<?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-2137045892263876355</id><updated>2011-11-25T22:12:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters Of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My Confidence Is Leaving Me On My Own</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iniquitously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iniquitously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ranson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282354910441462808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137045892263876355.post-7882261855183248212</id><published>2010-02-09T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:05:41.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Discovery</title><content type='html'>I came across a website that says the world will end in 2022 instead of 2012.&lt;br /&gt;More information can be found &lt;a href="http://killerjo.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137045892263876355-7882261855183248212?l=iniquitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/7882261855183248212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/7882261855183248212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iniquitously.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-discovery.html' title='A New Discovery'/><author><name>Ranson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282354910441462808</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-2137045892263876355.post-3763044891350846656</id><published>2010-01-27T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:27:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns9d9BV3wHc/S2BM8kXrRQI/AAAAAAAAABw/-E91dnmoT2U/s1600-h/smileyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns9d9BV3wHc/S2BM8kXrRQI/AAAAAAAAABw/-E91dnmoT2U/s320/smileyface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431425754047661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137045892263876355-3763044891350846656?l=iniquitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/3763044891350846656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/3763044891350846656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iniquitously.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282354910441462808</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns9d9BV3wHc/S2BM8kXrRQI/AAAAAAAAABw/-E91dnmoT2U/s72-c/smileyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137045892263876355.post-5959196528732402667</id><published>2010-01-11T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:49:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's NOT The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;During 2005, Secondary 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a new school with a lousy PSLE score. I still remember that on my first day of school, the moment i see the school, my first impression was, "wah, sian la, what kind of school is this, so old". But no choice, I can only blame myself for doing badly for my PSLE, ended up in this school. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got kicked to this school, not any of my choices.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And no other school wants me as well. So I have no choice but to study in this school. Made many new friends, and found out that almost everybody got kicked to this school. Throughout the whole year, I did badly for all exams and consistently ranked the bottom few for my class position. Needless to say, I also ranked the bottom few for the level position. All I know is that my mother had to keep coming to the school to collect my report book because I failed almost all subjects. Although being stupid, I still managed to pass some subjects at the end of the year and got promoted to Secondary 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;During 2006, Secondary 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still continue to fool around, not taking things seriously. Just like Secondary 1, I failed most of the subjects and ranked the bottom few for my class position as well as level position again. But it is a little different this time. When the year end exam is approaching, I studied a little this time. Still, my results ain't that good but I managed to be promoted to Secondary 3. And thank God, I got most of the subjects that I have chosen. Phy/Bio, SS/Geo and D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;During 2007, Secondary 3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to change. I did pretty well for all my exams this time. I spent more time playing than studying, but still I did well for most of the subjects. If I'm not wrong, I only did badly for Humanities. That subject seriously sucks. During the year end exam, I did well and ranked 3rd for my class position. Of course, I'm very happy and also received an award. I think that's the first time I received an award. I know it's a little pathetic uh.. But how can I not be promoted to Secondary 4 with that results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During 2008, Secondary 4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4 is definitely the best year throughout my whole Secondary school life. That is the year when the 7 of us grew closer to each other. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chai Sheng, Leonard, Noel, Samson, Siew Yong, Yin Chuen &amp;amp; Myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Skipping school, skipping lessons.. Many teachers knew that we skipped school &amp;amp; lessons. Our form teacher even called our parents, but I was lucky because my parents did not answer the phone. So I managed to escape everytime. When I brought home my report book each time, my mother would ask why is my attendance like that. I would always say because I go late and the teacher did not mark my attendance. My mother believed because my results were not that bad. Time flies, N Level is just around the corner and I did not really study for it. Luck has always been with me these 4 years and I managed to pass my N Level. I was given a choice either to go Secondary 5 or ITE Higher Nitec. But without much consideration, I told my teacher that I want to go Secondary 5 but my teacher encourage me to go ITE instead. But I insist that I want to go Secondary 5. While I'm at home after taking my results, I was thinking that I really should go ITE instead, because I don't think I will always be lucky. I told my mother about it, but she don't allow me to go ITE, asked me to try and take O Level. I have no choice, but to move on to Secondary 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;During 2009, Secondary 5..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I can only say that I put in no effort in my studies. Out of the 7 of us, only 2 of us moving on to Secondary 5 to take our O Level. Although I did not skip school/lessons anymore, but I slept in class often. I can say that I spent 1 year lazing around. O Level is around the corner and I only did some last minute revision. Without putting in any effort, how well can I do? I have no one but myself to blame. I fail my O Level and I can only go to ITE Higher Nitec. So, that means that I have wasted 1 year of my life. Life still goes on, what I can do now is only appeal and hope that I can get into Republic Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how my life was for the past 5 years. I know my life is pathetic, and I don't need anyone to tell me that. I want to thank all the teachers &amp;amp; friends that have been giving me hope. Sorry, I've let everybody down. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise that I will do my best for the next chapter of my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137045892263876355-5959196528732402667?l=iniquitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/5959196528732402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137045892263876355/posts/default/5959196528732402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iniquitously.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-end.html' title='It&apos;s NOT The End'/><author><name>Ranson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282354910441462808</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>
