<?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-3933623324814684678</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:15:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life story</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey everyone.I'm Jazsley.
Jaz for short. How are you today? Anyways feel free to add me in msn. jazisthebest@live.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PartyAtMeltdown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558332229521947023</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933623324814684678.post-4088418204903654204</id><published>2009-11-25T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:55:25.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/SxAEdtSpUcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Fk_Tce80xE/s1600/DSCN1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_9WJlg6HI/AAAAAAAAABE/01eFwb9aOFU/s320/Copy+of+DSCN1935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408820234467469426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_9O-WuqyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q3gxUmypdXY/s1600/DSCN1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_9O-WuqyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q3gxUmypdXY/s320/DSCN1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408820111193582370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_4PTLdf2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hbVBiA4mll4/s1600/DSCN1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_4PTLdf2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hbVBiA4mll4/s320/DSCN1936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814619225325410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_34zxczUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zFk1VqSe33g/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYA-g9vDxxI/Sw_34zxczUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zFk1VqSe33g/s320/Copy+of+DSCN1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814232837606722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,I wonder why i have the mood to blog when my eyes are almost shut.I dont wanna forget about this great night.The last farewell to my dear friends and teachers.Somehow its so heart warming to meet my schoolmates once again.Well here i go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, i woke up from bed early.I think its because i'm too excited to attend the prom.My outfit Irhas picked out for me looks either like a mobster or MJ. Black and white. Kinda kewl actually. Too bad he couldnt join us, if not it will be so damn fun.About one oclock or so, Danial came my house desperately trying to borrow my shirt.He couldnt find his and prom was a few hours away.i dont mind cause he is a good friend that has helped me countless of times.Right after, we played batman lego on the xbox. This game is a bit childish but i have no doubt that it is fun.Hazim and Texan went knocking onto my door moments later to get ready for prom. We took our time to groom ourselves and tried to look our best.Irhas helped to style Hazim and Danial's hair and boy hes good. Hazims outfit is nice, its vibrant and colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,we went out to meet Terrence and gang at the coffee bean. On the way there i saw Sasuke - Joe Yang.Yeah the character in Naruto.Terrence wear very relaxed, somehow he looks like those rich guys in chinese movies. We head to Carlton hotel after everyone gathered. Its awesome cause we all wear formal outfits and walking in a group except the part where the guys keep on calling me boss.This is one of the part of the day i treasure most cause we are all the same , as one cohort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Terence Lee , Joe Yang , Texan , Danial&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Thanks for.... , everything we ' ve been through , the hot and cold days in school , always getting me up when im down , accompanying me everytime im lonely. If you read this please forgive me if i did anything wrong. You always be my bros. I hope we will always stay in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence - you are always there when i'm lonely and share problems when we have it.The chalet during sec 1 and 2 where i spend most of my time with you makes me change my opinion of you.This guy is a caring and sporting friend. Stay calm dude and dont so Kan chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Yang - Remember the time where we keep on hanging out in the middle of the night , just to go and eat at mac.Its the moment where we became close.I started watching anime because you intro me to it. Ill be there for you anytime you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texan - The 1st day of sec three , i was assign to sit beside you. Phew im glad i did cause if not we wouldnt be as close as we are now.Although you punch me once where i cried and laugh at the same time , im not angry .  There's also the part where we keep quarrelling. Haha. Beware this guy is very playful. Thanks god for making me find a irreplaceable friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial - Last but not least. We've known each other since primary school. I wouldnt know how to get through my sec 3 and 4 life without your help. You give me a hand where i needed most one of it is accompanying me going to the gym. Dude thanks for making my life easier for me , and rock on like the Killers. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ming-My sitting buddy, to be honest , we're not in good terms during the later part of secondary 3. But fate has brought us together. Your one hell of a friend people could have. Teasing and scolding vulgarities at each other is our daily routine.Its nothing ive ever experience but i sure enjoy it.We have put our differences aside and bonded pretty well. This guy can be sarcastic at times but in actual fact he is concern more than anyone does. Thanks Faggot for making sec4 the best year i had in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the Carton -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nt up to our ballroom.  Sat on table 4 with Kok Wee , Arun , Danial , Texan , Wei Ming, Han Yong , Nicholas   And Zi Song .The food is  quite alright . I would'nt say its bad nor its good. Only the Unagi rocks.Was hoping for oyster though. Never mind, i have to cut down on eating or ill probably end up joining the future Singapore's fattest guys. Events are great.The teachers are very silly when they are picked to dance.Prom king - Aloysius Soh, Prom Queen - Zahirah. Aloysius outfit is nice indeed. The colour combination does not backfire each other. Its funny though, the way the mc joke around during this event. I was asked to go clubbing at the very last minute. Well anyways i took pictures with most of the people i knew and went off. After reaching there ' Everyone was BROKE!!' hahaha. Took bus 30 and went all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Wee and Arun - Rugby was fun eh. Its where we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Arun is one player you do not wanna mess with. Although look soft on the outside , in the game,  he is as strong as a bull. no  doubt. In class, he is hilarious with the stupid comments - 2 Hands down , he is the best clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kok Wee is a great assist in the game, never gives up at any obstacle he faces. He give everything at a 100 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chek Hie- Hey dude, I remember the time where you told the joke about Bush and the coconut trees.Your friggin silly and sometimes blur but that whats makes you unique. I enjoy the time playing games with you and watching movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali - This guy is very cheeky and never gets serious. All the times we've spent together, i will not forget it. 4 years dude. Haha If you could come for the chalet it would have been better. Ill miss you and your crazyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermin - Grand Family ! haha , i did enjoy my time in the clique especially the chalet during sec 2. It was seriously damn fun.You help me with my homework and other stuff. I havent really said thanks , but yeah i appreciate it.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannan - I remember when I first met you , you were damn funny with your impersonation of Russell Peters.Your another guy who have made me change a lot and help me found good friends.I appreciate your presence cause somehow it has made our class more lively, except the times when you are sleeping. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best buddies Allan, Hazim, Irhas , I would not write for you cause I know we will stay in contact.&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/3933623324814684678-4088418204903654204?l=happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4088418204903654204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/4088418204903654204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/4088418204903654204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-night.html' title='Prom night'/><author><name>PartyAtMeltdown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558332229521947023</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/_IYA-g9vDxxI/SxAEdtSpUcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Fk_Tce80xE/s72-c/DSCN1966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933623324814684678.post-8072398602142558179</id><published>2009-09-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:39:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War after Peace</title><content type='html'>Well that's karma. I dint work hard and here i had to pay a price =( Seriously,i learn that hard work is really important in life and that took me so long to learn.I was reluctant to do anything, like exercise.I grew a lot and everyone seems to agree on that. Every relatives house i went, no doubt there would be someone who says that i have grown fatter.My studies also got affected when i kept on slacking and hanging out with my friends which cause me my f9 e8 c7 or borderline passes.Its the prelims DAMMIT. So disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Hari Raya, i went to some of my relatives house.Its nice to meet them after not seeing their faces for quite long.When begging for forgiveness, it made me realize that people care about me.Somehow its sad i dint listen to my family all this time when they always help me through thick and thin. I really fell into the dark side of my personality, doing things that kills me and swore not to do when i was young. Smoking, Drinking , Obsessed in playing mind games-if you know what i mean.I love my mom and dad a lot.I really don't get why mommas boy is a insult.I was blind but never mind ill treasure them now as how they raised me up.I could not imagine what i do if they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,Fucked up day. Over slept and went to school late.As soon as i reached geography class."Down! Pumping position".Thats what i was ordered to do by Mr Samuel.So i did went into my push up position.He told the class that he was punishing me not because i was late but because of my ATROCIOUS work in my geography paper.Im feeling very shitty this moment.I was the only one punished.Why Cant i do geography like anyone else!?!? Maybe it was because I REFUSE to study.What the fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics lessons was next after recess.Founded out that i fail my chemistry paper.Im improving...Yeah right Ms Ng.Its not improving when you fail right.Despite the tuition,I still fail.Why why why am I SO FUCKING Lazy!?Eng wasnt too bad although its not what i expected.But cant get my hopes too high as i havent get the rest of my paper.Maths lesson, Failed my maths paper.I really am speechless about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive failed life.Screwed up practically everything.Her , fitness , now studies.Whats next? Family And Friends?I'm over confident, cocky , arrogant , insensitive.This is a reality check for me and i gotta start getting up and start running.My two pair of legs aint for nothing.Its never too late right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933623324814684678-8072398602142558179?l=happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8072398602142558179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/war-after-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/8072398602142558179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/8072398602142558179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/war-after-peace.html' title='War after Peace'/><author><name>PartyAtMeltdown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558332229521947023</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-3933623324814684678.post-6654771439227900780</id><published>2009-09-19T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:58:20.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is an odd day.In the morning,it was raining very heavily.Kind of sucks because i had to go school for 'my life' video.I was notified at the last minute on Thursday night.Shower,tidy up, picked up an umbrella and off i go.I was drenched in the rain especially my shoe and my socks.Firstly i had to walk on puddles of water.Secondly, there's a HOLE in my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching school, the people involved in the video was briefed that the video is not lively enough as compared to the sec 5.Honestly, i can say that the sec 4 express is not as bonded as the sec 5. That's our problem.The others were in no mood to operate the video smoothly since they were notified last minute and Mrs Kang gave us a lecture as we were not co-operating.I pity Jeremy because he have to come down to Westwood for every video shoot the school wants.Anyways, linus and me tried to start by talking,questioning and answering the guys casually.Somehow it worked and everyone was very focused.If its not lively enough,I'll be speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the video shoot,Gina asked me accompany her walk home together.And Hell, shes fast.She needed to get home beacuse of something urgent.I couldnt keep up with her walking pace.At night,about 8 pm- i met Irhas and Halista to chat and catch up.I really miss the sec 3 days where i can spend time with my best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its difficult to come together and keep in touch.I dont feel the same kind of bond with the friends i hang out now.Especially after that night where problem arises.No matter.After o lvls im going to catch up for past times we missed.Hhmmm,after o levels, im gonna graduate from Westwood.Since sec 1, i cant remember about the good times i had in Westwood other than my friends or my cca.All i know is that my friends have thought me values that can be learnt out of experience only.Before it gets too complicated i better stop here.But still, will i miss Westwood? I feel so empty though.Why am i so forgetful? Haha.Anyways peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933623324814684678-6654771439227900780?l=happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6654771439227900780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/6654771439227900780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933623324814684678/posts/default/6654771439227900780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happy-neverluckyjaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>PartyAtMeltdown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03558332229521947023</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-3933623324814684678.post-553426815492103305</id><published>2009-09-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:13:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons to learn, a day to change.</title><content type='html'>Well its been a long time since i last blog.Not sure why i created a blog but there is this urge to do it. Weird..... Anyways, about what i did today, maths paper is fine but history errrr gonna flunk that paper.To be honest, it was only in the morning i started flipping the pages. I did not regret though cause it is juz prelims and somehow i know i could do well in o levels. Dont question me about my confidence cause even i dont know where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my papers,i went to Timothy house and gosh, it looks like there was a party going on.Smoke and noise polluting the living room.Lucky his family dint know about it.When its time for some of the guys to go for literature, me ,mark , hazim and jamal went to a certain shelter located near his home.We waited for time to pass by smoking chatting and doing pointless stuff.Jermin and Jianyang join us afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They werent the only one,even the police came and question about the disturbance caused to people on playing soccer in the basketball court.I tried to lie my way out but somehow they founded out that we were playing the soccer ball before they came.Yup i know that sucks, it was an irony that we dint get any scolding from them.An hour and the half of waiting for the literature guys could really make life very mundane.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back and we all slacked at timothy house again.Slacking means doing nothing and i mean it literally.Sitting down, and having nothing to do is not fun.Believe me!? 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