<?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-239732358219861919</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:33:10.481+08:00</updated><category term='stigma'/><title type='text'>amismilingoryouare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-5414123326781121031</id><published>2009-01-01T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:00:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Splendid 2008, welcome gorgeous 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, spent the last hour with my primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;Ideal or what! Had a mixture of primary, secondary and tertiary friends.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's awesome, i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this particular would even exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-5414123326781121031?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5414123326781121031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=5414123326781121031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/5414123326781121031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/5414123326781121031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2009/01/splendid-2008-welcome-gorgeous-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-4180052934493350758</id><published>2008-11-16T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:58:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>Dreams do comes true.&lt;br /&gt;I remember talking bout friendship that will last since kindergarten,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my primary school friends are still contactable,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because Singapore a small nation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Glen, Carol, Jess, Abelina and Linshen yesterday to shop through the night market yesterday night, well, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Victor’s place in hope to find him,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, he wasn’t feeling well, but we still gotten his number ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite happy these few days, finally everyone’s back.&lt;br /&gt;We’re all grown up. I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;Found my bestie from secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;Well, this holiday don’t seem bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s dinner.&lt;br /&gt;December’s oversea trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of grace, and lord of everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you at this moment, at this instance&lt;br /&gt;In many times, you answered my call or you can say every time.&lt;br /&gt;I witness your amazing love through all incident,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your strength and you're everlasting grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa's down.&lt;br /&gt;Please bless my grandpa, giving him strength.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i'll seen your work&lt;br /&gt;and you will protect me, i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-4180052934493350758?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4180052934493350758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=4180052934493350758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/4180052934493350758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/4180052934493350758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-1159607818937640644</id><published>2008-11-14T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:52:40.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdo.</title><content type='html'>Not what I had expected – that’s the only thing I could conclude from today’s performance. What performance, it’s a theatre show put up by our school year two theatre diploma’s student. Our school being an arts school, not only equipped with talents of visual artists but definitely a performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited by Celine and was quite looking forward to watch it, went to the junior arts exhibition opening first, well, kids are quite fortunate these days. But talking about the theatre studies students, I was quite impressed by some of them, junkie, Xavier and the first scene’s girl. Their performance was simply astonishing, the way they carried themselves and the way they behave in form of their characters and most importantly their speech. They brought me into the story, it was impressive. I expected people whim I know to perform much better than they had earlier, but I cans see, they tried their best, applause for them, everyone. Btw there will be another screening tomorrow at campus three at 8pm, please if you have the time, do go for it and it’s free anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently when I was on my way home, this strange auntie who was sitting in front of me suddenly asked, Today’s Friday right? And I reply yes then the next thing I knew was that so expectedly she asked me for a dollar bill, of course I say no la. If I were to give her that dollar, it will make her richer. Some people might say that I’m so selfish and petty but what I’m about to tell you will make up simply shut up, after I said no, she turned away and start digging her bag and in her plastic casing wallet. There are two credit cards from Citibank and a DBS card. Come on, people like her will need to take one dollar from me meh, no way lor. What an ass, if she dared to turn to me again, I’ll make her sorry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-1159607818937640644?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1159607818937640644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=1159607818937640644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/1159607818937640644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/1159607818937640644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2008/11/weirdo.html' title='weirdo.'/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-6023923731379686093</id><published>2008-11-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:48:16.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise/shocked?</title><content type='html'>Surprise – something fabulous that happens when one is least expecting it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked – some negative stuff that you least expected to be happening but happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is that I hold too much expectation or I’m thinking too highly of myself, I never expected you to actually keep this thing from me. I thought you could tell me everything, least expected, I was the last one to know about it. Maybe you guys are just joking, but to me, I felt bit of betrayal and inferior. Maybe I’m still aren’t trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright, soon maybe when I think it through, I might be able to put it down and take it as nothing, simply nothing has happened at all, if that’s what you want, I don’t want to be spoilt sport for this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still can’t believe this I was thinking my brains out and trying to talk to you about it and hoping you will dared to ask that question, I was worried that if things were to drab too long, you might lose interest. Guess I’m wrong, I shouldn’t had worried – or even shouldn’t be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me petty or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;But I’m hurt, real hurt from friends I thought I was close to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a choice to stay in ID or move to FA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-6023923731379686093?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6023923731379686093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=6023923731379686093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/6023923731379686093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/6023923731379686093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2008/11/surpriseshocked.html' title='surprise/shocked?'/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-979497210827271220</id><published>2008-11-11T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:57:11.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stigma'/><title type='text'>my worst day of my life</title><content type='html'>Human body is really considering a science.&lt;br /&gt;Science is something that we will never ever manage to know it fully, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m damning my life, I slept after completing my presentation board yesterday, thinking that I could wait up at around seven in morning and then keeve for assessment, I gladly adjust the alarm in my phone and poof, I’m asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I look at my phone timing, it’s 10.37am.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk it, my assessment is at ten?! For a moment, I guess I went fit.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do and doesn’t know whom to call.&lt;br /&gt;I called R, and I reconfirmed the submission timing hoping that miracle could happen, but it doesn’t really happen. He asked me where am I, obviously I’m at home. I’m really pissed for a while that the reason that we are friends yet he didn’t even bother to see whether I did submit for my assessment or not and you know. eventually give me a call and maybe that will prevent me from being late, selfish maybe. This is like common sense, dude. When you’re not in class, I also called you but can’t you be likewise. What can I say now is that you’re just very very selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked and sms everyone in my contact, and now I realized that who is my true friend and who aren’t. Thanks Alvin, Shihan, Joey, Brien and even Celine. Well, for now I know who are classified as friend while those whom  I considered as friends are actually suppose to be classified under classmate and acquaintances only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that isn’t the only thing that you’ve shown your selfishness and neglecters . Enough of it. Really, life is a damn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-979497210827271220?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/979497210827271220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=979497210827271220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/979497210827271220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/979497210827271220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='my worst day of my life'/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239732358219861919.post-2469858663933687337</id><published>2008-11-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:34:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's busy with work, You're busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone is busy with one thing or two and neither of them have any time for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. If you want to contact me by now you will do so.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm dumb enough to hold on, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should pretty much of giving it up now? Friends comes and go, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm been made use of but I still got to be used, right?&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is rather dumb and ironical .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go my way !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239732358219861919-2469858663933687337?l=jaykay-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2469858663933687337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239732358219861919&amp;postID=2469858663933687337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/2469858663933687337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239732358219861919/posts/default/2469858663933687337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaykay-one.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-busy-with-work-youre-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaykay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110709473743456626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2347439362_5279976c84_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
