apos;ve lost'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5648722174658039710</id><published>2009-04-09T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:58:42.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im tired of it</title><content type='html'>This post shall be a rant post and don't bother reading this if you aren't interested in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2009&lt;br /&gt;At 8.30pm i reached home a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt; in my PW grade but otherwise delighted for my school i shared the news with my friends. I mean its not like you get to say "hey my school improved from 7% to 68%" everyday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt; for this achievement. So i decided to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt; as well. Well she decided to ignore me but she does that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; so i just walked out of the room to take a bath. Well i came out feeling cold and what not and there my sister was saying "so what was the improvement ?" And so i decided to tell her. Shit begins here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had that disbelieving look and she said "what ?" and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; she hadn't heard properly and i repeated myself. And she said "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; Believe". And she went on to rattle on about how our teachers must have marked leniently and how even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt; barely hit 30%. And so i decided to rebut her by saying that during her year out school was 7%. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt; might have improved with us for all we know. And then she said "I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; believe". And i said "its because its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt; isn't it". And hey she said "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; pissed i was when she said that ? What the fuck do you mean by yes because its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt; that's why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; believe. Do you have a problem with SR ? just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you're from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AJC&lt;/span&gt; doesn't give you the right to look down upon others. So what if you have been in the top few classes all your life, your attitude towards others simply sucks to the core. If i were to describe your faults with two adjectives it would be "pride, selfish". You think that just because you got 83 points everyone will like you ? Those points simply mean you worked harder and what's the point of having such a high score if your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt; sucks ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt; is as good as any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; though we are less academically inclined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; 100% sure that our school spirit definitely is equal to if not better than other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;JCs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school is just some mugger dog school where people steal each other's notes just to try and get ahead of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5648722174658039710?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5648722174658039710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5648722174658039710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5648722174658039710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5648722174658039710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired-of-it.html' title='Im tired of it'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-445604901037043568</id><published>2009-04-08T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:20:02.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you grow up</title><content type='html'>hmm i realised that people who graduate from maris stella tend to be ultra times 10 to the power of 8 vulgar. and like every sentence tends to be punctuated with a vulgarity of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vulgar vocabulary used to be far reaching and extensive though coming to JC seems to have dramatically shortened my otherwise poetic recitation of vulgarities when someone irritates me. Which is almost sad if not for the fact that vulgarities are after all vulgarities. However despite all that i still feel that vulgarities are sometimes the best adjectives for someone is just a vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. When someone really irritates you and you're damn pissed off and you say "fuck off". How are you going to put it across that you'e angry ? "sex off" certainly doesn't help. "im angry with you" doesn't help either. Somehow these words don't pack the oomph or the weight that fuck off carries. so yes i feel that vulgarities should be used to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i really admire some people who don't say vulgarities though they shall not be named these people somehow are all girls and at the moment i can only think of 1 in my class and i've only heard her say the F word once and that's this year...Hmm growing up does change you i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next point I AM A LAZY BUGGER. but im smart ^^ i think. So lets all be happy and dance with the butterflies over the rainbow and whatnot o.O can't believe i typed that. but oh well can't believe i did many things either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage isn't having no fear Courage is having the strength to overcome fear.&lt;br /&gt;(old but effective quote told to me by some senior in scouts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-445604901037043568?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/445604901037043568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=445604901037043568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/445604901037043568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/445604901037043568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What happens when you grow up'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3723540124512422817</id><published>2009-04-05T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:35:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long post ahead</title><content type='html'>Just ended rocmoc camp. It turned out to be rather forgettable. Just another camp i guess. It also gave me quite a bad impression on some J1's and a lasting one on others. Hmm. Nightwalk was alright i guess a few hitches in the beggining but i guess it's alright haha it's nice to know when a plan you're part of comes to fruition i guess. The route was alrght i guess but maybe its because i walked the place alone about 10 times i guess. The only reason this happened was cause i kept getting conned by people into walking there.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher " eh keng yang tell where the exit is ".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher " eh keng yang walk with i want to tell you something about the route "&lt;br /&gt;Fellow programmer " eh lets go mark out the route for the J1's "&lt;br /&gt;Fellow programmer " lets go feplot the ghosts"&lt;br /&gt;Junior " i too scared. can walk with me ? " &lt;--  wouldnt norma;ly have done it but she was crying while i was telling her the route -.- what the fuck ?&lt;br /&gt;The other times was due to some random duty or another that i decided i should do to make sure things went on smoothly so i wasnt conned into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 1. slept at 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows the rest of the camp was really boring i guess. for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm read some posts and i decided that friends are rare things XD&lt;br /&gt;another flitting around is that my class is quite unproductive during lessons -.- ah and yes people will read this and they'll bitch about it and what not and after 1 week they'll forget about it an will only remember that they dislike me XD. A few things i dont like hmm its noisy its unroductive people and people derive humour from other people's awkwardness the last part was hypocritical i guess. but oh well too lazy to change it anyway. yes yes dislike me and then best of all leave me alone XD. then maybe i'll be able to go through 1 full school day without someone trying to make a joke out of me. and then can mug hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone can spur people on to do many things sometimes even foolish things. hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3723540124512422817?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3723540124512422817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3723540124512422817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3723540124512422817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3723540124512422817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-post-ahead.html' title='Long post ahead'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4182047066748446847</id><published>2009-03-29T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:48:32.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping with it</title><content type='html'>No.1 My sister is in hospital&lt;br /&gt;No.2 I got sick looking after my sister in the hopsital&lt;br /&gt;No.3 I havent done any homework&lt;br /&gt;No.4 I did badly for my common test, not relatively, but in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+2+3+4=No.5&lt;br /&gt;No.5 Life is pretty screwed up at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4182047066748446847?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4182047066748446847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4182047066748446847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4182047066748446847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4182047066748446847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/coping-with-it.html' title='Coping with it'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8723937419071770416</id><published>2009-03-27T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:23:57.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass</title><content type='html'>If only you would stop treating me like the plague you would see that im as norm as norm should be -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8723937419071770416?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8723937419071770416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=8723937419071770416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8723937419071770416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8723937419071770416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2636844480257046820</id><published>2009-03-24T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:54:27.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowdown</title><content type='html'>And heres the marks for my Common Test o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology-----E&lt;---i super disspointed in myself&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry--B&lt;---Kinda Surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics-U&lt;---Unsurprisingly&lt;br /&gt;Economics---S&lt;--Its an improvement ! and may there by many more&lt;br /&gt;General Paper---E&lt;---Blehh not very good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Points=10+17.5+2.5+5=35 !!!! AISEHHH Keng Yang siaaa yay if this was promos i promoted ! but this isnt promos so it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2636844480257046820?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2636844480257046820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2636844480257046820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2636844480257046820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2636844480257046820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/lowdown.html' title='Lowdown'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7549892256765054836</id><published>2009-03-22T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:11:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yang</title><content type='html'>schools in ! game r out again haha. Lets GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7549892256765054836?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7549892256765054836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7549892256765054836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7549892256765054836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7549892256765054836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/yang.html' title='yang'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6912190999512897609</id><published>2009-03-17T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:30:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Board Games o.O</title><content type='html'>have been going to settlers cafe to play board games lately thanks jasmine for introing me haha now a few predictions on my common test ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology-pass&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry-pass&lt;br /&gt;Math-Fail-&lt;-&lt;-this isnt a predition this is fact and if it doesnt come true i'll chop of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Economics-Gray area&lt;br /&gt;GP-Gray area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a round of Bang! anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came up with a lame analogy to life haha its like a board game there are times when you have an advantage and times where you dont and then when the gameends you die simple as that haha o.O thats so corny i cant believe i typed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right there and i dont know what to do :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6912190999512897609?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6912190999512897609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6912190999512897609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6912190999512897609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6912190999512897609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/board-games-oo.html' title='Board Games o.O'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2992217698217678430</id><published>2009-03-15T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:32:28.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee</title><content type='html'>o.O havent post for long long time.&lt;br /&gt;weee my modem spoilt hahaha. smiley irritated. smiley sees red light on modem. smiley sees red light but understand what red light means. smiley feel sin--el is stupid cause they didnt leave give smiley a instruction manual when they set-up his modem. so now smiley is sitting in the community centre so smiely can send his proposal. and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone overseas again. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2992217698217678430?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2992217698217678430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2992217698217678430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2992217698217678430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2992217698217678430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/weee.html' title='Weee'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7512348918688020071</id><published>2009-03-07T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:36:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing how adults can interpret someone so differently haha in my opinion i have two different pesonalities. the student and the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student&lt;br /&gt; seen by his teachers as full of potential, a tad lazy and unfocused but has potential for greater things. The teacher respects his decision and only advices him if he has stepped out of line or when he really needs help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son&lt;br /&gt;Seen by his parents as a lazy kid immature and ignorant. They feel he still doesn't know what the situation in the world is like out there though he probably knows more than them. THey feel he has potential and wants him to do well. Constantly questioning his decisions and whether they are right or wrong and asking him to make the opposite for the sake of doing so. The son is also constantly compared with his genius of a sister (im proud of you haha. all the way !) and always asked why he cant be more hardworking like her. both sister and son are constantly compared. This does not motivate them and only earns their ire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think teachers are like that cause they dont know me well enough and parents are like that cause they know you too well sometimes to the point where they think they know everything but actually know so little. This is not fault of theirs its just growing up i guess. Probably the reason why i want to be a teacher XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need some support and friends and teacher and siblings alone arent just going to cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7512348918688020071?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7512348918688020071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7512348918688020071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7512348918688020071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7512348918688020071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-amazing-how-adults-can-interpret.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5245687776683652752</id><published>2009-03-06T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:13:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala im here for another random post. i think hmm did you know ? dang i forgpt what i was going to type. do you get those things ? like you suddenly forget what your'e trying to do ? hmm this is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5245687776683652752?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5245687776683652752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5245687776683652752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5245687776683652752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5245687776683652752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/lalala-im-here-for-another-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-270634489142830941</id><published>2009-03-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:09:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i so desperately wanted to not to</title><content type='html'>Feeling really down and out now. All the things happening recently ust adds up. Wow and i so desperately wanted not to, but i cant help it its who i am. yes i am tearing. frustrated angry and whatnot i just wanna let it all out in one good storm of tears so i can be happy again. i probably cry more than most other guys. but they dont know me. why the hell does everyone think im must be happy i telling you now to FUCK OFF the moment i stay quiet you guys come over and ask me what's wrong. just cause im hapy mose of the time doesnt mean  i should always be happy. everyone has their own situations. it isnt about me. i dont believe in birthday wishes simply because i have had the same wish for 17 years of my life and it never happens and yet i keep wishing the same thing over and over. no one knows this wish and they probably shouldnt some things just arent meant to be told. if i ever said it my family would ask me not to worry and my friends would pity me. fuck off i dont need your pity i need a solution. if you ever solve it tell me but i dont think you ever will. if it has existed since discovery in 1776 and no one has solved it what makes you think you can. what makes you think im so interested in bio its all because of this goddam thing and now more people are involved. and people worry about why they cant pass their exams and that seems so trivial compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid of death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-270634489142830941?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/270634489142830941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=270634489142830941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/270634489142830941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/270634489142830941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-so-desperately-wanted-to-not-to.html' title='And i so desperately wanted to not to'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8961860466430232504</id><published>2009-03-02T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:34:05.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differentiate you ass -.-</title><content type='html'>I swear people are outdated these days they take so damn long to know smething and when they do they hold on to it like its their bolster or something not letting go until someone comes along and slaps them in the face wrenching it from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you you little fool i've gotten over it and you should too if you havent already. haha taken me so long to realise we should all differentiate XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala i've been walking in the rain for two days straight now heavy rain haha and somehow after awhile i always seem to look up instead of facing down i kinda like the feeling when it patter into your face haha all you need is hot bath when you get home. somehow walking in the rain makes me happy XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8961860466430232504?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4951686396722584238</id><published>2009-02-21T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:54:30.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm Random and silly thoughts XD</title><content type='html'>1. What the hell is up with people and their black and red blogs ? Its like your'e sad and down or emo. and then you go make your blog black and red so that whenever you look at it you realise how sad your are plus ! black and red have been proven to make one sad. so my equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black and red blog+sad and emo people=sad people being stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm of course this doesnt apply to people who like the colours black and red. but i mean together they are just so doom and gloom -.- Hurray for white blogs !!! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hmm i think i know why blogs are popular. I think its because&lt;br /&gt;No.1 It gives us a glimpse into other people's lives. We are nosy people XD&lt;br /&gt;No.2 We want a break from our own lives. We do just want to break free at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate taking away 菜饭 cause those people always pack it so thight all the flavors are mixed up in a mass of red beige and green -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 Random Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spent a night sleeping alone in the cemetery when he was 15&lt;br /&gt;2) Is super shy when it comes to relationship and strangers&lt;br /&gt;3) Is outgoing when it comes to friends&lt;br /&gt;4) Love sky/birds/clouds/moon/stars/sunsets&lt;br /&gt;5) Has quite good eyesight in the dark, comes from never turning on the light anywhere unless work is being done&lt;br /&gt;6) Used to be afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;7) Always thinks random things. e.g. why a door handles works, why you can turn the air-con ball thingy i a bus&lt;br /&gt;8) Usually manages to find logical explanations for the above&lt;br /&gt;9) Loves Biology especially ecology/human anatomy&lt;br /&gt;10) Loves Jokes&lt;br /&gt;11) Usually happy its damn hard to make me angry&lt;br /&gt;12) Its at least 50 times easier to make me sad than to make me angry&lt;br /&gt;13) Loves the sea though not as much as the sky&lt;br /&gt;14) Same wish as my father. When i die i want my ashes to be scattered to the wind so i can travel around the world. Leave a few grains as a memento though&lt;br /&gt;15) Can laugh for super duper long. Record is 2 Hours. i laugh till i cried and my tears dried up&lt;br /&gt;16) Can laugh silently so all you see is me having something like a fit&lt;br /&gt;17) Can be lied to very easily&lt;br /&gt;18) Has borrowed a library book from S---C since june last year and still hasn't returned it yet&lt;br /&gt;19) The book happens to be "Collins Advanced Science Biology"&lt;br /&gt;20) I read it as a bedtime storybook (when im bored)&lt;br /&gt;21) Likes Dance especially dances that are well choreographed and dancers are in sync&lt;br /&gt;22) Wants to be teacher/ice-cream seller&lt;br /&gt;23) Likes art though my art sucks&lt;br /&gt;24) Can write with both his left and right hands. This was developed and wasnt an inborn thing. though it still isnt that developed yet. developing developing ! (though the left hand is really messy but its legible and its reasonably fast) i think the term for it is ambidexterous&lt;br /&gt;25) Does alot of self reflection/thinking on my own though i dont look it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4951686396722584238?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4951686396722584238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4951686396722584238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4951686396722584238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4951686396722584238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-random-and-silly-thoughts-xd.html' title='Hmm Random and silly thoughts XD'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7597337927780680245</id><published>2009-02-19T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:13:44.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF ?</title><content type='html'>AND TO THE NEXT PERSON THAT DECIDES TO PUT MY SNAPSHOT OF YOUR BLOG LIKE DEAR 1S08 AND GABRIEL HONG DID !%#@ !!! YOU B^%&amp;amp;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7597337927780680245?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7597337927780680245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7597337927780680245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7597337927780680245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7597337927780680245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='WTF ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6752305066996149745</id><published>2009-02-14T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:30:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout and a Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Wacthed BreakOut on friday the thirteenth. haha hilariousi laughed for 1.5 hours haha its damn good performance i know now a new way to do jumping jacks ! yay also the first day i gave something to a girl on Valentines Day so paiseh but i damn happy whoever said friday the thirteenth was bad luck ? the only bad luck was that they just HAD to send her those three words. thanks guys thanks for stealing my phone...oh well i guess you cant expect everything to go right either haha. for amoment there  ithoguht she wasnt going to accept the gift o.O haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6752305066996149745?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6752305066996149745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6752305066996149745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6752305066996149745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6752305066996149745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/02/breakout-and-valentines-day.html' title='Breakout and a Valentines Day'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5469027939108242491</id><published>2009-02-07T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:15:14.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;天天看到你 - 阿杜 - 天黑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一开始就误会 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;关于你的倔强和不妥协&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一离开就后悔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因为你爱的很坚决 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我被缠在一些傻问题 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;譬如说用什么爱你 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果我就这样离去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心会碎的像玻璃 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;天天看到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;卻产生了距离&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱越热心越冷的关系&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;也许这是我不够勇气&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;去解开你防卫的怀疑 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;天天看到你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是習慣和必須&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不可能跟可能&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我的心面对分离 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh~~~~~~oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我才知道自己有多愛你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala so busy busy busy busy busy as a bee XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;暂停算不算放弃&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5469027939108242491?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5469027939108242491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5469027939108242491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5469027939108242491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5469027939108242491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/02/tralala-so-busy-busy-busy-busy-busy-as.html' title='Shrugs.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-91282427982715177</id><published>2009-01-31T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:37:32.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think im happy XD went to school then go out and eat went back to school then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; go eat again heehee so fun so long since i went out to eat with them. weee then there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; was this joke at rocmoc but siquite retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************WARNING***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimers: its not my fault if you think this is distateful you wanted to read it yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;During intense physical training&lt;br /&gt;Guy A: *i should encourage everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Guy A: "Mind OVer Body !!!! Lets GO !!!"&lt;br /&gt;Physical Training Instructor: "Ok lor you watch porn your penis dont erect. mind over body."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: doing planks and laughing at the same time leading to intense cramping in the abdomen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-91282427982715177?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/91282427982715177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=91282427982715177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/91282427982715177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/91282427982715177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/tralalala.html' title='Tralalala'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4388661595489135100</id><published>2009-01-24T21:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:05:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know this only the 3rd time ive felt this in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;first in sec 2 second in JC1 and now the 3rd today 24 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;if i were to put it in words its just intense pressure on my heart making it feel like it wants to burst. the sadness is incredible just incredible. hah its amazing for one who always tries his best to be happy and act happy in front of everyone. its like the all those sad things that i am supposed to feel all rolled into one and im experiencing everything in one go. Tears dont even begin to describe it. breathing gets heavy. but unlike before ita actually for a person this time. it was always about being able to do what i love. now its this sadness for a person. i dont know how long it will last. the previous two cases lasted for slightly less that a day each. this is different i guess. its always the same. the same feeling like my heart is being compressed. i guess its time to throw it all away. i still must be happy i'll hang on to the belief that money doesnt make the world go round. i belief that laughter does. crying. hah suposedly makes one feel better but its just wrenching my throat and making my mouth dry in addition to the wrenching feeling in the chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/1/09 i am officially ashamed of myself for acting like that. so imma white out the post. read it if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me some time. i'll stop, but i'll watch your back from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/1/09 Addition:&lt;br /&gt;this is sure as hell gonna take longer than i thought i would have taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4388661595489135100?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4388661595489135100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4388661595489135100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4388661595489135100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4388661595489135100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-times.html' title='Lost in emotions'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-864023821398688279</id><published>2009-01-22T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:58:05.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why why why</title><content type='html'>why do i feel angry when they make fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel jealous when you laugh with them&lt;br /&gt;stopping but never forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless questions in a forever seeking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side. im damn busy so all blogging is done after 12 -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not slide to the side&lt;br /&gt;Do not take flight&lt;br /&gt;Do not hide&lt;br /&gt;Fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say those are words of fools some say those are the words of men&lt;br /&gt;imma side with the latter for now haha i wrote that by the way. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-864023821398688279?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/864023821398688279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=864023821398688279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/864023821398688279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/864023821398688279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-why-why.html' title='why why why'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-691634959869229698</id><published>2009-01-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:30:26.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF ?</title><content type='html'>wa lao studying like mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-691634959869229698?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/691634959869229698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=691634959869229698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/691634959869229698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/691634959869229698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf.html' title='WTF ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2636695350047790123</id><published>2009-01-13T22:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:58:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions ? Nope these are "to do" lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一年前校长那个臭**对我说阿木不然你不叫阿木，叫废物。从那天起我阿木就要证明给那臭**看我阿木，不是废物 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Initial D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true in context im gonna show haha that i can beat people in S06 too XD haha this might sound competitive but i think tht is the way i should go :( sorry. My to do lists are to....&lt;br /&gt;1) Refrain from touching the bloody computer (so im breaking it right now)&lt;br /&gt;2) Refrain from playing games (doing fine so far)&lt;br /&gt;3) Refrain from allowing matters not concerning school work to affect me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to blog i think just less frequently. forming a study group haha anyone wants to join ? please note that this will be on a regular basis so if you want to study with me or anything please tell me the dates when you are free and the times. feel free to spread the message. hoever im limiting this to not more thatn 4 including me. more than 4 isnt effective anymore. hmm if there are more people we'll just form more study groups XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow in my daily thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Stalker in my nightly walks&lt;br /&gt;The talons hold me like a hawks&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;曲：周杰倫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞：周杰倫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;稻香 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么人要这么的脆弱 墮落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你打开电视看看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们是不是該知足&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡，隨著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要哭让萤火虫带着你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家吧　回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要这么容易就想放弃　就像说的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追不到的梦想，　換個梦不就得了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為自己的人生鲜艳上色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先把愛塗上喜欢的顏色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一個吧　功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;童年的紙飞机　現在终于飞回我手裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓的那快乐　赤脚在田裡追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了　誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我靠著稻草人吹著风唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦　哦　午後吉他在虫鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦　哦　陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2636695350047790123?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2636695350047790123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2636695350047790123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2636695350047790123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2636695350047790123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-nope-these-are-to-do-lists.html' title='Resolutions ? Nope these are &quot;to do&quot; lists'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4750869024714811228</id><published>2009-01-07T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:55:55.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Broke the line between helping a friend and going against the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..was he even a friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keng Yang has been foolish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4750869024714811228?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4750869024714811228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4750869024714811228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4750869024714811228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4750869024714811228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/broke-line-between-being-helping-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4629551667767091065</id><published>2009-01-06T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:49:21.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>bbq hahaha wad burnt ny left indes and chilled my right index XD. and wtf every1 knows haha keng yang has a fine print kinda thing to make im never gonna feed guys u assholes stop finding loopholes everywhere else i'll make a loophole in ur underwear. yay saturdAY is scout CCA maze and im going back haha finally the place where i practicaly grew and learnt  to become what i am today. aahh missing te smell of spars and the den and the musty smell of the spar room XD hahahaha the fur store XD place where we set fire to the school. hmm le me explain this. one fine day keng yang and his group of equals in pyromania-ism decided that since the furniture store had so many cans of methylated spirit and we weren't gonna use it any time soon lets pour it on the floor. YAY ! next those young spirited passionate enthusiastic gentleman took a matchstick and starte drawing out patterns XD. next those young spirited passioante bla bla bla bla lighted the matchstick and lo and behold ! trapped ourselves in a ring of fire -.- hahaha lucky i wasnt big or we would all be dead XD. so those young spirited passionate bla bla bla decided to put out the fire lest they burn themselves down with the school though forsaking the former and just doing the latter would have been a much more desirable result XD nahh just joknig if that place burnt down i no more places to go to when imma bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4629551667767091065?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4629551667767091065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4629551667767091065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4629551667767091065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4629551667767091065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4902498654841259762</id><published>2009-01-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:44:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ? &lt;-- its not what you think it is</title><content type='html'>wee i have decided ! if i truly love someone imma feed them ! cause you see imma touched by all the parents grandparents and son and daughter who actually feed their loved ones you see. cause i think its really nice of people to feed their loved ones cause you see imma thinking its defying a basic instinct to continue feeding.  Like when parents stand up and move all around the table to get food for their kid and what not and feeding them and stuff like that i think its really sweet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awww keng yang is gonna like rainbows and barbie dolls soon -.-. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And also like when kids feed their elderly parents its also really sweet haha its so filial and what not haha. haha So imma decided when i truly love a person i'll get food for them ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  23  5  14  4  1  12  9  13  5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4902498654841259762?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4902498654841259762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4902498654841259762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4902498654841259762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4902498654841259762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-its-not-what-you-think-it-is.html' title='Love ? &lt;-- its not what you think it is'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3384621419101488161</id><published>2009-01-03T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:58:51.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A stalker in my nightly walks,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in my daily thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get It Out Of My Head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3384621419101488161?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3384621419101488161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3384621419101488161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3384621419101488161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3384621419101488161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/stalker-in-my-nightly-walks-shadow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5850591355886749204</id><published>2009-01-02T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:42:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_ muahahaha</title><content type='html'>Am i supposed to do past year's reflections ? hahaha i think i shall hmm past year quite new i suppose transferring to a mixed school and everything i mean its a big jump no ? Weee met a few people i suppose haha realise that i actually learn alot from my secondary school. Screwed up most of the exams i mean every subject was screwed up once except for gp haha the worst i ever got was a S o.O not something to be proud of i guess. health wise i think im fitter haha. went out a hell lot more this year. so its been kinda fun kinda sucky cant remember why it sucks but i know there were times where it sucked. hmm was it the re-exam. i think i learnt from the&lt;br /&gt;re-exams too WEEEE. i have no idea ? what reflections ? are those even reflections ? I GIVE UP !!!! screw reflections !! muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;*points middle finger* at the word research has shown thatt making resolutions makes a person feel worse bwahahaha XD so no resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i havent blogged since last year ! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5850591355886749204?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5850591355886749204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5850591355886749204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5850591355886749204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5850591355886749204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2009/01/muahahaha.html' title='_|_ muahahaha'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4351019657211879829</id><published>2008-12-31T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:46:18.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Level</title><content type='html'>Bwahaha less than a year to A levels hee hee it better be all thats its hyped up to be keng yang wants to have some fun just thinknig of it makes me excited hahahaha perverse nature of keng yang's mind o.O. but seriously i wanna do it and have fun haha. i had fun in my o's i wann have fun doing my A's wee studying can actually make one happy XD seriously studying bio makes me high. im a pervert. sutdying with friends can be great fun though it seriously lessens the productivity that's why there is the CC uahahaha that place is heaven super quiet and can study with friends but can't really talk hahahahaha WEEE but damn bloody cold @!#!$!  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what're are you gonna do about it eh ? *points middle finger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4351019657211879829?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4351019657211879829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4351019657211879829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4351019657211879829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4351019657211879829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/level.html' title='A Level'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3567587143906974856</id><published>2008-12-30T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:15:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsu made mo shinjiteitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to believe  forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saigo made omoitsuzuketai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to keep thinking till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibun wa ikiru imi ga aru hazu to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There should be some meaning to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameta me de waraikaketeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Smiling with cold eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamashii wo okasareta yatsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do guys who have had their souls violated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida wo nagasu itami wa aru no kai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feel the pain of shedding tears ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iitai koto mo ienai konna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yo no naka ja poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In a world where we cant ever say whats in our heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ore wa ore wo damasu koto naku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wont lie to myself i'll live my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikiteyuku oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massugu mukiau ima ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now facing it head on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokori wo motsu tame ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in order to keep our pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatakau koto mo hitsuyoona no sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There will also be a time where we'll need to be ready for a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaidan ni suwarikonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sitting on the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai yume no hanashi wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we talked of unending dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ga akeru made kataritsuzuketeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;until dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarigenaku kisetsu wa kawari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the seasons changed unconcerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muishiki ni shisen wo otoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i unconciously drop my gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagasareru koto ni nareteyuku no ka&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m i getting used to being swept away ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiisana yume mo mirenai&lt;br /&gt;Konna yo no naka ja poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in this kind of world where you cant have small dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibunrashisa zutto itsu demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want to always at any time like who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suki de itai oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyuu ni ikiteku hibi wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because i want to treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taisetsu ni shitai kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the days that i live with freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikitai michi wo ima arukidasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now i'll walk the path that i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitanai uso ya kotoba de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ayatsuraretakunai poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be manipulated by filthy lies and words&lt;br /&gt;Sunaona kimochi kara me wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont want to turn my eyes away from my true feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora shitakunai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iitai koto mo ienai&lt;br /&gt;Konna yo no naka ja poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in this kind of world where u cant say what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ore wa ore wo damasu koto naku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'll keep on living without deceiving myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikiteyuku oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massugu mukiau ima ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now facing it head on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokori wo motsu tame ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on order to keep our pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatakau koto hitsuyoo na no sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we have to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hope the translation is correct i just copied it off some website o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3567587143906974856?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3567587143906974856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3567587143906974856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3567587143906974856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3567587143906974856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4484979207772685404</id><published>2008-12-30T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:31:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law on Technology Part 2</title><content type='html'>26.The primary function of the design engineer is to make things difficult for the fabricator and impossible for the serviceman.&lt;br /&gt;27.To spot the expert, pick the one who predicts the job will take the longest and cost the most.&lt;br /&gt;28.After all is said and done, a hell of a lot more is said than done.&lt;br /&gt;29.Any circuit design must contain at least one part which is obsolete, two parts which are unobtainable and three parts which are still under development.&lt;br /&gt;30.A complex system that works is invariably found to have evolved from a simple system that works.&lt;br /&gt;31.If mathematically you end up with the incorrect answer, try multiplying by the page number.&lt;br /&gt;32.Computers are unreliable, but humans are even more unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;33. Any system which depends on human reliability is unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;34.Give all orders verbally. Never write anything down that might go into a "Pearl Harbor File."&lt;br /&gt;35.Under the most rigorously controlled conditions of pressure, temperature, volume, humidity, and other variables the organism will do as it damn well pleases.&lt;br /&gt;36.If you can't understand it, it is intuitively obvious.&lt;br /&gt;37.The more cordial the buyer's secretary, the greater the odds that the competition already has the order.&lt;br /&gt;38.In designing any type of construction, no overall dimension can be totalled correctly after 39.4:30 p.m. on Friday. The correct total will become self-evident at 8:15 a.m. on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;40.Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.&lt;br /&gt;41.All things are possible except skiing through a revolving door.&lt;br /&gt;42.The only perfect science is hind-sight.&lt;br /&gt;43.Work smarder and not harder and be careful of yor speling.&lt;br /&gt;44.If it's not in the computer, it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;45.If an experiment works, something has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;46.When all else fails, read the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;47.Everything that goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;48.Any instrument when dropped will roll into the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;49.Any simple theory will be worded in the most complicated way.&lt;br /&gt;50.Build a system that even a fool can use and only a fool will want to use it.&lt;br /&gt;51.The degree of technical competence is inversely proportional to the level of management.&lt;br /&gt;52.Any attempt to print Murphy's laws will jam the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Section of Murphy's Law shall be on hiatus till keng yagn feels good HAHA cause keng yang wants to blog about howsomeone decided to blow up a bottle of beer beside him making him a pin cushion and give an intro on the upcoming song on the blog xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4484979207772685404?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4484979207772685404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4484979207772685404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4484979207772685404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4484979207772685404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphys-law-on-technology-part-2.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law on Technology Part 2'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5581935467097240202</id><published>2008-12-28T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:26:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law of Technology Part 1</title><content type='html'>1.You can never tell which way the train went by looking at the track.&lt;br /&gt;2.Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;3.Whenever a system becomes completely defined, some damn fool discovers something which either abolishes the system or expands it beyond recognition.&lt;br /&gt;4.Technology is dominated by those who manage what they do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;5.If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization.&lt;br /&gt;6.The opulence of the front office decor varies inversely with the fundamental solvency of the firm.&lt;br /&gt;7.The attention span of a computer is only as long as it electrical cord.&lt;br /&gt;8.An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;9.Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;10.All great discoveries are made by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;11.Always draw your curves, then plot your reading.&lt;br /&gt;12.Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.&lt;br /&gt;13.All's well that ends.&lt;br /&gt;14.A meeting is an event at which the minutes are kept and the hours are lost.&lt;br /&gt;15.The first myth of management is that it exists.&lt;br /&gt;16.A failure will not appear till a unit has passed final inspection.&lt;br /&gt;17.New systems generate new problems.&lt;br /&gt;18.To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.&lt;br /&gt;19.We don't know one millionth of one percent about anything.&lt;br /&gt;20.Any given program, when running, is obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;21.Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.&lt;br /&gt;22.A computer makes as many mistakes in two seconds as 20 men working 20 years make.&lt;br /&gt;23.The faster a computer is, the faster it will reach a crashed state.&lt;br /&gt;24.Nothing motivates a man more than to see his boss putting in an honest day's work.&lt;br /&gt;25.Some people manage by the book, even though they don't know who wrote the book or even what book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many laws part 2 another time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5581935467097240202?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5581935467097240202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5581935467097240202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5581935467097240202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5581935467097240202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphys-law-of-technology-part-1.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law of Technology Part 1'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-571523235241500961</id><published>2008-12-26T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:39:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Military Laws</title><content type='html'>1.Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than you are.&lt;br /&gt;2.No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;3.Friendly fire ain't.&lt;br /&gt;4.The most dangerous thing in the combat zone is an officer with a map.&lt;br /&gt;5.The problem with taking the easy way out is that the enemy has already mined it.&lt;br /&gt;6.The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.&lt;br /&gt;7.The further you are in advance of your own positions, the more likely your artillery will shoot short.&lt;br /&gt;8.Incoming fire has the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;9.If your advance is going well, you are walking into an ambush.&lt;br /&gt;10.The quartermaster has only two sizes, too large and too small.&lt;br /&gt;11.If you really need an officer in a hurry, take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;12.The only time suppressive fire works is when it is used on abandoned positions.&lt;br /&gt;13.The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.&lt;br /&gt;14.There is nothing more satisfying that having someone take a shot at you, and miss.&lt;br /&gt;15.Don't be conspicuous. In the combat zone, it draws fire. Out of the combat zone, it draws sergeants.&lt;br /&gt;16.If your sergeant can see you, so can the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this one must know that murphy is an OPTIMIST haha next will murphy's technology laws zzz murphy's laws actually have a long history to them but i shan't bother to explain them here go wiki if you wan to. its long AND dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-571523235241500961?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/571523235241500961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=571523235241500961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/571523235241500961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/571523235241500961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/murplys-military-laws.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Military Laws'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-8294305065123433708</id><published>2008-12-25T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:44:04.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphys laws</title><content type='html'>Hey starting today i will be publishing murhphys laws on my blog ! haha they really give people a good laugh XD come come i start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law ( Original )&lt;br /&gt;1)Nothing is as easy as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;2)Everything takes longer than you think.&lt;br /&gt;3)Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4)If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong. If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5)If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.&lt;br /&gt;6)Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;7)If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.&lt;br /&gt;8)Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.&lt;br /&gt;9)It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;10)Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.&lt;br /&gt;11)Every solution breeds new problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for murphy's laws tomrow will be more murphys law on military !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-8294305065123433708?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8294305065123433708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=8294305065123433708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8294305065123433708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/8294305065123433708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphys-laws.html' title='Murphys laws'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2555576004949042686</id><published>2008-12-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:06:43.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those joruneys</title><content type='html'>Tralala on christmas day went on one of those solo journeys into the city. Christmas night haha walking alone on the streets lets you see many things haha. i saw the curiosity of babies haha quite dangerous he keep sticking his head between the doors of the MRT at every stop when the doors open to see what lies in the darkness ahead. Gatherings of friends all over the place haha laughing and everything. haha the best was a mother the husband and their baby. haha the baby damn cute sleeping in his cot/carriage. haha the parents go dress him up in santa claus outfit XD damn cute and the baby sleeping. santa's sleeping on christmas day !complete with suck thumb action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but it takes time to forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2555576004949042686?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2555576004949042686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2555576004949042686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2555576004949042686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2555576004949042686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-those-joruneys.html' title='One of those joruneys'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4603051843385279623</id><published>2008-12-25T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:41:33.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is boring. ZzZzZ anybody want to ask me out im rather free haha tralalala skipping in the snow. I WANT SCHOOL TO REOPEN XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the wind is so strong my fan blades are turning by themselves haha BUT ITS  F~~~ing Cold ZZZZZ imagine a fan blowing out air from the air con in your face XD WEEe i mma have my blanket with me everywhere i go now haha and fluffy pink slippers XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4603051843385279623?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4603051843385279623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4603051843385279623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4603051843385279623'/><link rel='self' 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sack&lt;br /&gt;one day's gone in a flash&lt;br /&gt;hear the mind scream for rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-9038106750065515183?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/9038106750065515183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=9038106750065515183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/9038106750065515183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/9038106750065515183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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always see you searching, just gotta try that bit harder&lt;br /&gt;your'e getting closer oh yeah to life you've been imagining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AT A LOST ON WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-9028457719773477604?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/9028457719773477604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=9028457719773477604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/9028457719773477604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/9028457719773477604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/oo-imma-bored-ask-me-out.html' title='o.O IMMA BORED ASK ME OUT :&apos;('/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-1270519973318582924</id><published>2008-12-19T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:25:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow Ow</title><content type='html'>Training consistently is important... keng yang knows now not training for 5 days can be gihly detrimental to one's well being when you go back your'e doing push-ups on the same count as people playing bishi bashi champ. my heads still keeps going down down down...yay daryl's gone mad. run iWill run route 1 round 2 minutes..crazy haha. then start doing circuits. after which my morning breakfast went to my throat and went back down. and that sucks. haha now my right palm is bleeding daryl broke through all the natural barriers and managed to make it bleed hahanow there's a mini flap on my hand cause the dead skin havent fully detach itself XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-1270519973318582924?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/1270519973318582924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=1270519973318582924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1270519973318582924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1270519973318582924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/ow-ow.html' title='Ow Ow'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3057148249931293427</id><published>2008-12-18T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:20:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play My Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play My Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written by:Dioguardi, Kara, mcherr, Mitchell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn on that radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As loud as it can go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna dance until my feet can't feel the ground (feel the ground) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say goodbye to all my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One good song they disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nothing in the world can bring me down (bring me down) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand clapping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hip shaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heartbreaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no faking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you feel when your riding home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's in my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear it everyday, everynight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;t It's the one thing on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's got control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to play my music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa (music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my six string on my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't need anything but that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything I want is here with me (here with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So forget that fancy car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need to go that far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's driving me is following my dreams, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand clapping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth shaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heartbreaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no faking What you feel when your on a roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's in my soul I can hear it everyday, everynight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the one thing on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's got control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna play my music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine what it'd be like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without the sound of all my hero's singing all my favorite songs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear it everyday and everynight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the one thing on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's got control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna play my music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's in my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear it everyday, everynight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the one thing on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music's got control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna play my music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and its finally over til next time haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3057148249931293427?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3057148249931293427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3057148249931293427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3057148249931293427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3057148249931293427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/play-my-music.html' title='Play My Music'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6070793698921322539</id><published>2008-12-17T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:32:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the 60th post</title><content type='html'>Came back from pharmacy camp learned many things there. Understood many things.  i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6070793698921322539?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6070793698921322539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6070793698921322539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6070793698921322539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6070793698921322539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-60th-post.html' title='This is the 60th post'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-470567326831167229</id><published>2008-12-13T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:36:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance haha</title><content type='html'>im kinda addicted to dance right now haha most of it contemoporary haha watching youtube vids like "wall to wall" "shake it" i think these dances havee really nice choreography well not for shake it actually that just has nice breakdance haha but wall to wall is really nicely choreographed haha. weee im supposed to study but im not XD. tralalala forget forget forget !&lt;br /&gt;forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !forget forget forget !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-470567326831167229?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/470567326831167229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=470567326831167229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/470567326831167229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/470567326831167229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/dance-haha.html' title='Dance haha'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4142621633495878974</id><published>2008-12-13T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:05:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky</title><content type='html'>o.O this is getting bad haha everytime there an interval between the things i do the name pops out in my head WTf ? this is bad...AAHHHH this is freaky and really bad...nevertheless i shall put it aside cause i still have 1 more year haha i'll take my time lalalala gotta get your name outta my head first...hmm this bad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4142621633495878974?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-3848514285265789865</id><published>2008-12-12T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:12:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>o.O i am back. haha from melaka. haha quite fun there. haha went to quite a few famous tourist spots. haha ate alot of nice food. haha they put everything on sticks there. haha its this shop which only serves dinner. haha everything there is put on a satay stick. haha and dunked in a pot of boiling satay sauce. haha like steamboat except u cook using satay sauce. haha then walked around and blah blah shopped. haha bought 2 shirts and a pair of shoes. haha im lazy to update the photos. haha another day perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is haha day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dealing !!!!! do you know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: prone to bout of rage. somehow i know im angry but i don't know what im angry about. hmmm gotta watch more tom and jerry. its weird its like some mind debate. the mind gets split in two and i take turns feeling angry and asking myself why i am angry and it goes on forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-3848514285265789865?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/3848514285265789865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=3848514285265789865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/3848514285265789865'/><link rel='self' 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Ends.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5358945519841764417</id><published>2008-12-07T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:24:02.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more Day</title><content type='html'>YAY YAY YAY 1 more day haha then your'e back ! with everyone else tralalalala but then i'm gone hahaha but for 3 days lalalala wee wee wee wee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5358945519841764417?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-212238663376084887</id><published>2008-12-06T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:59:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days</title><content type='html'>2 more days till you come back and i'm gone haha cant wait for it cant wait for me to come back cant wait for you to be back XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;没有你的日子我好难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well climbed at asia on wednesday with jie hong only 2 of us there haha. then climbed with aslam stephanie lianne daryl said jack in sch on friday haha was fun got alot of fun routes lol lianne set a killer route !! aslam only can touch first 3 tiles lol. then after that went to play soccer with majority of the rest of the j2s haha i fields done synthetic field sucks ! oh well i was playing barefoot at the basketbal court and had to walk across the new field they are also done resurfacing the track and also upgrading the canteen and SAC at the same time o.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: wear shoes while playing soccer in the basketball courts ITS FREAKNG HOT apparently synthetic fields are damn bloody hot as well. i got two blisters on each feet now haha oh well my bad XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant wait for you to be back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-212238663376084887?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/212238663376084887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=212238663376084887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/212238663376084887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/212238663376084887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-848206540673770352</id><published>2008-12-05T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:21:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Days</title><content type='html'>3 more days till you come back and i'm gone haha repetitive posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-848206540673770352?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/848206540673770352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=848206540673770352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/848206540673770352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/848206540673770352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-more-days.html' title='3 More Days'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5270787950144585248</id><published>2008-12-03T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:56:48.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More Days</title><content type='html'>5 More days till you come back and 6 more till i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;doing all i can to stop thinking about you. climbing helps as it really hurts the fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm while everyone's away i've created  a piece of music which i cant seem to upload haha for some reason its techno which isnt really much to my lightning but oh well ive slowedd down the tempo so it sounds better haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't Wait for you to return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5270787950144585248?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5270787950144585248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5270787950144585248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5270787950144585248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5270787950144585248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-more-days.html' title='5 More Days'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7314443698421323518</id><published>2008-12-02T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:45:29.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i mean WTF ?</title><content type='html'>hmm here to blog about a rather screwed up family thing again. ZzZ here are a few recent assumptions made by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;No.1 When i go out i go out to play.&lt;br /&gt;No.2 When i go out its always with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;No.3 If N0.2 is right these people in question are always either&lt;br /&gt;       1. Can play like mad and still get good results. unlike me&lt;br /&gt;       2. Screw-Ups who play like mad and don't study. unlike me&lt;br /&gt;So No.3 is basically a sentence regarding how all my friends are actuallu a good influence on me&lt;br /&gt;No.4 I use the computer sleep and watch TV &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;. which is rather dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll give an example to show how these assumptions are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Dec 2008&lt;br /&gt;8.03Am Morning wake-up ate breakfast blah blah blah. started using computer.&lt;br /&gt;9.30AM Mum started coming home berated my sister for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;Mum then turned to me and started pouring all remaining frustraions at me much to my displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Swivels around on a chair to survey the surroundings&lt;br /&gt;*mum turns attention towards me*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Is that all you are gonna do all day ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stunned* *i mean wtf i didn't do anything*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You don't look at me like that tell me !&lt;br /&gt;Me: No *mildly irritated*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Then tell me what you do la&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Later i going out&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Always go out with those people no wonder result like that&lt;--- No.1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *stunned lost for words*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 我每天看你玩电脑睡觉看电视.你还会做什么.&lt;------No.4&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got do my math &lt;---super irritated&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 我都没有看到你做&lt;br /&gt;Me: 为什么要做给你看 ? &lt;---Fucking pissed off&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Then 你为什么要玩给我看 ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wtf am i supposed to say ? the computer in living room of course you see right.*&lt;br /&gt;pissed off like mad i walk off. go my room lock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 went out to study met bernice @3.30&lt;br /&gt;between 2.30--3.30 i broke assumption 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;and i think bernice agrees that none of the categories in No.3 applies to her.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i even stepped out of the house broke No.4 not to mention i did integration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;Refused to eat dinner with them. when dinner about to start i purposely go sleep. HAH ! woke up at 8.00 to realise that mum and dad kindly decided to scold and then hit my sister when i was asleep. not that i could have changed anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of my sister's happenings&lt;br /&gt;Dinnertime. why you never go prom my sister has 3 main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) Not so close with class people closer with sec school friends&lt;br /&gt;2) Close group of friends in class not going&lt;br /&gt;3) Its $800 for 10 people&lt;-- WTF ?&lt;br /&gt;4) her class has 16 people&lt;br /&gt;5) so she and her friends decided to not to go and let the remaining 10 go.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad then came up with the assumption that my sis is a recluse who doesnt mix around with her other people blah blah blah and took turns to call her crazy and what not.. i mean to your own daughter ???&lt;br /&gt;sister couldnt handle the onslaught of two growingly pissed off people as she defneded herself and her voice started wavering. dad starts asking why she is crying... NOTE her voice is wavering she is NOT crying. then after that both of them fuelled by their own rage starts shouting at my sister. then she really starts to cry. then they start asking her why she is crying. To explain,  she has to repeat this whole section. I mean who the heck can achieve that when you are crying ? so my dad hits her and then the whole episode ends when my grandma comes out from her room to defend my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well assumptions make the world screw around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting the countdown till everyone's back and im gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7314443698421323518?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7314443698421323518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7314443698421323518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7314443698421323518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7314443698421323518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-mean-wtf.html' title='i mean WTF ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5732522571538907294</id><published>2008-12-02T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:29:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and Gone Again</title><content type='html'>6 more days till you come back 7 more till im gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5732522571538907294?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5732522571538907294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5732522571538907294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5732522571538907294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5732522571538907294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-and-gone-again.html' title='Back and Gone Again'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-5971632307828940145</id><published>2008-11-30T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:44:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Gone. And I'm Alone.</title><content type='html'>everyone's gone. all my playmates are gone. gone to yang shuo gone to shang hai gone to vietnam gona to china as a whole gone to malaysia and gone without a trace im left alone. here at home alone left with a majority of friends missing cause they're all overseas Bored Bored Bored.Keng Yang's need people to play with. Can't wait for next monday please come please come i want everybody back haha selfish ol'me wanting everyone to play with me ! trallalalaa people left in s'pore are my sec school friends aaahahaha oh and i changed to a new phone missing my k800i already. zz stuck on the old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are overseas too tralalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-5971632307828940145?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/5971632307828940145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=5971632307828940145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5971632307828940145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/5971632307828940145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyones-gone-and-im-alone.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Gone. And I&apos;m Alone.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4260818181742759069</id><published>2008-11-26T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:20:25.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template</title><content type='html'>Haha new template...here i would like to take the opportunity to thank a few people. Firstly to all the discontent fools out there who have been bugging me to change my template. There done you happy now ? Next i would like to express my super duper suduper uber gratitude to ah shuang whom without this would never have happened. Cause it would only result in me screwing it up so much i'll probably have to restart the blog haha. Thank You Very Much.&lt;br /&gt;"bows in respect". Lastly i would like to thank ber for telling me where to find blog skins. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note im not going to thailand anymore. Might get my beautiful face and ass kicked if i go there now. or they could end up being so charmed by me beautiful looks they end up following me around instead. so you see my face on the headlines ^^ ok enough bullshit. i kinda like what bio teacher said during make-up today. Quote "Males do stupid things for girls" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently trying to insert music into my blog. ZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i would try my best to do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4260818181742759069?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4260818181742759069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4260818181742759069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4260818181742759069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4260818181742759069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-template.html' title='New template'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-2863664882463627925</id><published>2008-11-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:08:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a sign.</title><content type='html'>class banding split into 7,4,7 haha&lt;br /&gt;2S06:Bernice,Tricia,Vanessa,Xuehui,Denis,Jasmine,Jacinthia&lt;br /&gt;2S07:Felicia,Saira,Ismail,Fi Tri&lt;br /&gt;2S08:Gwen,Wei Jie,David,Chadwick,Shaun,Christopher,Keng Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O fuck up la the class like kena bomb until dunno go where...damn hope we can still hang out with each other or something. tralalala J2 is not all its hyped up to be. 34 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly what's up with poems on everyone's blog. zzz i dont mind if they are nice but what the hell ? some dont even make sense may be to the writer only. heres one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fool&lt;br /&gt;you think you're cool&lt;br /&gt;you cant even use a tool&lt;br /&gt;so screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O not bad for a first attempt i guess done in about a minute oh well guess poems arent just for anyone to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i&lt;em&gt; doing this alone ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-2863664882463627925?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2863664882463627925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=2863664882463627925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2863664882463627925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/2863664882463627925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-me-sign.html' title='Give me a sign.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6174187567077560961</id><published>2008-11-24T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:43:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially a J2</title><content type='html'>Waited in anticipation, then boredom, the got the heebee jeebees, the went crazy in bio lecture too nervous i guess. And then waited some more in ROCMOC and then. J2. Guess its not really all its hyped up to be. Why arent i as happy as i thought i would be to be aJ2 ? maybe its cause i know its gonna be one long hard slog. hmm i don't wanna change class. they've kinda grown on me aha. guess im the word now is partent. haha partially content. still things i need to do haha i need to learn a few things not related to academics. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As worried for me as i was for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6174187567077560961?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6174187567077560961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6174187567077560961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6174187567077560961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6174187567077560961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/officially-j2.html' title='Officially a J2'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7904469370331978907</id><published>2008-11-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:04:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Dances.</title><content type='html'>Eh here are a few good music videos in terms of dance i couldnt care a hoot about their singing but these guys choreography is great ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Hcd4ryjS-U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Hcd4ryjS-U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown-Wall To Wall Last Minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJqorQI-a1A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJqorQI-a1A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;羅志祥 - 精武門&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hi7BCovgcQk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hi7BCovgcQk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jackson-Rhythm Nation&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Choreography...Note The similarities to Michael Jacksons Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;br /&gt;Damn hes so good he kinda freaks me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz there are few more which i cant seem to remember at the moment..haha for pure dancing try looking for River Dance errr Gene Kelly+Fred Astaire and for hip-hop check out jabbawockeez. but i prefer gene kelly. haha real talent...Those guys are amazing tap dancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7904469370331978907?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7904469370331978907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7904469370331978907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7904469370331978907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7904469370331978907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-dances.html' title='Great Dances.'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-6709775368635745054</id><published>2008-11-19T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:06:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Peasure</title><content type='html'>Hello just showing some pictures from my portfolio again. photo 1 and 2 are not meant for the portfolio haha. The rest are haha i realised majority of my photos are taken in the dusk where the sunlight gives a nice contrast with the sky haha. last photo people still my favorite. for your viewing pleasure. PLEASE RATE MY PHOTOS IN THE COMMENS SECTION. AND DO NOT STEAL MY PHOTOS FOR GOODNESS SAKE THEY MEAN ALOT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvqvKCq5I/AAAAAAAAADU/cbAGx-q2YGU/s1600-h/DSC00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389875189918610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvqvKCq5I/AAAAAAAAADU/cbAGx-q2YGU/s320/DSC00964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This. is some random photo my friend took of me while we were hanging out on a void deck of some HDB. haha looks like i lost a leg ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvZRX_rcI/AAAAAAAAADM/W7Jmum-84X4/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389575137603010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvZRX_rcI/AAAAAAAAADM/W7Jmum-84X4/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Just some random thing i did with my ear phones haha i signed my own table haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvGzEOC9I/AAAAAAAAADE/4pTBNmIGYzs/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389257763949522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvGzEOC9I/AAAAAAAAADE/4pTBNmIGYzs/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I like this picture quite alot haha liking the sun haha i think it makes a nice effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQu3H_6F8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1JHSnbAeodY/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388988505102274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQu3H_6F8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1JHSnbAeodY/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Recently taken picture haha i like the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQtq-14q5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AlKPJOLD0aw/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387680377088914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQtq-14q5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AlKPJOLD0aw/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)This was taken during NDP 2008 haha people watching parade i looking at the skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQtToPaveI/AAAAAAAAACs/u1jTOxmpljM/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387279173172706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQtToPaveI/AAAAAAAAACs/u1jTOxmpljM/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)My Favorite Picture many people have seen it before i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no photo can match that smile on your face...Give me a sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-6709775368635745054?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6709775368635745054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=6709775368635745054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6709775368635745054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/6709775368635745054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/visual-peasure.html' title='Visual Peasure'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SSQvqvKCq5I/AAAAAAAAADU/cbAGx-q2YGU/s72-c/DSC00964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-1620192428800617900</id><published>2008-11-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:36:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>1 last day haha damn you. yes you. yes you the guy/gil reading this blog at his very moment. nah im just kidding i dont damn you i sincerely hope and wish that you will all have a happy day ahead prancing around in your tutus. about 18more hrs to chemistry exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-1620192428800617900?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/1620192428800617900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=1620192428800617900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1620192428800617900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1620192428800617900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-7988765860473932583</id><published>2008-11-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:13:07.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one</title><content type='html'>haha i give it a quik post cause im need to study ^^ its 10pm at night now and im actually feeling happy after studying for 3 hours straight ^^ i guess thats the difference when keng yang's really study cause he feels like he learning something haha ths teels you only one thing ^^ i haven't studied properly the whole year hahahahaha im happy now lalala and im happy after doing math. HAHAHA not surprising if its bio om always happ after bio lalalala prancing around in a playground in my mind in a tutu o.O cut out the tutu part please. lalalala study im happy when i feel like ive done something hahahaha note to self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Species: Keng Yang's&lt;br /&gt;Habitat: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral Habits: Tend to have extreme mood swings between happy and emotional being happy around 80% of the time emo about 15% of the time and everything else falls under the 5%. Tends to like to climb things sleep outside and otherwise hang with the 6 other brother species that he has known since 12. Loves the geography of the human body and can slip into 3 hours of non-stop self-research on the human body. likes to scare/trip/prank/make fun of other species in any way possible. Likes to study chemistry and biology however just cant seem up count properly. going 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. hey wait that's wrong its supposed to be 2 1 46 65 78 yup thats the right one. however can be happy while counting guess keng yang's are not really right in the mind. oh and tend to take on cahllenges seemingly impossible to complete such as attempting to do a mind map linking the digestive-circulatory-nervous system in one piece of A4 paper. failed horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact of the day&lt;br /&gt;A man got struck 6 seperate times in his lifetime and survived throught it all. Note to self must be those unfilial son/bastard/backstabber/oath breaker/traitor. always kena 天打雷pi whats the chinese word for pi ? tell me someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm doesnt seem short anymore but its only 10.11pm !!hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-7988765860473932583?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7988765860473932583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=7988765860473932583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7988765860473932583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/7988765860473932583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-one.html' title='Short one'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-1647139223941556231</id><published>2008-11-09T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:49:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe one about birthdays</title><content type='html'>hahahahaha yesterdae was my birthday at night go out eat with jian ming angus moses jian da jia fu jarvis hahahahaha weee go eat manhattan fish market lalala fre meal actuall it was 3 bucks hahaha thanks for the treat appreciate it first peson this year to wish me happy birthday this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jazilah !!! thanks haha&lt;br /&gt;1)family&lt;br /&gt;2)moses&lt;br /&gt;3)bernice/hui ling&lt;br /&gt;4)gavin&lt;br /&gt;5)heda&lt;br /&gt;6)ismail&lt;br /&gt;7)every1 who ate dinner with me&lt;br /&gt;8)auntie&lt;br /&gt;9) melissa&lt;br /&gt;the rest forgot ^^ hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-1647139223941556231?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/1647139223941556231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=1647139223941556231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1647139223941556231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/1647139223941556231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-about-birthdays.html' title='THe one about birthdays'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679553841141498453.post-4576359174486483419</id><published>2008-11-07T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:59:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Retaining such a shame ?</title><content type='html'>Stop asking me to stop retaining just because you want to save face in front of others. you think so easy ? I don't see you with a university certificate, you don't even have an A'level cert. so stop telling me 最好不要跟我留. 去你的. i dont need those words now. if you cant say anything else just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz sounds like a dysfuntional family -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679553841141498453-4576359174486483419?l=tearsovershirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4576359174486483419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679553841141498453&amp;postID=4576359174486483419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4576359174486483419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679553841141498453/posts/default/4576359174486483419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsovershirts.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-retaining-such-shame.html' title='Is Retaining such a shame ?'/><author><name>Yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009235037360017469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFCwV08uKWU/SQb7bm3mnpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-PQwq0TpfnA/S220/Blue+Firework.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
