<?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-5137285</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:19:32.420-07:00</updated><category term='depressed'/><category term='irritants'/><category term='wardrobe crisis'/><title type='text'>school</title><subtitle type='html'>school</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-4968319035515990397</id><published>2010-09-19T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:52:19.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe crisis'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost done with school! but officially done with examsss! i hope? hahahah. if i dont fail any modules that is. i dont even know when results are coming out. and OMGG attachment starts tmr. i freaked out a couple nights back.now i'm just at a loss for what to wear. because well, my wardrobe is kinda embarrassing, and i dont like shopping because i'm fat and everything i wear makes me look fatter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4968319035515990397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4968319035515990397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2010_09_19_archive.html#4968319035515990397' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-601742957686036276</id><published>2009-06-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:51:21.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's starting in ard 33 hrs. i'm tired. and i have not had a good nights sleep since the hols started. i'm tired, really really tired.but i'm having so much fun that the physical pain that i'm going through is all worth it. i guess that's what happens when you're doing something you like.so. here i am, i'm not about to say that school sucks. cos it's from school that i've found good people. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/601742957686036276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/601742957686036276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2009_06_21_archive.html#601742957686036276' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-7137632647952946416</id><published>2009-03-20T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:11:58.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopeschool's dopei really cant help it.economics is just not my cup of tea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7137632647952946416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7137632647952946416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2009_03_15_archive.html#7137632647952946416' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-3516206034130969993</id><published>2009-01-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:45:34.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>schools' finehome's fineeverything's just fine.so what's lacking in my life?some excitement of course!i need someone random to put their arms around my waist. and hug me close.jeez. i sound like a desperate freak.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/3516206034130969993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/3516206034130969993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2009_01_11_archive.html#3516206034130969993' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-1930156987191861509</id><published>2009-01-03T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:39:39.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i'm screwed when..............oh wells. seriously. i dont know what my future holds. and i just wna escape from reality all over again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/1930156987191861509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/1930156987191861509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_12_28_archive.html#1930156987191861509' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-7292469882179968165</id><published>2008-12-14T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:37:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH NOsomeone just asked me. why i chose the course i'm in.he took hospitality and apparently that was the question thrown to his class.why indeed.and he was telling me. it can't be for the money. since you dont earn alot. and it cant be for the working hours. cos please, it's irregular. so.. why did you chose that course.i'm wondering the same thing over and over again everyday...my mom says i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7292469882179968165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7292469882179968165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_12_14_archive.html#7292469882179968165' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-5261628791911889576</id><published>2008-11-23T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:01:02.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah-oh woah woah-oh!!!it's been what. 2 days after red cammmpppppp!and it's really weird that i've got to get back to reality.everything seemed so surreal you knowi mean. it's my first time emceeing and allnever knew it would be so hecticand i cant tell jokes for nuts uh.i'm more a jokes will naturally come and go type of personbut anws.everything went smoothlyup until the last day.hahhai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/5261628791911889576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/5261628791911889576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_11_23_archive.html#5261628791911889576' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pLTs3ve0OM/SSl9ze2FHOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qEJPjJT2oWg/s72-c/n736493443_1006167_6875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-4418697514444944790</id><published>2008-10-30T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:17:47.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh heh heh heh.i hope it's gna be all good later. i'm looking forward to just having a good time.. and you know. dance to like waste the day. away. not looking forward to school though. i'm still all for school because of 2 things.firstly. because of ambassadors. it's been really fun and all. even though i dont wna like get too personal with everyone and all. it's always good to keep your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4418697514444944790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4418697514444944790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_10_26_archive.html#4418697514444944790' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-2880603237421239984</id><published>2008-09-26T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:16:54.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. so i have to tell you smth. whoever you may be. i suck at school. really. i'm trying my best. but it still becomes crap. i'm like a small fish in a big pond. NO. make that a small fish in the fecking ocean! i'm seriously suffering. i dno what i want. on one hand i want to be really good in it. and become a scholar and all  that crap. like almost everyone in ambassadors?on the other. i keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/2880603237421239984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/2880603237421239984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_09_21_archive.html#2880603237421239984' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-1554179795963197701</id><published>2008-09-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:00:36.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what? i'm more enthusiastic about school now. and that's only because ambassadors is taking up most of my time.i mean. i like it in ambassadors. it's really fun!!! as compared to school, which include lectures and tutorials. firstly, my class is a freaking mugging class. and in order to keep up with them. you've absolutely got to make sure that you're mugging as hard as they are. which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/1554179795963197701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/1554179795963197701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_09_07_archive.html#1554179795963197701' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-3146795848657637943</id><published>2008-07-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:40:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attended an adam khoo workshop recently, and the speaker was some guy called ramesh. guess what he said."why yall come to poly? to do mass comm..? media. here? in singapore?"and someone shouted "journalism!!!"he said. "journalism? you dont even have freedom of speech"which is true. i mean seriously. but still. my heart is all for mass comm. and i'm hating my course. it's all business. and i hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/3146795848657637943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/3146795848657637943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_06_29_archive.html#3146795848657637943' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-4758539972142159784</id><published>2008-04-30T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:55:51.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. i'm finally finding out why not choosing mass comm was a good choice. the designing and marketing. duh! i'm lousy at that. like super horridly no creativity crap. it'll scare you. hahh. but yes. i'm okay with my course now. yay. even if it is boring and i'm not exactly interested in it yet. haha. but it's still much much much! better. according to the way i see it. haahha. for me at least.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4758539972142159784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4758539972142159784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_04_27_archive.html#4758539972142159784' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-6666555870880376278</id><published>2008-03-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:02:50.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright man. i got into my first choice? tourism and resort management! in np! heh. dammit. i'm like regretting it laa. cos for ssome reason, i was always interested in mass comm. so when i finally got to see what goes on behind the scenes, it all came crashing down to me. and i suddenly found myself saying i aint interested in mass comm anymore. like wth. and now i'm regretting man. dammit. tsk!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/6666555870880376278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/6666555870880376278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#6666555870880376278' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-7484237138499468019</id><published>2008-01-01T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:23:48.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog was made for school. but! i dont have school no more!! hahhahah. whoooo hooooo! it's a great feeling knowing that you dont have to go to school on the 2nd of jan. hahahahha. it's a first. you know? like dno how many thousand years have to go to school. then finally one day. no school anymore. then you regret taking things for granted and you feel like going back to school. but it's too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7484237138499468019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/7484237138499468019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2007_12_30_archive.html#7484237138499468019' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-5362733553993279447</id><published>2007-10-12T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:55:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. i miss school. badly. i've alwayssaid it. that i'd rather have lessons and no exams than to have hols. ohh wells. that's why i;ve been going to school. and i'm loving it! like. even if i there's talking talking and talking. it's fun with the free and easy thing. and i know i'm study. not all that hard. but you know. just at least studying. hahha. ohh wells wells wells. mug mug mug...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/5362733553993279447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/5362733553993279447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2007_10_07_archive.html#5362733553993279447' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-8544596814283543240</id><published>2007-07-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:27:09.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm. i'm hating my class all of a sudden. i mean. at first it was plain dislike. but now. it's becoming worst. i didnt use to hate. up until now. and the hatred is growing like crap. first. i'll like to say. the teachers arent that free to just give us extra lessons for nothing. instead of complaining everytime we get extra lessons, we should make full use of the time the teachers are willing to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/8544596814283543240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/8544596814283543240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2007_07_08_archive.html#8544596814283543240' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-2400856838395968978</id><published>2007-04-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:01:21.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently, rising up to the challenge is harder than expected. it's so much easier to say than to actually do something about it. i'm gonna have to say this. i'm gonna flunk the mid-years like crap. it's expected. i've not started studying! arghhh!! i need serious help! HELP HELP HELP!! i'm gonna die like this. miserable and all. cos i cant handle it. i cant handle it. start slicing my wrist up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/2400856838395968978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/2400856838395968978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2007_04_22_archive.html#2400856838395968978' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-4264437784125555706</id><published>2007-02-27T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:40:07.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whooo!! the new school term has arrived a while ago. and now a newer school term is arriving. i'm seriously dreading it. ever since the switch in streams, my results have been nothing but utter crap. i stopped failing my subjects in sec 3. and now, it's back to square one. i'm hating it. and all the freaking external pressures. arghh!! it's gonna drive me nuts. so i'll either rise up to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4264437784125555706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/4264437784125555706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#4264437784125555706' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114883033442608002</id><published>2006-05-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:40:19.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>squidward tentacles!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114883033442608002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114883033442608002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114883033442608002' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114814032390819743</id><published>2006-05-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:52:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exams are over!!and results are here :(so sad la. it ended so quickly. now that it's over, its getting really weird. it feels like we just finished our practice papers and there's still the real paper we have not taken yet. argh!! hate this feeling. i wanna relax but i cant! with all the tips, i'm only getting average marks. how the hell am i going to get through n-levels with 3-10 points only? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114814032390819743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114814032390819743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114814032390819743' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114545039411368697</id><published>2006-04-19T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:35:53.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so embarassing!!everybody gets cheers from their friends and allwhereas i get friggin cries of laughter!argh. of all pictures.one which makes me look so bad and horrible! :/hate it!!but i figuredthat photo cant prove anything.so here's one that canthe professional being professional</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114545039411368697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114545039411368697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114545039411368697' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114268653519035964</id><published>2006-03-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:10:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>malaysia trip was damn fun! whoo! never knew it'll be so nice la! haha. started the day by leaving the school late. for some reason or another, knew that would happen. reached malaysia and had prata for breakfast! shoik man. and it was damn cheap! whoo! can stand the fact that though she eats alot, she makes sarcastic remarks about others eating so much. i'm sure we've all noticed it. havent we, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114268653519035964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114268653519035964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114268653519035964' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114093855447985370</id><published>2006-02-25T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:47:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is today, tomorrow is tomorrow, yesterday is yesterday and the day after tomorrow is THE movie!! haha. so crappy !- huilingmy worst day - everit started out as a beautiful day. before finding out i had to hand in my food and nutrition coursework the next day. it was already 2100. quickly, i went to do my homework. at 0100, i finished it. and quickly saved it.i woke up the next day at 0900! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114093855447985370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114093855447985370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114093855447985370' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-114009894961754078</id><published>2006-02-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:09:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>totally. found out i scraped through chinese. haha. as usual. got like so close to failing. but i didnt! whoo! and miss chairperson was so trying to embarass me in front of the whole class? "BERNICE, HOW MUCH YOU GET ?" thanks ahh. but was smart enough to pretend it was a fail. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114009894961754078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/114009894961754078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114009894961754078' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-113915268812873689</id><published>2006-02-05T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T07:18:08.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.i'm so sorry to any and everyone who has encountered and endured countless popups which feature adult stuff or whatever.so sorry. please dont get horny.:Dsugar we're going down swinging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113915268812873689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113915268812873689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113915268812873689' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-113887683555615291</id><published>2006-02-02T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:40:35.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's been so boring lately.i'm so bored i can remember alfi's full name.muhammad nur alfilial bin mohammad kamal bin mohammad ismail.haha. how's that? hope i got it right.but anyway. what can i say? with him doing crappy stuff and all. DUH!! kawai ee neh! haha. whatever! holding his boobs and all! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113887683555615291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113887683555615291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113887683555615291' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137285.post-113819942354276764</id><published>2006-01-25T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:30:23.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my blog will be about school life. please dont blame me if i insult anyone or anything or whatever. ok?have fun reading.toilet?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113819942354276764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137285/posts/default/113819942354276764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexayeoldman.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113819942354276764' title=''/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03708950325284392156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
