<?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-1975601188609994470</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:18:18.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has their own story to tell.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975601188609994470.post-6408281885022626580</id><published>2010-09-04T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T06:10:30.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistence is futile.. not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;today's the start of the 1 week short holiday, very short indeed.&lt;br /&gt;the first day is already coming to an end while i'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's has gotta be one of the most epic day this year,&lt;br /&gt;( well i'm not even sure if there previously there were any similar occasions )&lt;br /&gt;haha, let's take a PEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off well.. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the way it ended, i could have done much more significent things.&lt;br /&gt;yet i chose to go basketball instead.&lt;br /&gt;when can i wake up from all these shit and finally settle down with the more important stuff that concerns my future.&lt;br /&gt;everything's just building up within me, yet i choose not to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; can help, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is annoying me with all the emo statuses.&lt;br /&gt;what the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; do you stand to gain from telling everyone you're an emo.&lt;br /&gt;would you feel happier ? i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;oh, an update about the school.&lt;br /&gt;artrockcafe's selling icecream !&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 different flavor in a row, to prevent myself from buying them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;how strategic, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just wish i can transfer out of this school.&lt;br /&gt;then, i can forget about everything over there,&lt;br /&gt;start a new chapter, without all the screwed up bits and ideology.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sounds like a perfect story.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure many many people would be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;especially, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;a good holiday always has to come with homework.&lt;br /&gt;AY SHIBAL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1975601188609994470-6408281885022626580?l=on-theotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/6408281885022626580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/09/resistence-is-futile-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6408281885022626580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6408281885022626580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/09/resistence-is-futile-not.html' title='Resistence is futile.. not.'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975601188609994470.post-4004635882916972611</id><published>2010-09-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:02:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today just felt like any other days,&lt;br /&gt;started out with tuition at 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed the longgg ass walk to the bus interchange,&lt;br /&gt;nice air, cool atmosphere, sexy red ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't had time for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;parents wasn't at home.&lt;br /&gt;everything felt so rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought milk tea and walked up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;heard a low husky " hello " behind me,&lt;br /&gt;turned around, no one.&lt;br /&gt;turned infront, Mr Low. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were only 4 human being present today,&lt;br /&gt;thanks Mr Low for sacrificing your holiday for my make up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;the new chapter was pretty confusing to me,&lt;br /&gt;supposed to end tuition at 12, in the end stayed til 2.&lt;br /&gt;all in the name of Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought lunch and all,&lt;br /&gt;( i shouldn't be elaborating on this topic should i ? )&lt;br /&gt;skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner outside with my family,&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, is a milestone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't finish off everything on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my sister who coerced me to finish up her ban mian and plus my curry rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went northpoint with my 2 sisters after that,&lt;br /&gt;2nd sis spent 18942 years deciding which slipper she should buy at sportslink.&lt;br /&gt;in the end bought flip flop.&lt;br /&gt;how i envy, iPANEMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went cotton on to get my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;bought 2 shirt.&lt;br /&gt;M is getting a TAD too small for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no philosophy or what some of you might label as bullshit for today.&lt;br /&gt;no huge talks, no reflections, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm silently killing myself for not bringing the math textbook home.&lt;br /&gt;while doing so, i shall sip on the Iced Coconut Latte and revise for tomorrow's hist test.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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/1975601188609994470-4004635882916972611?l=on-theotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/4004635882916972611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/09/oblivious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/4004635882916972611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/4004635882916972611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/09/oblivious.html' title='Oblivious'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975601188609994470.post-6350290190808636673</id><published>2010-08-31T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:28:35.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today's performance, was really bad..&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put in that bit of effort, i didn't prepare much, i thought i had everything under control,&lt;br /&gt;But what i lacked most was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i produced such a slipshod piece of what was actually to be deemed as " a piece of art " to the audience, most importantly the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was just too egoistic,&lt;br /&gt;missing out on the important part, " it's all about you and the teachers, not your friends. "&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i dragged the rest of you down with me, you guys did great..&lt;br /&gt;Esp Hidayat and Weiyang, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Janziel.. for screwing up your item, i sang an octave lower for the starting verse, thus everything sounded soooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i wasn't responsible enough to learn it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good handing out the cards i made to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I know they won't accept it and think " it's just a card "&lt;br /&gt;I hope they read what i've written, and be touched.&lt;br /&gt;An expensive snow globe, a teddy bear won't make a good birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what Miss Xu said is really true. Haha, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the adventure at OPSS ended, another starts at JPS.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that place man.. 6 years of education.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 years since i left that school, does this prove that time travel faster than light or what ?&lt;br /&gt;So much have changed, the people, the facilities.&lt;br /&gt;We waited so damn long before we're able to get in, all for a good cause i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the food there, so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS LIM AND MDM TAN ! I'm so gonna visit you guys again next year !&lt;br /&gt;This is become a tradition already, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is getting a tad tooooo wordy for me to post what i feel about all the individual teachers, thus i shall have to break a little promise and not post, maybe when i have the mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;once again, happy teacher's day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I use one hand to pull you closer, the other to push you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1975601188609994470-6350290190808636673?l=on-theotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/6350290190808636673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6350290190808636673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6350290190808636673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce.'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975601188609994470.post-8634555911608328664</id><published>2010-08-30T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T07:41:11.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a friend.</title><content type='html'>You know you're screwed when you realised that there's no toilet rolls when Life throw shit at you, and it's all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been getting this kind of treatment recently.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i've deciphered the hidden meaning behind those shit.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't pay to be honest, to have integrity.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure i feel good not lying to myself and going against my own principle, but do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;get it ?&lt;br /&gt;it is an ineluctable truth that human beings view each other on the surface, we judge by what we see and not what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;after the judgement, and you feel comfortable with each other, the feeling begin.&lt;br /&gt;that's how the term friends actually exists.&lt;br /&gt;and when the feeling don't get into a mutual agreement, things fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;that's the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;truth.&lt;br /&gt;where, when, how can i find that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; ? i'm happy with just one.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a BEST friend, i just need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you can be gynophobic, heliophobic for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;Unofficially my doom's day, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Have to perform 2 items..&lt;br /&gt;Have to return $9 to Janziel Joy Sulangi Licayan, ( damn i'm good )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this on a happy note,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYADVANCETEACHER'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Will post more about the individual teacher's tomorrow, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go do my teacher's day present now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken disposition&lt;br /&gt;I’m a liar who thirsts for the truth&lt;br /&gt;And while I ache for faith to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the scars and see the proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975601188609994470-8634555911608328664?l=on-theotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/8634555911608328664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/8634555911608328664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/8634555911608328664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-friend.html' title='I need a friend.'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975601188609994470.post-6077097919307269733</id><published>2010-08-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:47:16.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplate.</title><content type='html'>i figured that if i were to not share anything with anyone, i might just explode.&lt;br /&gt;not literally, but you should get what i'm driving at..&lt;br /&gt;and so yes that is the whole point of having this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only describe this past few weeks with 1 word. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HECTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, HECTIC. I know what you're thinking, but just treat the formal word as a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;AYLC ended off with a bang i guess, so i guess the many hours spent on it was all for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Many complications, and many a times i couldn't really compromise with the other members.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all my fault that the practices and rehearsals wasn't all that fun, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But i do hope that on the final day, everyone would just give it all out, the song doesn't sound that bad alright. Fuck those negative comments !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think alot.&lt;br /&gt;I think alot about all those little trivial stuff, which, on the surface doesn't really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;I think alot about the negative stuff, thus nothing good ever come out of me, and the only times when i felt that i actually accomplished something was when i made rash decisions. Decisions i should have made without hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;I think alot about scenarios that would never happen in real life, yet i pray with all my remaining Faith, they do.&lt;br /&gt;I think alot about my friends, and how they think of me, yet somehow i don't feel anything in return. What are friends man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think alot about my future, who i want to be and what i want really want to do, yet here i am lazing around, when there's 2 tests coming up TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lastly, i think alot about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, but will she understand ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975601188609994470-6077097919307269733?l=on-theotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/6077097919307269733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/contemplate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6077097919307269733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975601188609994470/posts/default/6077097919307269733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-theotherside.blogspot.com/2010/08/contemplate.html' title='Contemplate.'/><author><name>WILSON !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09878396836720792830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
