<?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-2644981562637213212</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:58:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Hei. U noe who i am.... I am da one n only Will.I.Am. I love my friends n da school n especially all ma fans.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644981562637213212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will.I.Am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497477602361198493</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644981562637213212.post-4242225010834676423</id><published>2008-01-15T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:11:58.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;man.....keep this goin and i'll collapse......today is the second day of the cross country practice. The jog was not as bad as the first one but I'm still having a hard time limping around the house just to get something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our jog starts from the school astaka.which is in the middle of the field..... we then jogged out of the school and turn right towards the palace. after the palace we would reach a petrol station where we'll turn in towards the residential areas. Later on, we would pass the hostel of the islamic school. Then, right around the corner hakim's mom was waving in our direction while waiting for her son to pass by. Eventually, we would come across another palace where around the corner is the street where My house is located. I could see some worried faces when they crossed that area for there is a stray dog wandering around. He barks awful loud and looks fierce but he doesn't bite and he rarely goes out on the road. He's quite harmless just like the saying 'a barking dog doesn't bite'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an endless run, the sun was shining as bright and as hot as ever. (blame global warming for this) and with the lacking of shade quite a number of people fainted. From a rear view, one minute they seemed fine, the next they would collapse like they got shot down or stunned. This is not a joke. The best has yet to come, we would do a u turn around A&amp;amp;W and after that we would have to jog our way back to school by the beach,but it's not all good. just imagine running on the beach with a gentle breeze on your face but your every step sinks in 3 inches into the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking and running we finally reached the school. It's a dam exhausting day but it's still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get some sleep.&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/2644981562637213212-4242225010834676423?l=batuburuk92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/feeds/4242225010834676423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644981562637213212&amp;postID=4242225010834676423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644981562637213212/posts/default/4242225010834676423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644981562637213212/posts/default/4242225010834676423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/2008/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Will.I.Am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497477602361198493</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-2644981562637213212.post-8017497640659547050</id><published>2008-01-09T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:12:50.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Not So Exciting Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         To whom it might concern, my name is William and this is my first time posting a blog. Somehow i feel as if there's someone somewhere making me post this blog. I'm a quiet boy living in a quiet place with an unexpectedly loud sister  which i sometimes find quite annoying. I go to school like any normal kid would and I'm currently studying in SMKSS, which is currently considered a cluster school. Despite the name and the black shoes we have to wear, i don't really see any difference between my school and the others. I'm placed in a class called 4 Ikram, which is the 1st class in the whole form. Nothing  exciting really happens in that class because whenever we have any free time or when the teachers aren't in the class the others in the always have their faces buried in text books or school work. I admit, this class is the most quite class i have ever been in my school days. So normally we look for something to do else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              About today, this morning the most absurd thing happened. My friends and i had been planning to go bowling this morning. Out of all the days, there had to be a family sports day today. The management didn't even bother to put up a notice or anything saying that the whole court had been fully booked for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Well, i dont have much time to continue due to the home work and a particular difficult essay i am given to do. I hope that i'll be able to make time to post more about the exciting saga of my not so exciting life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: That was a joke. not a good one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2644981562637213212-8017497640659547050?l=batuburuk92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/feeds/8017497640659547050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644981562637213212&amp;postID=8017497640659547050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644981562637213212/posts/default/8017497640659547050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644981562637213212/posts/default/8017497640659547050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batuburuk92.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-not-so-exciting-life.html' title='My Not So Exciting Life'/><author><name>Will.I.Am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497477602361198493</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
