<?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-8785495</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:43:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><subtitle type='html'>speechless</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-1318529846154669378</id><published>2007-11-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:13:41.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was so so long since my last blogging experience. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm left with two more papers and i'm DONE FOR JUNIOR COLLEGE LIFE AND THE A LEVEL EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERTHELESS this period is both fun and tough. Yea i studied my ass off but i played hard too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kZauumUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oXQ88ZIh7-0/s1600-h/DSC00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kZauumUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oXQ88ZIh7-0/s320/DSC00443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439906851232066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kaKuumVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/faeDSeyEMvQ/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kaKuumVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/faeDSeyEMvQ/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439919736133970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kaauumWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FzUJbeTbjOE/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kaauumWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FzUJbeTbjOE/s320/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439924031101282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kcquumXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eMlWbP2rkCI/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kcquumXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eMlWbP2rkCI/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439962685806962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kcquumYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RDPmT0I9svg/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kcquumYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RDPmT0I9svg/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439962685806978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how are my other poly friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well jiayi got a bf, and i guess shan is also attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingjing like mia. no la probably busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chew should be busy with her church stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry lyn that i'm here for you all these while and thankyou for your understanding. I'll catch up with you soon. I wanna hug you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie's attached too. wth why is everyone attaching. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? still single. i hope for a gf soon though. but so far no new lobangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have been so busy with exam exam and exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is all coming to an end, inevitably, i'm feeling a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to my other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-1318529846154669378?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1318529846154669378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=1318529846154669378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/1318529846154669378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/1318529846154669378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-so-so-long-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rz2kZauumUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oXQ88ZIh7-0/s72-c/DSC00443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-4090656044703913592</id><published>2007-09-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:40:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just so random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYUxyA7I/AAAAAAAAALg/RgudxZ7VQhg/s1600-h/28-06-07_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYUxyA7I/AAAAAAAAALg/RgudxZ7VQhg/s320/28-06-07_2252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573923633824690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYUxyA8I/AAAAAAAAALo/LQE_TKDZ7Js/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYUxyA8I/AAAAAAAAALo/LQE_TKDZ7Js/s320/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573923633824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYkxyA9I/AAAAAAAAALw/nYIrCHpOH-I/s1600-h/10-07-07_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYkxyA9I/AAAAAAAAALw/nYIrCHpOH-I/s320/10-07-07_1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573927928792018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYkxyA-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mk5eJJP-4gc/s1600-h/09-07-07_1426sdsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYkxyA-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Mk5eJJP-4gc/s320/09-07-07_1426sdsd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573927928792034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4quUxyA2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K104BozkAV8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4quUxyA2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K104BozkAV8/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573202079318882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qukxyA3I/AAAAAAAAALA/ll3ENtIxA_U/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qukxyA3I/AAAAAAAAALA/ll3ENtIxA_U/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573206374286194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA4I/AAAAAAAAALI/yTN1p5n794Y/s1600-h/COCKEYE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA4I/AAAAAAAAALI/yTN1p5n794Y/s320/COCKEYE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573210669253506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2yqfZQbSGE/s1600-h/DSC00413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2yqfZQbSGE/s320/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573210669253522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA6I/AAAAAAAAALY/GWu3CT5BOC0/s1600-h/09-07-07_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4qu0xyA6I/AAAAAAAAALY/GWu3CT5BOC0/s320/09-07-07_1752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115573210669253538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4090656044703913592?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4090656044703913592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4090656044703913592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4090656044703913592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4090656044703913592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-so-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rv4rYUxyA7I/AAAAAAAAALg/RgudxZ7VQhg/s72-c/28-06-07_2252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-4095551311782283478</id><published>2007-09-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:48:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY LUNAR MOONCAKE/MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO THEO HOUSE YET AGAIN. THANKS BITCH! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HOUSE AND OF COURSE, MARY WHO COOKED NON-STOP(!!!) FOR US. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh90xyAoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/odlq2Qd5gH8/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh90xyAoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/odlq2Qd5gH8/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113804354158199426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PIC MOST. QUITE ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_ExyApI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PeU0vKdUeDU/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_ExyApI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PeU0vKdUeDU/s320/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113804375633035922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SIX OF US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_UxyAqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NqFRzfQtHgE/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_UxyAqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NqFRzfQtHgE/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113804379928003234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_kxyArI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MONl8HmjVrg/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_kxyArI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MONl8HmjVrg/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113804384222970546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_0xyAsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rVPF2GRN72g/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh_0xyAsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rVPF2GRN72g/s320/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113804388517937858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJExyAtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ok5dS2m17RA/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJExyAtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ok5dS2m17RA/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113807845966611154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly. the lighting the lighting. ghostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJkxyAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZMhcHbxQfME/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJkxyAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZMhcHbxQfME/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113807854556545762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting up a FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJkxyAvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y1N78LQqQi4/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJkxyAvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/y1N78LQqQi4/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113807854556545778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTE VANDALISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJ0xyAwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pId_AWyhRvs/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflJ0xyAwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pId_AWyhRvs/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113807858851513090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUPID PEOPEL SERIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflKExyAxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ciAbC6y2xVA/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvflKExyAxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ciAbC6y2xVA/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113807863146480402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmhUxyAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y7m0RswJkk0/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmhUxyAyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Y7m0RswJkk0/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113809362090066722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHING. FELL ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmhkxyAzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/02fbaPbEc8c/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmhkxyAzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/02fbaPbEc8c/s320/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113809366385034034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DINOSAUR BITCH. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfmh0xyA0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/-G8_cJ7WaEY/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfmh0xyA0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/-G8_cJ7WaEY/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113809370680001346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEBAS. THANKS FOR YOUR PSP! I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmiExyA1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5EI8XFnZXzk/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RvfmiExyA1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5EI8XFnZXzk/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113809374974968658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS HOW I SPENT MY MOONY FESTIVAL HAPPILY WITH MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well long time didnt blog this much of pics. i know i know. I missed out the FOOD this time though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theo house party = good good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curry and pasta and bla bla bla. LIKE FEAST FOR A BIG EVENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL i love today. DONT CHA!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4095551311782283478?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b04837ec2cf2396&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4095551311782283478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4095551311782283478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4095551311782283478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4095551311782283478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rvfh90xyAoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/odlq2Qd5gH8/s72-c/DSC01052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-5758691453424225504</id><published>2007-08-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:28:00.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GHCtslI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUtQKyfWNIo/s1600-h/2007062307463434.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GHCtslI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUtQKyfWNIo/s320/2007062307463434.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995197687345746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GXCtsmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8_AiFg7IfuU/s1600-h/secretent0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GXCtsmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8_AiFg7IfuU/s320/secretent0710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995201982313058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GXCtsnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EUeLlnqVRtg/s1600-h/1182446917_kqXala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GXCtsnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EUeLlnqVRtg/s320/1182446917_kqXala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995201982313074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GnCtsoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y_1LS6nBg9g/s1600-h/U1819P28T3D1452391F326DT20070215083855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GnCtsoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y_1LS6nBg9g/s320/U1819P28T3D1452391F326DT20070215083855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995206277280386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GnCtspI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AemOzli3sXY/s1600-h/U1819P28T3D1452391F329DT20070215083855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GnCtspI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AemOzli3sXY/s320/U1819P28T3D1452391F329DT20070215083855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995206277280402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the best movies i'd watched and certainly one of my top few favourite which'd left me with a fabulous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second movie i gave full marks besides Transformers. Ha. Well it's worth it. REALLY! AND I'M GOING TO WATCH SECRET AGAIN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS JEANIE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY WITH YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-5758691453424225504?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5758691453424225504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=5758691453424225504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5758691453424225504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5758691453424225504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-one-of-best-movies-id-watched-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RtF7GHCtslI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUtQKyfWNIo/s72-c/2007062307463434.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-3266187852522310247</id><published>2007-08-19T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:01:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If yesterday were to be named, I'll call it Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i had been born again. In Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall stop me. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm new, just wait and see =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to watch the fireworks last night. It marked a beautiful end to my day. Yeah, what a beautiful day God had made well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same. Not like yesterday or the day before. I'll never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-3266187852522310247?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3266187852522310247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=3266187852522310247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/3266187852522310247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/3266187852522310247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-yesterday-were-to-be-named-ill-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-3968874796108259419</id><published>2007-08-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:31:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rr3ILfIyeNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0jBUDaypSKc/s1600-h/DSC00670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rr3ILfIyeNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0jBUDaypSKc/s320/DSC00670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097450452915747026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You give me wings when i'm falling,&lt;br /&gt; You lift me up when i'm down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of giving up on us and on myself, i really did, yet you held on to me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i forgot that someone still loves me, you would remind me once and again.&lt;br /&gt;When i thought i wasn't worth anything, you would reassure me once and again.&lt;br /&gt;When i forgot how to love, you would teach me how, once and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you had always been there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after how i've hurt you and said that i hated you, you said that you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a skill to be learnt indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to be a gift and i am the receiver, the giver must be God. It must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry and thank you, for what i've done, and for what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE YOU TOO,&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where were you when i needed you the most? Nah, i don't need and don't want to know the answer. I was just greatly disappointed. I was speechless and lost, for i never expected it from you. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-3968874796108259419?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3968874796108259419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=3968874796108259419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/3968874796108259419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/3968874796108259419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-give-me-wings-when-im-falling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rr3ILfIyeNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0jBUDaypSKc/s72-c/DSC00670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-6623919103260757116</id><published>2007-08-09T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:53:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rrqhm_IyeMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Nt5b7Pq7ZH4/s1600-h/DSC00670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rrqhm_IyeMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Nt5b7Pq7ZH4/s320/DSC00670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096563619478534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that i'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who say i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to breathe. But cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like not caring about anything anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who says i can? &lt;br /&gt;And who says i cant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once i thought that i would want to give up. &lt;br /&gt;But then i thought that there may still chance. &lt;br /&gt;And then i thought of the faituge that you caused. &lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was often trapped in my own thoughts cycle. Yeah, that caused most of my mental fatigue i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed with you, because you broke the promise that &lt;strong&gt;you said you didn't give&lt;/strong&gt;. Because of this i felt disregarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to trust in your words anymore. All the more, you. You don't give firmness in your attitude, and you rob others' security so as to feed yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is, and can be selfish or greedy. But i oppose to the idea that you enjoy it at the expense of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't, because it is just so unfair, so disrespecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i think that the world envolves around me, but only to a certain degree, that satisfy myself. But it would be just a modicum as compared to some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much that i hoped that i can poised a knife on the globe, i also wished that i was a complete obselete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the &lt;em&gt;wind&lt;/em&gt;. Because i want you to feel me. But i'll be gone before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the &lt;em&gt;sun&lt;/em&gt;. Because i can shine over you and let you feel my warmth. But i'll be gone before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the &lt;em&gt;rain&lt;/em&gt;. Because i can hide your tears when you are the most vulnerable to the outside world. But i'll be gone before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the &lt;em&gt;rainbow&lt;/em&gt;. Because i know it makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i want to be &lt;em&gt;nigel&lt;/em&gt;, the sparklers that you know and dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't expect too much from me. STOP IT. STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm far from being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm far from my expectections.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm far from yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i want to be him who can love you while being himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who i am. So accept me before i reject myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For then, it would be me who'd the knife poised on my neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before i can say goodbye... And before you know it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;sparklers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Glad or not, this entry is not pointing or steering towards any. Happy or not, for some would thought that this entry was specially for them. But who says it's not, and who says it is, not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-6623919103260757116?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6623919103260757116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=6623919103260757116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/6623919103260757116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/6623919103260757116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-says-that-im-happy-and-who-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rrqhm_IyeMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Nt5b7Pq7ZH4/s72-c/DSC00670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-960186479674990271</id><published>2007-08-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:05:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M NOT HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet jean to study later. Hope she wont be angry about me postponing the time to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but my weekends, which i always look forward to, keep on turning out to be moody. I hope somebody is there to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade you said you wanna call me but you didn't. You forgot? Or you sensed that i have slept. But you didn't even leave me a sms. Hope you have a good time talking to whoever last night. You know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's wrong with you rea? And what did i do? I'm so fully innnocent of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with everyone. Something must be wrong with me too then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened this week. Dramatic and havoc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love this week yet i hate some of the things that happen. I enjoy some parts of it while i felt tortured in the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do i always land myself in a worse state after being very happy? Happy till tired? HAHA. My emotions are like a rollercoaster. LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having lyn cos she understands me and i understands her. HA. WE ARE THE MOODY AND DEPRESSED PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. I'M STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-960186479674990271?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/960186479674990271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=960186479674990271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/960186479674990271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/960186479674990271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-573041520045640752</id><published>2007-07-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:31:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RqDav1Rj4YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sztsg0upsYo/s1600-h/14-07-07_2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RqDav1Rj4YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sztsg0upsYo/s320/14-07-07_2236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308094218101122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well weekend's here once again! WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched harry potter with ade, long, kok and theo. Everyone's tired after this traumitising week but we still managed to last to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade actually commented that Harry potter was boring, and she almost fell asleep! LIKE WTH! I was enjoying it pretty much lehh. The others also said it's okay, though long added that it is disappointing. Fine, i think i'm just too easily satisfied as compared to them uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not talk about prejudice, since reading xiaxue's blog making me really objecting to certain fashions in today's society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have prejudice against people who0 cant speak well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that the people around me are pretty good with their ling that it makes me feel irritated when i come across someone who cant speak well? Perhaps that a reason you know. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated when someone cant convey his idea clearly through his speech. I'm just easily irritated, just like my soulmate okay. What's worse, the person is loud and looks retarded. Rather, the sight of him just doesnt make me feel any better. At else if he's good looking/ she's pretty, i'll concentrate on the face rather than picking out all the flaws in the words that sprouting out of the mouth all the time. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, i hate to argue with this kinda people. Firstly they cant argue back in a higher standard fashion, secondly they are often reduced to using the volume of their voice to try out win the other party, and thirdly, they tend to be sore losers and use nonsense to rebuke back CHILDISHLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you gone to watch the ste**n lim vid put up on xiaxue's blog? OMG HE'S ONE FUCKING DISGUSTING EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OPINION OF HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as how i wrote my comment to xiaxue, HE SHOULD BE STONED TO DEATH. Simply because he is a disGRACE to out beautiful island country SINGAPORE. He is so low class and the way he speaks can keep a pregnant lady throwing up for three full hours. And i didn't really wanna look at his face while hearing to what he got to say. It's simply to gruesome for the human eye. It was like watching how a transgenic cow which just so happen to have something like a human head and cockroach face farting through its mouth. Please dont tell me he live anywhere near me. And his half naked picture is sufficient to kill your appetite for the rest of the month. TOTAL GROSSNESS. HE REACHED AND TOUCH MY MAX LEVEL OF TOLERANCE. PASSED ALL THE THRESHOLDS ALREADY. 10.1/10 FOR DISGUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have prejudice against people with bad fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well why? What why. Prejudice is just prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys who wear tight fit shirt when they do not have that bod to wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when guys wear such shirts that expose their dont-know-whyy-so-hard-and-sharp nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gross people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are some guys wearing such woman-like attire? Like a singlet(which is okay by itself) plus a cardigan(however you spell it) and THEN SHOWING PART OF THE SHOULDER STILL! What the fuck. Are you trying to act sexy by revealing that bit of your skin? FUCKING GAY AND GROSSNESS. Seen one once at somerset mrt while waiting for ade and i felt like pouring some kerosene on him and light a matchstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have prejudice against musclemen who like to show off at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with it right, 'cos they are doing their own thing and i'm doing my own. BUT it's when they look around with that arrogant and radiant beam on their face that's irritating me. Like what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, their bod is okay/too bulky and the FACE IS REALLY CMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking over and say, "Hey i guess you have spend so much time, money and effort on your bod right, why not start doing something to that face of yours NOW? I suggest you get started by wrapping your head with that towel of yours. You are welcomed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how mean i can get. But of course in real life i wouldn't dare to do such a thing. I can hurt people but i don't want to hurt people like so unnecessarily. Some thoughts should be kept to myself sometimes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END. I shall start and stop at this three. If there are other irritating incident then maybe i'll blog about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those foreigh workers who flock to the town during weekend. LC LC LC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate too over kinda PDA. AND WORSE, GAYS. Freaking cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate supposed-to-be-gay sashaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand ah lians, not pretty ones WHO need so much make up. GO FUCK YOUR FACE LA. (THE POWDER WILL BE DUSTING THE AIR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's my plan for tomorrow. BLEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-573041520045640752?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/573041520045640752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=573041520045640752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/573041520045640752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/573041520045640752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-weekends-here-once-again-woot-woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RqDav1Rj4YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sztsg0upsYo/s72-c/14-07-07_2236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-2725349416938242614</id><published>2007-07-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:18:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY NOT GO TO XIAXUE'S BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New interesting stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-2725349416938242614?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2725349416938242614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=2725349416938242614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/2725349416938242614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/2725349416938242614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-not-go-to-xiaxues-blog-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-7128681414150757951</id><published>2007-07-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:53:41.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/th--IZDhr4g/s1600-h/09-07-07_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/th--IZDhr4g/s320/09-07-07_1418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086910712192950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4PI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LtvE_n7-FWc/s1600-h/09-07-07_1426sdsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4PI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LtvE_n7-FWc/s320/09-07-07_1426sdsd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086910712192950514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y6JJvMXcbbQ/s1600-h/10-07-07_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y6JJvMXcbbQ/s320/10-07-07_1234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086910712192950530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWWFRj4RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4MFnlKOVb-c/s1600-h/09-07-07_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWWFRj4RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4MFnlKOVb-c/s320/09-07-07_1752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086910716487917842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWWFRj4SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OxyvFjUN9Rw/s1600-h/09-07-07_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWWFRj4SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OxyvFjUN9Rw/s320/09-07-07_1457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086910716487917858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started and i'm not tuned to it at all yet. WTF. But at least i ve got the people i need to pull me through all these crap. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are bad. Most people are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MUST NOT BE SLACK ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL UNLEASH MY WHOLE POTENTIAL SOON. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S WAIT AND SEE. Life will be great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING. LOVE YOU MOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-7128681414150757951?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7128681414150757951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=7128681414150757951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/7128681414150757951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/7128681414150757951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-started-and-im-not-tuned-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RphWV1Rj4OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/th--IZDhr4g/s72-c/09-07-07_1418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-4404120028959868314</id><published>2007-07-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:37:43.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you guys for day 070707.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtu0EFDUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZujXjZnL38s/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtu0EFDUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZujXjZnL38s/s320/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084825367806807362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvUEFDVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_s1yfRVpZ8M/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvUEFDVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_s1yfRVpZ8M/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084825376396741970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvkEFDWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BGCVNzUAP6U/s1600-h/mypic+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvkEFDWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BGCVNzUAP6U/s320/mypic+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084825380691709282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvkEFDXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RnehlFURQ-c/s1600-h/mypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtvkEFDXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RnehlFURQ-c/s320/mypic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084825380691709298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtv0EFDYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KRaOHlQCdIo/s1600-h/mypic+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtv0EFDYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KRaOHlQCdIo/s320/mypic+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084825384986676610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs4UEFDPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jnsx9wpKnfQ/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs4UEFDPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jnsx9wpKnfQ/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084824431503936754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs4kEFDQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8Kw8txI6AYk/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs4kEFDQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8Kw8txI6AYk/s320/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084824435798904066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs50EFDRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JkDkZx5105I/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs50EFDRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JkDkZx5105I/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084824457273740562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs6EEFDSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8-ES_PNabMQ/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs6EEFDSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8-ES_PNabMQ/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084824461568707874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs60EFDTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Sa9MUlIzpcI/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDs60EFDTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Sa9MUlIzpcI/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084824474453609778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best days of my jc life. This year's birthday was as good, or even better than last year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt realise that this year's birthday i didn't have a bdae cake until Shing and jas bought me one to give me a surprise. Thanks for that PINK creature that you guys gave me okay. And thanks kok and jess too la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love and woo! Life is great with good friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so what are we exactly doing on tuesday for our class photo taking. This is totally craziness! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4404120028959868314?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4404120028959868314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4404120028959868314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4404120028959868314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4404120028959868314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-guys-for-day-070707.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDtu0EFDUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZujXjZnL38s/s72-c/DSC00962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-4680786705104020680</id><published>2007-07-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:50:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpNkEFDKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83zBeDJmRqA/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpNkEFDKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83zBeDJmRqA/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084820398529645730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOEEFDLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eWA47O1rynI/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOEEFDLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eWA47O1rynI/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084820407119580338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOUEFDMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vo3pOO1el3s/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOUEFDMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vo3pOO1el3s/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084820411414547650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOkEFDNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2PYLWPOPpFI/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpOkEFDNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2PYLWPOPpFI/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084820415709514962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpO0EFDOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ye_qVrP_m08/s1600-h/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpO0EFDOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ye_qVrP_m08/s320/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084820420004482274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE UPDATE AND MORE UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went crazy at Kbox LAST SUNDAY. LIKE TOTALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so throw face cos' lyn bf dav was there. Like argh! But yinmei went mad too, so i'm not throwing face all alone anyway. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling, last sunday was just one day away from my mid-year-exam-part-2. Tuesday i'll be starting one more set of papers for the whole of the week. So i must be crazy to be like celebrating already. Then we sang k till 3am plus like that. And when i reach home after sending yin home it's nearing 5 am. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still loved that sunday. I love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks darl for that jacket. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4680786705104020680?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4680786705104020680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4680786705104020680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4680786705104020680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4680786705104020680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-update-and-more-updates-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RpDpNkEFDKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83zBeDJmRqA/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-8851152140774800679</id><published>2007-07-02T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:40:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have turned 18, isn't time for me to reflect on how i had lived my life for the past 18 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life had certainly been tough on me, and i had gone through the good times and the bad ones like everyone else. The good i would keep them close to my heart, but the bad, no matter how i try to throw them away, out of my mind, and my sight, or run away from them, they would just come back to me. The earth is round afterall. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i decided that i should not run away from them anymore. I shall stop my escapetism mindset for good, don't you think that would be so much better too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many important people in my life, and jeanie is one of them. She taught me how to climb out of my pitfalls, time and again. And she's always there to help me cos she cant bear to see people being so helpless. Haha. But i must thank her because my js life had been such a twist, such a hurdle, such a trauma, AND such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes it's just so fortunate to have someone to pull you along when you are having this tough time in your life, when you are troubled by the endless train of thoughts that haunt you like a tangible spirit; and the devil that's speaking to you in your mind can be like a hindering mountain to overcome, like hands that are pulling you down when you are in a quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to thank people like rea and ade for making my life, though it was a disaster, beautiful. They are those that makes me feel warm inside, and know that there's someone out there who'll always be there for me when i'm falling. Suicidal thoughts would have ended my life so easily if i did not have people like them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would hate to see people weeping and screaming for me at my funeral, their hearts broken, and their souls so tortured. Of course then, i had ym and lyn, who would be crestfallen if they were to lose me. I love them, for they had injected so much life and fun into my would-have-been depressive life. And for all my friends, thanks for hearing to all my nagging and whining and complaints yadda yadda. And thanks for accepting me for who i am and all the rubbish i say and do. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, people treasure the gifts and neglected the giver, but i had learnt of the heart of gratitude. SO i thank God most of all for giving me what i have now. And i also have to thank Him for the family that i'm born into. I think my family is perfect because if you were to ask me, i cant give you an exact answer for any flaws in my family. Perhaps i would, no, i mean i certainly would have a lot of complaints about my family in the past, but now that i have grown up and been able see things mroe clearly, i think i wouldn't want to exchange my family for another's which might be richer or whatsoever anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i complain about my life and bla in the past, and I was often envious of what others have that i don't then. I would ask why am i not born in a family with a doctor as a father and a mother as a career woman. How silly i am in the past isnt it? But i guess that's what many people have to go through during their growing-up period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i have learnt to cherish what i have, and learn more about how i can appreciate them. I think it is crucial that one to treasure what they have in their hands instead of always being unble to be contented with it. It is important in this society that we always ask for more- ask more of what we can do out of ourselves, or as a group and bla. And asking more from someone else would be a norm because our expectations of life had gone up, but asking too much is just not necessary or healthy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your limits. That's an important point i picked up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is always there, but it's not here, for it happened, but had already been OVER. And i have been telling myself to get over things that had caused my to stubble again and again all these while. What's the point of keep thinking and thinking, it would just be a waste of time and energy, cos' it's not as if the history can be rewritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get over it! If i had lived 18 years of regrets, the more i should not allow it to cause the rest of my 62 years of life- if i were to live up to 80 years old- to be the same. Let go of it. I have so much more to achieve in life and so much more is waiting for me. The future often blames the past, but it is the present that has been blurring the line between them, isn't it? Hence i'll have to break the bonds now! Like NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the past is strictly not allowed to manifest itself again, ever. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And entering into my new life of an 18 years old teenager, i had a different approach to love altogether. I had been searching for love everywhere in the past, but now i allow it to be the past for good, for i'm not searching anymore. I'm not going to waste my time, for i can use it for other much better things. The opportunity cost is huge you know. What's the point of trying and trying. MOST OF THE TIME PEOPLE TRY TOO HARD, AND THEY END UP WITH NOTHING BUT PAIN AND HURT. It is so energy comsuming too. Oh and financial wise as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to pass the threshold much more further back so that i would not touch the line at all, i had decide to insert this mindset that there's no one for me in this world at all. In this way, i would not fall into the pitfall of trying to hard again.&lt;br /&gt;Well if that two person are meant for each other, then no matter what, after the rains and sunshine, they will be together. Going against destiny is not my choice for life, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, love had hurt me too hard, too hard, TOO HARD. And i choose to leave it alone, and leave it far far away. What is love without hurt? WELL THE ONLY LOVE WITHOUT HURT COMES FROM JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i was hurt and traumatised by my past relationships so much, that i would choose rather not meet the people i had met AT ALL. ALBEIT the happy times, I RATHER NOT. The bad outweights the good too much already, so i would rather fucking throw both of them AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, life is unfair as it is, so i would only have to seek peace and love in God.This world is too horrible to be part of it. So i'll choose to live in it but i'm not of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that i was a church going christian again, like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness. Anyway, passing the 18 mark, it would be a new life. I would consider that as a genesis and the first does not exist at all. You may or can choose to think that i'm denying my past. But no, i'm not. The thing is i recognised it, acknowledged it, accepted it, and rejected it altogether. I bottled it up and capped it, and threw it into the deep raging oceans. I'm not running away yet again, but just putting it aside, with no traces of it lingering outside, insidiously lurking into the genesis, my genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that bottle might come back to me one day, but that will be in the future, and i'll see to it. Perhaps it would be a blessing in advance? Who knows? But my life starts here. With my mugging for Alevel as a starting point, and then i'll and my NS AND BLA BLA BLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is just getting more and more exciting, don't you think so too? More to see, more to know, more to experience more MORE MORE! More is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing i need to tell my beloved, is, Dont run away from your feelings. Accept it, face it, and flow with it. LNTIP! LET NATURE TAKES ITS PATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8851152140774800679?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8851152140774800679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8851152140774800679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8851152140774800679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8851152140774800679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-turned-18-isnt-time-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-6199044308610595092</id><published>2007-06-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:41:17.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyykEFDHI/AAAAAAAAADs/aHosOmmN2vs/s1600-h/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyykEFDHI/AAAAAAAAADs/aHosOmmN2vs/s320/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081523598813105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyzEEFDII/AAAAAAAAAD0/mN5bveoJrVo/s1600-h/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyzEEFDII/AAAAAAAAAD0/mN5bveoJrVo/s320/DSC00204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081523607403039874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyzUEFDJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eyDafDt9Ilg/s1600-h/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyzUEFDJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eyDafDt9Ilg/s320/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081523611698007186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after my bdae. Guess who i celebrated with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline. Well because we left something at the cinema at vivo yesterday so today we have to meet to get it back. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad that we met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one happy thing is i went to do my hair! AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out well, better even. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had some shopper's luck and got ourselves jackets together of the same brand. COOL COOL. And adeline said she's gonna pay for my jacket as birthday present. HMMM HOW MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL CAN A PIECE OF CLOTH GET!? HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the pictures of the choc that ade get for me too but i'll upload it the next time or so la. But the chocolate are BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE MY SOUL'S TASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WENT OVER TO HER COUSIN'S HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking enough, like she bring me there and it's pretty weird. We're going the house when it's like near ten. Well there's a DOGGIE! So i din mind. It's shun lu also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the house. Cozy and sweet as you can see from the pic. and those are our jackets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture suck but i really love it la. YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATE TOOO TOO MUCHHHH THESE DAYS. I CAN FEEL MY WAIST EXPANDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahs! going to gym with yin lyn and dav tml morning. woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my besties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-6199044308610595092?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6199044308610595092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=6199044308610595092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/6199044308610595092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/6199044308610595092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-day-after-my-bdae.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoUyykEFDHI/AAAAAAAAADs/aHosOmmN2vs/s72-c/DSC00197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-7493294108948435832</id><published>2007-06-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:59:10.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1NkEFDCI/AAAAAAAAADE/a34HQ54uWw0/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1NkEFDCI/AAAAAAAAADE/a34HQ54uWw0/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174417971940386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1OEEFDDI/AAAAAAAAADM/WGH9rLR2zQ4/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1OEEFDDI/AAAAAAAAADM/WGH9rLR2zQ4/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174426561874994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1OkEFDEI/AAAAAAAAADU/uy9Aiu7lup8/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1OkEFDEI/AAAAAAAAADU/uy9Aiu7lup8/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174435151809602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1PEEFDFI/AAAAAAAAADc/fSdqmw9--oI/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1PEEFDFI/AAAAAAAAADc/fSdqmw9--oI/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174443741744210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1PkEFDGI/AAAAAAAAADk/xm7DvQ_ULf0/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1PkEFDGI/AAAAAAAAADk/xm7DvQ_ULf0/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174452331678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAY WAS GREAT AND I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED TRANSFORMERS WITH MY DARL AND IT WAS AWESOME. PROB THE MOST FASCINATING MOVIE I'VE EVER WATCHED FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT SO MUCH I'LL GIVE IT A 5/5 STARS RATING, WHICH I NEVER GAVE A MOVIE SO HIGH BEFORE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER WAS MY FAMILY WAS A ULTRA SINFUL ONE. BUT IT WAS WONDERFUL. TML'S TIM FOR GYM THOUGH. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY IS NOT THAT DIFFICULT TO GO THROUGH ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-7493294108948435832?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7493294108948435832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=7493294108948435832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/7493294108948435832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/7493294108948435832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-day-was-great-and-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RoP1NkEFDCI/AAAAAAAAADE/a34HQ54uWw0/s72-c/DSC00911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-8573827388846709640</id><published>2007-06-09T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:31:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures from the CHOIR CHALET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were at changi Aloha chalet which was pretty in accessible. But we had fun already even on our way there, just making tons of noises and shouts and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys just went on with the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorwc4ymVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vN8SYs98vXw/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorwc4ymVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vN8SYs98vXw/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916041574390098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST FRUIT SALAD THAT I HAVE EVER EVER TASTED! OMG! THANKS JACKLIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorws4ymWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RU8CqU4bitg/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorws4ymWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RU8CqU4bitg/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916045869357410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the candles were having some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorw84ymXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zaRTiqkZJ8U/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorw84ymXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zaRTiqkZJ8U/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916050164324722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR FOOD OUR FOOD OUR FOOD! YUMMICILIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmorxM4ymYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AYeoqQ9IUa8/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmorxM4ymYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AYeoqQ9IUa8/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916054459292034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMBAL STINGRAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorxc4ymZI/AAAAAAAAABE/5025xMlhAP0/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorxc4ymZI/AAAAAAAAABE/5025xMlhAP0/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916058754259346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME THE MAIN CHEF! AND MY HELPERS BUSYING BEHIND. HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2K84ymaI/AAAAAAAAABM/BMUF1444o38/s1600-h/DSC00657edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2K84ymaI/AAAAAAAAABM/BMUF1444o38/s320/DSC00657edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073927491957201314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the bbq we went upstair for some crazy times. AND DEREK WAS CAUGHT SCANDAL-ing with chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2LM4ymbI/AAAAAAAAABU/IxcSh5mNCdE/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2LM4ymbI/AAAAAAAAABU/IxcSh5mNCdE/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073927496252168626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the second morning! PIGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2Lc4ymcI/AAAAAAAAABc/2lzBKthGPsA/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2Lc4ymcI/AAAAAAAAABc/2lzBKthGPsA/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073927500547135938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALKING TO THE BEACH FOR GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2Ls4ymdI/AAAAAAAAABk/VX_HisFDCgs/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2Ls4ymdI/AAAAAAAAABk/VX_HisFDCgs/s320/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073927504842103250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SUN IS DARN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2L84ymeI/AAAAAAAAABs/srNd7wIPSVc/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo2L84ymeI/AAAAAAAAABs/srNd7wIPSVc/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073927509137070562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIECE OF ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Sc4ymfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YJm0hTXxrRA/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Sc4ymfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YJm0hTXxrRA/s320/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073928720317848050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED THE BAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Ss4ymgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eTm_MkbpkL8/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Ss4ymgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eTm_MkbpkL8/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073928724612815362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone rushed to join in the fun preparing the ammunition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3S84ymhI/AAAAAAAAACE/WThL3WkzK6k/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3S84ymhI/AAAAAAAAACE/WThL3WkzK6k/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073928728907782674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people were just having their own fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3TM4ymiI/AAAAAAAAACM/0hRzdMC3VTk/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3TM4ymiI/AAAAAAAAACM/0hRzdMC3VTk/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073928733202749986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Tc4ymjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZBj0lkVTEKo/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo3Tc4ymjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZBj0lkVTEKo/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073928737497717298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that girl in black is the new VP. Yes, she's the only one who lamely brought an umbrella. Janice wass enjoying it. Yasi was mad and she wanted to eat the umbrella away. Kenny was just... hmmm.. doing nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5MM4ymkI/AAAAAAAAACc/qDMrp2glX-c/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5MM4ymkI/AAAAAAAAACc/qDMrp2glX-c/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073930811966921282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN'S FEET! SUN BURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5Mc4ymlI/AAAAAAAAACk/h7QSlam7oXo/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5Mc4ymlI/AAAAAAAAACk/h7QSlam7oXo/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073930816261888594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE BUT QUITE BORING DISCUSSION TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5Ms4ymmI/AAAAAAAAACs/eKJMjNQ5HQE/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5Ms4ymmI/AAAAAAAAACs/eKJMjNQ5HQE/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073930820556855906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea we played the ANGEL MORTAL GAME throughout the chalet. WE COMMUNICATED THRU POST-IT-S ON THIS GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5M84ymnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C87ewfgV1Mo/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5M84ymnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C87ewfgV1Mo/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073930824851823218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on my way home alone and this baby is flirting with me. haha. la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5NM4ymoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/T_21mplSKHY/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmo5NM4ymoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/T_21mplSKHY/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073930829146790530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8573827388846709640?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8573827388846709640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8573827388846709640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8573827388846709640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8573827388846709640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-some-pictures-from-choir-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmorwc4ymVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vN8SYs98vXw/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-8130417666456524939</id><published>2007-06-08T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:29:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmj1hs4ymUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OAq1yQYrdjo/s1600-h/paris-hilton%2520(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmj1hs4ymUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OAq1yQYrdjo/s320/paris-hilton%2520(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073574939566709058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise! Hot, young celeb gets her way&lt;br /&gt;Paris' early release sets horrible precedent for future celebrity violators&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Michael Ventre&lt;br /&gt;MSNBC contributor&lt;br /&gt;Updated: 3:07 p.m. ET June 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Johnny The Fence, doing a stretch of two to five years, wants to get out of the stir, all he has to do is claim that his back hurts and he can no longer endure the strain of prison life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Dave the Meth Dealer, scheduled to be incarcerated for the next five years, doesn’t like spending his days behind bars, he can just call for the doctor and say he’s having migraines and needs to be home in his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, if Lance the TV Star gets a couple of DUIs and can’t quite cope without his hot tub and his Porsche, all he has to do is hire a high-powered attorney who specializes in helping the rich and famous avoid responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to &lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt;, up until Thursday the most famous prison inmate in the country. But authorities have decided that, after “extensive consultation with Los Angeles County medical personnel,” she is finished with her sentence after just five days, and will now serve the rest of her time at home, wearing an ankle bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word yet on whether Paris will be free to roam wherever she wants until a custom-made, diamond-studded ankle bracelet is delivered by Tiffany’s, but you know that’s coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no legal expert, but I know enough as a private citizen to understand the importance of precedent. And this sets a horrible precedent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton had already been coddled beyond belief. She had been sentenced to 45 days in prison for violating the terms of her probation on an alcohol-related reckless driving case. She didn’t get it. She reasoned that just because the law requires a person to spend time in jail if they don’t comply with the terms of her probation doesn’t mean she can’t drive around without a suspended license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she appeared before a judge, she claimed she didn’t know, that she was told by her publicist, Elliot Mintz, that it was all right to drive around under those circumstances. Then she fired her publicist before hiring him right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she whined about how unfair it all was. Her quote: “&lt;strong&gt;I feel I was treated unfairly&lt;/strong&gt; and that the sentence is &lt;em&gt;both cruel and unwarranted&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I don’t deserve this&lt;/strong&gt;.” She neglected to mention &lt;strong&gt;how cruel it would have been had she killed somebody while driving under the influence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother, Kathy Hilton, otherwise known as “The Enabler,” called her original 45-day sentence “pathetic and disgusting, a waste of taxpayers’ money” and “It is a joke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of her friends suggested going to Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger to seek a pardon. One of them even wrote Arnold a letter, claiming Hilton should go free because “&lt;strong&gt;she provides beauty and excitement to most of our mundane lives&lt;/strong&gt;.” I don’t know if it’s possible for a governor to veto a letter, but Arnold should have looked into it in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fan letter also claimed this: “She &lt;em&gt;provides hope for young people all over the U.S. and the world.&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;I’m sure she does now that she managed to weasel out of a 45-day jail sentence after just five days. I’m sure there are guys on death row who think anything’s possible now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton was originally scheduled to serve 45 days in prison. Almost immediately, it was cut down to 23 days because of a good-behavior discount credited in advance. And now, after five days and several reports from bloggers and gossip sites that she cried a few times and didn’t like the accommodations, she was allowed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds incredibly naïve, but &lt;strong&gt;what kind of a message does this send?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Tom Sizemore? The actor was just taken into custody on Wednesday for violating terms of his probation on a drug possession charge. If I were advising him, I would tell him that, instead of continuing to be 45, male and fairly nondescript, he should instead become 26, female and beautiful. Oh, and cry a lot. That would help. Law enforcement officials interpret that as a sign that you want to get out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, what about any celebrity now who gets pulled over for anything? Jail isn’t really a serious deterrent anymore, because if a celebrity is arrested, he or she will simply ask for &lt;strong&gt;“that Paris deal,”&lt;/strong&gt; and he or she will probably get it, because a precedent has been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton already had her sentence reduced once, to just over three weeks. She didn’t have to endure the humiliation of a cavity search, which is standard. She was whisked through the intake process rather than have to stand and wait like all the other inmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that, she wasn’t even exposed to the general prison population, but rather was kept &lt;strong&gt;secluded, in her own cell&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if Paris Hilton had medical issues, why wasn’t she brought to the infirmary? Better yet, if celebrity worshippers wanted her to continue to get special treatment, why didn’t they allow her own doctors to treat her? What medical issues could she have had that couldn’t be accommodated while she was behind bars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really appears to have happened is she was stricken with that most heinous of maladies: &lt;strong&gt;not getting her way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in their infinite wisdom, law enforcement officials gave her what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, she didn’t get everything she wanted. She won’t be able to go clubbing for another couple of weeks or so, which in the celebrity realm is like being pilloried in the town square. She won’t be able to “provide beauty and excitement to most of our mundane lives” from home confinement, &lt;strong&gt;although that could change if somebody slips in a video camera.&lt;/strong&gt;(nigel- haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most important, she won’t be able to drive. After all, we wouldn’t want her to get in trouble and go to jail again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8130417666456524939?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8130417666456524939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8130417666456524939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8130417666456524939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8130417666456524939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprise-hot-young-celeb-gets-her-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/Rmj1hs4ymUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OAq1yQYrdjo/s72-c/paris-hilton%2520(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-8008081146992078582</id><published>2007-06-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:50:26.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmWT9M4ymTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UC2qRcsD1dk/s1600-h/pirates_of_the_caribbean_3_movie_poster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmWT9M4ymTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UC2qRcsD1dk/s320/pirates_of_the_caribbean_3_movie_poster.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072623234943457586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well out with darling jean to watch MOVIE! WOO I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to chalet tomorrow! Changi here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Changi more, not for the spirits, but the BIG BIG APARTMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great mid year's coming but all i'm having is fun. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUBBING NEXT MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8008081146992078582?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8008081146992078582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8008081146992078582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8008081146992078582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8008081146992078582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-out-with-darling-jean-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmWT9M4ymTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UC2qRcsD1dk/s72-c/pirates_of_the_caribbean_3_movie_poster.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-4322536236949904471</id><published>2007-06-02T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:06:48.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmE_U_jcJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dTiGXXHw3M4/s1600-h/3782703-1583944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmE_U_jcJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dTiGXXHw3M4/s320/3782703-1583944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071404285285901554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i use this uploading-pic-on-blog-directly-function. Wonder whether it would work well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great and fun. Like the first time for me and ade. Ehhhh so what am i talking about? Well ade and i stayed out till 2 plus am, making out. Ha, YA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me and my soul mate just talked and talked till the dark of the night consumed us. And then we went to the singapore river side and sat down there, while getting attacks by some idiotic cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time like that with ade. No wild shopping or what. But just talking. Cos' out of it we get out a lot. Last night was horribly lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if ade is studying now cos' i'm not. Ever since i came back from suntanning at yishun pool i was in front of the com slacking and wasting time. I KNOW I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING AND KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN IT I SHOULD STUDY BUT I DID NOT. RAHHH. Okay time to go sleep now. I made salmon pasta just now but the spegetti not really cooked well. So i think i'm going to get a stomach soon. Shall go sleep and wake up to see how. RAHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4322536236949904471?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4322536236949904471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4322536236949904471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4322536236949904471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4322536236949904471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-time-i-use-this-uploading-pic-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d42HcMfN0cE/RmE_U_jcJPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dTiGXXHw3M4/s72-c/3782703-1583944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-8186974382702909636</id><published>2007-05-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:27:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scientific Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cell membrane is describe as a Fluid Mosaic Model. It is fluid because of the phospholipid bilayer that is composes phospholipid molecules that are able to move laterally within the bilayer freely, and it is mosaic because of the proteins are are randomly cobberstoned within the bilayer. Both the phospholipid molescules and proteins of the membrane help it to regulate what that enters and exits the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phospholipid molecule is amphiphatic because it has a hydrophilic phosphate head that interacts with the aqueous medium on the exterior and interior of the cell to form hydrogen bonds, and it also consists of two hydrophobic fatty acid tails that face inwards and lie within the middle of the phospholipid bilayer to form hydrophobic interactions. The close packing of the phospholipid molecules in the bilayer restricts any macromolecules to enter or leave the cell without control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrinsic protein is hydrophilic and is found loosely attached to either sides of the membrane. Short carbohybrate chains usually attaches to it so as to enable it to serve as receptor in the cell signalling pathways or for cell-cell recognition. Transmembranal protein spans through the phospholipid bilayer as it has both hydrophobic and hydrophilic sites on it. It serves as ion channels or carrier protein, aiding and controlling the transport of chemicals across the membrane. Intrinsic proteins are hydrophobic and thus hidden within the bilayer, forming hydrophobic interactions with the fatty acid tails of the phospholipis molecules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature can affect membrane fluidity and permeability. Increase in temperature will increase the kinetic energy level of the phospholipid molecules, causing them to vibrate more vigorously and hence leaving temporary gaps in the bilayer as they are more apart. The membrane is disrupted and content inside the cell can leak out. High temperature also break the hydrogen and ionic bonds and the hydrophobic interactions within proteins, thus causing denaturation of them as the 3D strutures are disrupted. The proteins are therefore disfunctional as they can no longer help to regulate the movements of molecules in and out of the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this experiment, the effects of temperature is investigated by subjecting the sugar beet tissues to different temperature over a fixed period of time. The pigments are found in the cell sap in the large vacuole of the sugar beet cell. The vacuole is bounded by a membrane called tonoplast.A control is set up whereby the sugar beet tissues are left in distilled water at room temperture. at room temperture, membrane fluidity and permaeability is regulated hence there is no leakage of the pigment. At higher temperature, damage is done to the membrane and leakage of the pigment occurs. The degree of leakage can actually be determined using a colorimeter to calculate the percentage transmission of light of wavelength 480nm through the solution. Greater membranal damage results in higher level of leakage of pigment, hence giving the solution a darker coloration as more pigments are present. Hence, the percentage transmission of light will also be lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pilot experiment is conducted with 1,2 and 3 sugar beet discs at room temperature and 100'c to determine the colour range detectable by the colorimeter. 3 sugar beet discs gives the minimal concentration of pigment needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8186974382702909636?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8186974382702909636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8186974382702909636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8186974382702909636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8186974382702909636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/scientific-knowledge-cell-membrane-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-8505942798593253558</id><published>2007-05-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:29:35.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's good that people dream, because out of it, they would get something that's worth treasuring, whether is it what they have hoped for right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i wonder, whether persueing Fame is actually practical. Well, most of the time, the hardest failures come from it. Because big, and usually very hopeful, dreams are crashed. If you have not guessed it correct, what i'm talking about is the pursuit of being stars or celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this direction of dreaming only applies for some people. Well, only people who have the destiny can have it, that's why it is so unique, and so alluring altogether. The lifestyle one is going to enjoy and the overpowering attention that one gets to immerse in, that is just so enticing isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one may argue that it is only a veneer that covers up what the hardwork and pain the celebrities have to go through before they can put on that ravishing mask of theirs and tell the world, "Look at me, i'm the super idol!", or tell oneself, "Look at yourself and what you have achieved, enjoy The Moment you have been yearning for all these suffocating years!", I agree. Well life always have two sides to it just as a piece of paper, doesnt it? But the problem with this young generation is that some are just too superficial to lay things out themselves. They indulge in their skin-deep, jujune thinking, and what exacerbates the situation is they urge to jump into their world instant gratifications and all that matters to them at that point of time, that they ignore all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be a star. Well i think i'm pretty talented and i have some looks to alleviate that further...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be unfair to tar the whole generation of youth with the same brush used for some groups of youth, yes, but who knows what direction we are driving youths at now; we can only see the effects in the future anyways, which reflects our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fame can be all-so-consuming, yet it doesn't promise one much. It's always a trade off in many areas. For some, it took much but left little, most of that are just memories that one can cling on to at one's deathbed; perhaps some money that one can never get to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame can be so mercurial. It changes all the time. One flick of a mistake or a glitch of the plan can just easily push you down the pit, even though the fans may still helplessly try to hang on to you. Then before you know it another hot favourite is on the rise and you are gone with the wind. It's up but then it's down again. Well it is a rollercoast, and one may say that it is a exciting and engaging life to live. But, who can guarantee that the next time you go down you can come up again? Even batteries lose their power on day. At the end of the day you will only be left there, dried up, just like the batteries. (Though i know that there are rechargable batteries now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means that there is not going to be stability in your life. Well the society that we not live in is a cruel one. Be it celebrities or not, Change is the only Constant in life. Everyone fights for their survival and their standing in this dog-eat-dog world. For celebrities i think it's even more difficult be always "there". It's a competition of popularity and sustainability, sounds pretty much like the management of a company though. There must always be something to give and offer, and the one have to do it until it comes a need and not just a want from the consumers. I think one good example of a celebrity that we need is Stef Sun. She's not just a popular star in Asia, but more importantly she introduced Singapore to the WHOLE OF ASIA. And thus you bet, she's here to stay for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just one example of a standing star, as compared to the tens of the other examples that can easily proves that fame is not always going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame is ephemeral. It is temporal, it is short, so enjoy it while able to. Well think of this, though it is quite an extreme, but what if there's a war raged or terrorist are on the run, who still cares about what their idols have been doing in another county? Hence, celebrities are simply just there entertainment, indeed. Just for adding some spices to people's prosaic, mundane lives. How long the talent can hold is how long the star is going to be there. How much stamina that star has is how long he will be staying. But faces grow old and beauty fades away with time. Botox are simply deception some people love indulging in. The faces looks fake and sometimes uglier anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are always the forces of the new generation of stars coming up, so one can never be the all time favourite. And people grow older, and the older they are, the lesser time available for them to go crazy over idols, as more of the time they became crazy due to work. Unless they are some filthy rich men's kids then they can neglect work and drown themselves in their dreams fantasizing about their "love", which is limited to only a handful. Therefore, this era arose and that era, gone with the time. Things come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are filling, but make sure they don't leave you with less. Experiences are enriching, but make sure they don't leave you empty at the end of the day. After all the uproaring attention that blast into your face, make sure you won't crumble and fall when they are robbed away by someone new and better than you. And don't just live your life on others' support, because you will never know when they will be gone. And don't live your life for merely the superficial entertainment for the others, because they wont not be interested forever. It's so often that people lose themselves in the frenzy, as in really lose themselves- the pressure that they have to face from all over, the need to always push themselves to their limits, the stress to always stay in or within the limelight zone. Desperation is always the best indicator of how lost the person is. And when one truthful question is fired it may just hit the person too hard that he falls into the abysmal of depression and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is always harsh in this world, like or or not. Personally i hated to acept it so much, but the more i want to disown it, the more real it becomes, and it more i want to overthrow it, the harder this fact stands. The reality that we are all trapped in this reality, where forever is an obselete, where superficiality ingrains its itself everywhere; where false can sometimes be true, and where rules are broken every other day; where love has been overturned to hatred, and lastly, where lives are no longer sanctified and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes hard to do it but i still learn to love my life as it is, while the others may be in a frenzy to be someone else, or grumble about how others' lives are much better and wish that they can be who and who. Life is what you see of it, so you jolly well see it as beautiful as it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8505942798593253558?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8505942798593253558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8505942798593253558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8505942798593253558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8505942798593253558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-its-good-that-people-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-924688234221539687</id><published>2007-05-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:24:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>約個會　餐廳選在吃到飽&lt;br /&gt;一瞬間　什麼浪漫都死掉&lt;br /&gt;咕嘰咕嘰　白頭偕老難見到&lt;br /&gt;睡覺　起床　慢跑　洗澡&lt;br /&gt;下班　睡覺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比誰好　能差到多少&lt;br /&gt;遲早都要　向上帝報到&lt;br /&gt;既然壞的　通通改不掉　用力思考&lt;br /&gt;保證　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;放手　無聊　大笑&lt;br /&gt;咕嘰咕嘰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;數數鈔票　永遠都比標籤少&lt;br /&gt;名牌包　裡面還要塞到爆&lt;br /&gt;咕嘰咕嘰　什麼病都能吃藥&lt;br /&gt;掏光　荷包　自我　慰勞&lt;br /&gt;工作　花掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比誰好　能差到多少&lt;br /&gt;遲早都要　向上帝報到&lt;br /&gt;既然壞的　通通戒不掉　用力思考&lt;br /&gt;保證　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都好　我們都是鳥&lt;br /&gt;冬天飛向　南方的懷抱&lt;br /&gt;一起築巢　地球飛一遭　放棄思考&lt;br /&gt;不要　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;放手　無聊　大笑&lt;br /&gt;無可　救藥　禱告&lt;br /&gt;我不要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球　還不太熟　旅行　想到太空&lt;br /&gt;月球沒有好朋友&lt;br /&gt;相愛　不肯擁抱　仇恨　記得太牢&lt;br /&gt;原始的情調　是什麼面貌&lt;br /&gt;好想知道　能不能求饒　能不能咆哮&lt;br /&gt;一點就好　真實就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比誰好　能差到多少&lt;br /&gt;遲早都要　向上帝報到&lt;br /&gt;既然壞的　通通戒不掉　用力思考&lt;br /&gt;保證　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;碰面　都是　問好&lt;br /&gt;咕嘰咕嘰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap)&lt;br /&gt;Let's wake up in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to bed at night&lt;br /&gt;Let's make hay in the big sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Yea we'll make hay in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's bury all our hatchets&lt;br /&gt;Let us get along&lt;br /&gt;Let's hold our hands and save the world&lt;br /&gt;Let's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比誰好　能差到多少&lt;br /&gt;遲早都要　向上帝報到&lt;br /&gt;既然壞的　通通戒不掉　用力思考&lt;br /&gt;保證　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都好　我們都是鳥&lt;br /&gt;冬天飛向　南方的懷抱&lt;br /&gt;一起築巢　地球飛一遭　放棄思考&lt;br /&gt;不要　自找　煩惱&lt;br /&gt;放手　無聊　大笑&lt;br /&gt;無可　救藥　禱告&lt;br /&gt;咕嘰咕嘰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ＭＶ：http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2iQPZF5GuE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-924688234221539687?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/924688234221539687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=924688234221539687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/924688234221539687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/924688234221539687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/rap-lets-wake-up-in-mornings-lets-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-5184925221070930225</id><published>2007-05-28T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:03:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO ST JAMES POWERHOUSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-5184925221070930225?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5184925221070930225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=5184925221070930225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5184925221070930225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5184925221070930225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-going-to-st-james-powerhouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-4059001224638995561</id><published>2007-05-25T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:46:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are purely selfish and they didn't realise it themselves. HOW PATHETIC. And then they blame others when they are told to shut the fuck up. Then they WHINE and bitch about people BEHIND THEIR BACKS, AND the fucking annoying thing is that, they do not allow people to bitch about them (HAHAHAHHAHAA! This is so childsh that it amuses me, ALOT.), acting like some holy saintsaint SHIT. Come on and reflect ON YOURSELF. You are too busy spotting others' flaws that you often ignore yours. FACE IT. YA RIGHT YOU ARE ALL TIME GOOD AND RIGHTEOUS. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU ARE A SAINT OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love to escape from THEMSELVES. HOW immature! And when they are told a mistake, or a character flaw in themselves, they happily shift it aside and move on, WITHOUT addressing the problem, THEIR PROBLEM. THE TRUTH HURTS, REALLY, but there's where you can learn. BUT MANY REFUSED TO DO IT, because they are afraid to face their greatest enemy - THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are attention seeking and they do it at the EXPENSE OF OTHERS. Again, selfishness. The thing is sometimes it occur to people that they attract attention unintentionally, but there are even more times that some people are OBVIOUSLY trying to get some attention out of others around for their DEPRIVED SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP. WHAT THE FUCK!? ARE YOU STILL SOME 5 YEAR OLD WHO NEEDS PEOPLE ALWAYS LOOKING OUT FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some people meant some people. Get it or not you know it yourself. If you feel a tinge of something inside then you MAY be the one in my hate list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are jealous, and they refuse to recognise it. FACE IT DAMMIT! And if you got anything not happy why not just say it out!? Why lower yourself to such a state that when you have something to say about me you have to scramble behind my back and then ELUCIDATE THOSE WORDS THAT CONDEMN ME, WHICH ALSO HAD BLANTANTLY INSTANTLY EXPOSE YOUR INSECURITY AND CHARACTER FLAW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SO SHALLOW. SO CHILDISH. SO FARCICAL. SO FEATHERBRAINED. SO DEPTHLESS. SO PUERILE. SO JUJUNE. SO INANE. SO SKINDEEP. SO COSMETIC. SO DESULTORY. SO INFANTILE. SO GREEN. SO VULNERABLE. SO INSECURE. SO SUPERFICIAL. SO IMMATURE. SO PATHETIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at others, you would just end up a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at yourself, and you will get wiser, and a better man to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this nonsense before you fall on this slippery slope, before others can use this weakness of yours as a springboard to kick you off the boat, into the perils of self-doubt and crambling as a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-4059001224638995561?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4059001224638995561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=4059001224638995561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4059001224638995561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/4059001224638995561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-people-are-purely-selfish-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-651378568380781915</id><published>2007-05-13T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:51:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Wheel of Fortune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-651378568380781915?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/651378568380781915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=651378568380781915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/651378568380781915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/651378568380781915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-wheel-of-fortune-good-fortune.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-800086475088878195</id><published>2007-05-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:02:19.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love xiaxue because she got this attitude that all of us ought to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People ask me how come I'm not upset that I get protrayed on national papers in such a bad light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's because I am secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I like like me back, and honestly, who gives a shit about people I don't know liking me or not? They can hate me all they want, I've already got enough people loving me to make me quite very happy. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's why i like her. At least she's a thousand miles better Paris hilton and Lindsay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. Today will be a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-800086475088878195?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/800086475088878195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=800086475088878195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/800086475088878195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/800086475088878195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-xiaxue-because-she-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-8086655661870135179</id><published>2007-05-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:54:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone who's in my way should just GO and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I'm in bad mood yet again. Actually i was feeling fine but things went rather wayward, lke suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i see, friendster is my new greatest enemy. Yes. But i just keep surfing and surfing it. HOW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAT IT! RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid and i'm stupid. I kept falling into the same place, again and again. It is as if my whole life is on this slippery slope that always have its bottom leading back to that pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit it. I hate it totally. No. My life isn't like that! Rrrrr. It shouldn't be and it couldn't be! Kill me jeanie. Hate me and then hold a knife, come to my house and stab me to death. I wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, actually, come to think of it, it's not that serious one you know, but the traumatization that it caused is like wooooo. It's just a small issue that seems so big to me. It's not something important yet i cared so much about it. Why? I gotta figure that myself, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has something that they cared so much about which outsiders may see it as insignificant. Everyone's just SO WEIRD. SO GO TO HELL! RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything just keep falling down. No, i'm not going back. Not going back to where i climbed out of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie is right about scolding me about this issue of me STILL NOT GETTING OVER it. She's like "and how long had this been bothering you ALREADY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaps myself. LIKE REALLY CAN SLAP MYSELF TO THE MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. Frustration. Traumatization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i'll just have to accept it. The fact that i'm not going to get in no matter what and how. Well it's just not my life. It's just not me. And there is no point getting angry or upset or envious over something that you are never be going to get. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meaning line i find in the song Over It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i shall never be dragged down by anything like that. I have my life, you have yours, and they have theirs. Whoever that is. Too bad if i cant have yours or you cant have mine, though i doubt if anyone would want to be me. Too bad that i cant be someone else. But i love my life already. I think it's near perfection, my idea of perfection of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life is not going to be just about little things like these, i think there're surely bigger things for me to do than to get upset with this kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think a human mind is as such, that they can never get enough of something. Humans are too greedy, and at the same time too selfish. They can never be satisfied, and are not easily contented either. Humans are pretty rotten as a whole, as they enjoy themselves at the expense of other unfortunate soul, and it is difficult for them to emphatise with those who they harmed in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a minority of good and helpful souls, but there're too many devils around. Too bad. This is the world that we are living in. Even for those who want or are able to help, they may be ignorant about those in need. Too bad the rich is so not going to share their wealth with those stuck in destitution. They are too high with their self pride and achievement that they only meet people with equal or higher status, and they rise their chin when they had the rare chance of walking on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worry not, i'm going to kill them or whatsoever. I'm not poor to start with. Most people in this country are well to do anyways. But just wanna rant and rant. I dont really feel like going to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a bad mood today okay! How can anyone force me to do work. And i dunno why but i need rest so much. Like these few days' practices had totally drained me of my spirit and soul. I need rest! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i no longer believe that true love exist anymore. Because there's no more Forever. Perhaps in the past there was, but not in our era. And the end of the world shall come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so ture about this world anyways, we are becoming so virtual, that even some relationships start and end online. Vrtual love i call it. My darling is havnig one right now and she got the least idea of how to deal with it and what exactly is happening. Dont worry darling you have me. I had like so many awful experiences already man, which i'm not proud of at all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence i have wasted like so MUCH OF MY PRECIOUS TIME blogging and think about stuffs that are totally unimportant. And i just went on typing and typing like mad, not for you, not for anyone else, but for myself. Yeah, see, i myself am using this virtual blogging world to escape from reality. There're tons of work to do, i suppose, but yea, i'm running away from it. Oh what a\slacker attitude i have. And hello i'm a good JC student. Yeah i'm a JC STUDENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going to use the time that others have wasted to mug well for my up coming A levels. And what are you doing here! RAH! I think i have ranted a lot? Well it's since a long time i blog so much, talking to myself so much. Haha, yea, talking to myself. I think i'm in love with typing about i just keep typing and typing and words just pop out like one by one. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my crush but i know it's not going to work. I think i'm destined to not be able to meet my true love. Like how? It's not possible without all the failures that i had faced so far. So god bless you for those who think that they had found the one that's meant for them. I'm so jeaous but whatever man. Go and die la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah! Love is a beautiful disaster. A poison apple. It's purely shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i do not have any performace or competition to mug for, i can spend more time with my besties and myself. Robbed. REDEEMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 now. Slacked enough i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-8086655661870135179?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8086655661870135179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=8086655661870135179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8086655661870135179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/8086655661870135179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-whos-in-my-way-should-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-224349143565233051</id><published>2007-05-07T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:41:14.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so not going to get emo.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i'm doing things that i shouldn't be doing. I hate falling back to the same old pit then drains me of my happiness. Well tml's SYF! I must not be affected even by a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roars. and blogger is like having a problem, or rather, i'm having a slight problem blogging. nvm. rrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go do other stuffs. com is a good source of bitter. the internet is a good source of haunting images.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-224349143565233051?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/224349143565233051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=224349143565233051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/224349143565233051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/224349143565233051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-not-going-to-get-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-5361918278927247474</id><published>2007-04-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:17:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XIAXUE is just lucky. She get to be invited to go over to new york to do hosting for some event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY HER LA. ROARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally drained from today's whole day of singing. I spent like 12 hours full in school singing. SIGH. THANKGOD I'M AT HOME NOW. I'M TOTALLY BEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quarrel with jeanie, hmmm actuAlly it's just her being angry with me la. There's like nothing i can do, or should i say i don't really know what else to do to make her happy besides saying sorry. I'm too tired to think of any more ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what, i sort of confronted my dad for throwing away my stuffs without even informing me just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better warn bestie first before anything bad happen over at her side. Well what happens to me usually happens to her and vice versa. We are soul mate, like REAL ONES OKAY. So don't anyhow anyhow call your friend as your soul mate or what, because you two need to be really that connected with each other, like what you feel the other will feel and you guys will affect each other like directly or indirectly; your lives are just so interdependent like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my dad threw away the roses i received at my concert! Do you know how much the roses actually mean to me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and it is NOT the first time he threw away my flowers already. My previous concert he did the same thing afterwards too. AND WITHOUT TELLING ME. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;MESS WITH MY THINGS AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and it's not the first time this is happening. I was shocked by the very fact that it happened again. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he throw away my things! HOW COULD HE! And then he didnt bother to even ask me beforehand or tell me after it happen. He actually finds it unnecessary to inform me when the thing that he's messing with is MINE. MINE. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TOUCH MY THINGS WHEN THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND throwing what that means much to me is simply unacceptable. IT IS SO UNACCEPTABLE. SO SO SOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, so i confronted him and tell him what he did is wrong. HE IGNORED ME. HE ACTUALLY IGNORED ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM. HE ACTUALLY FUCKING IGNORED ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET I WAS SO FURIOUS. MOREOVER I'M TIRED AND DINNER IS NOT THAT SUPERB ENOUGH TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER FROM THE DAY'S FATIGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked into his room and tell him that he should apologise. It's right and alright to apologise for wrongly throwing people's stuffs away right. Moreover that's something important to me! You may argue that perhaps he didnt know that the roses meant a lot to me, but firstly, i did tell him already. YES! I TOLD HIM THAT IT MEANS A LOT TO ME. Secondly, the last time he threw away my roses i was angry already and he jolly well had realised that his action is god damn it upseting me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant comprehend what he's thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP, HE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFUSED TO APOLOGISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse refuse refuse. He said it is not necessary, which means he thinks that he doesn't need to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DO NOT HAVE TO APOLOGISE WHAT YOUR WRONGDOINGS? ARE YOU LIKE THE KING OR RULER OR WHATSOEVER!?!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SOMEBODY ANSWER MY DOUBTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST agitating thing is that he denied my demand for him to apologise. I didn't actually demand la, just ask like "don't you think you need to apologise for your action?" in the most polite tone i could go at the split moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to apologise for your wrongdoing is not a right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT NOT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so sorry is the hardest word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S SO DIFFICULT ABOUT RECOGNISING YOUR WRONG AND KNOW YOUR MISTAKE AND THEN BE SORRY AND SAY SORRY FOR IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;DIFFICULT ABOUT IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST differiates who is who. And it magnifies the difference between someone who's so narrow minded and someone who's more open hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'M LIKE BITCHING BEHIND MY DAD'S BACK. WHO CARES. I'm just angry and angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is willing to apologise and just one word "sorrry" will be able to calm my tired soul already. What is so difficult with that five letter word!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that five letter word that usually make the huge difference and impact. So never undermine it! It's short and simple but it sure has more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just admit your wrong and say it! JUST SAY IT! WHAT SO DIFFICULT!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-5361918278927247474?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5361918278927247474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=5361918278927247474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5361918278927247474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/5361918278927247474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/04/xiaxue-is-just-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-117600950256937614</id><published>2007-04-08T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:18:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know why i cant blog with my the other account, so here i am, this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired from all the choir practices. For yesterday, we practically practised for 9 hours? That's damn tiring. Imagining singing kbox for that long a time. Hahaha. It's all for the concert yea. We have to memories the score. YES MEMORISE EVERY DAMN NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really facing huge amount of stress these days. Sorry people that i do not have time for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry jamie for ps-ing las min because i need to do the MC script for the concert. I really forgot about the meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry jeanie for not able to meet you to catch up our long ago promised movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry yinmei for not able to pei you study and go gym. I miss our routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i miss you guys lots but the conert is the most important thing now. It's everyone's efforts and everyone need to work together to produce the good result, so hope you guys understand okay! Lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm happy that yinmei and aiai can make it for my concert next friday. Yeahs. Well it will be a great concert looking at the amount of time and effort we've put in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wedding of my cousin to attend but my family's not out yet. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have not much time for my studies these days. Shit it. And syf is coming too. RRRRRRRRRR. Time passes fast man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways looking at the civil war happening in iraq, i think the terrorists are really idiots. Yes they are uneducated but i think they are childish as well. What's the point of killing and killing? I think i can never understand why they want to invoke fear and anger in the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant everyone just have a bigger heart and accept everyone? This makes me feel that sinagpore is such a great nation as all its people, or should i say most of them, have tolerance and observe racial harmony. All of them can work live and play together. What's so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm just taking things in Singapore for granted ba. Which makes me feel so so so fortunate to be in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is so subjected. Some singaporean students can say that they have no freedom because of school, while some of the children of the developing countries have no choice but to abandone their education so that their families can be better off. What irony of this world of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i go now. Bored. Tons of school work to be completed. Many scores to memorise. PHEW. But i still rather to be in this position of mine than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people. hope you'll have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-117600950256937614?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/117600950256937614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=117600950256937614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117600950256937614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117600950256937614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-why-i-cant-blog-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-117543339844154785</id><published>2007-04-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:16:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD AND BAD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL early part of my day was almost spoiled by TAXIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! TAXIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They simply hide from you when you need them the most. HOW MUCH MORE SUCKY CAN THAT GET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i call a desperate situation, where you need something and it is not there for you. The thing is, it can be here for you, just that it refuses to. SHIT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS so mad that i almost wanted to kill myself can. Well, just exaggerating though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i resorted to calling the cab company since no good hearted taxi driver happen to pass by my area. THERE SHOULD BE MORE CABS AT AMK I TELL YOU. Fuck it but amk always lack taxis! What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well serangoon too. i was waiting there, and waiting and waiting, for about half an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS late for the meal with dan and his family! AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME CAB DRIVERS ARE JUST NOT FRIENDLY TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE IT WHEN THEY DO NOT TAKE THE SHORTEST ROUTE. YEA YEA almost all cad drivers are cheaters. THEY cheat you by taking the longer or longest way they can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS! Feel like straggling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i was very very late for the lunch. SO PAISEH LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT just any meal can. Just guess what, it's BUDDHA JUMP OVER THE WALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a few hundreds. Count my lucky that i was invited ba. Wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the meal was really wonderful, like no need to say right. The one whole slice of shark fin and one whole round and tender abalone yada yada. THANKS BESTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i slacked the most. Well perhaps choir time was the only time i worked hard, the other times i was slacking and reading my fav book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was guilty of it, and i ate a lot too. Oh ya next week wil be the napfa week. I'm think i'm not going to pass ba. Time just fly so fast that i'm not really prepared for it can. Too fat too fat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i need to train really hard now, so i can pass it. It's not easy though. Now i was wondering whether i should go try some protein shake thingy. Instant gratification is all this modern world is about isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm still waiting eagerly for something. Well it's discreet now still, so if there were to be news coming up then i shall proclaim to the world, but now still haven receive any further information  or intruction so no point telling everyone, since it's something that's not true, YET.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i would have the luck to be chosen, but i really doubt what power my luck can do and how much it can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i just thought that perhaps God can do more. Well He always can do more. Albeit tht fact the i am a backslider and i left my church, i still am a believer. People may doubt pretty much of it but yea, that's what i think  of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's APRIL FOOL! AND my class peeps sending some stupid lamo msg. HA. i think it's time to get back to check out my school work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER GOT UGLY BETTY SO DUN MISS IT OKAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-117543339844154785?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/117543339844154785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=117543339844154785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117543339844154785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117543339844154785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-and-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-117453697245112780</id><published>2007-03-22T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:16:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well exams are over so it's time to get emo. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having this bad throat thingy, and last night the block nose played itself into worsening the whole picture. GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry chalet people. I cant be joining you guys. Well not to worry, i'm sure we'll have many more in the future right! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feell ill because i worked too hard these weeks for the BLOCK TEST. BLOCK TEST BLOCKED MY NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my voice to sing. Concert is coming! RRRAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL IT''S TIME TO TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT THE DETAILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ON 13 OF APRIL&lt;br /&gt;A BEAUTIFUL FRIDAY FOR&lt;br /&gt;A EXTRAVAGANT NIGHT CONCERT AT&lt;br /&gt;THE VICTORIA CONCERT HALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A CHOIR CONCERT BY NANYANG JUNIOR COLLEGE in collabration with another adult choir and HaiSing concert. But the NYJC CHOIR with still be the protagonist of the night la. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it's since a LONG LONG time ever since you last stepped into VCH, or perhaps you haven't even gone in before for a GOOS SHOW. This is YOUR CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreoever it's a rare opportunity for a choir concert; well band performances are more proliferated, SO IT'S YOUR CHNACE OF A LIFETIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURELY, Choir concerts will promise a much more fun, unique, and exciting time than any!! So COME AND SUPPORT ALRIGHTS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are at $12 per head, which is the usual price for VCH concerts. It's surely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask jy and ps. Wahahaha. but maybe they having jap class on fri night. Who knows. RAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY FREEE NOW! LIBRATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EMANCIPATION OF NIGEL. WAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JEANIE AND HUIYUN. MUST MEET UP SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that huiyun got rid of her moles, dont ask me where. Hahahah, so it's worth paying her a visit. AT HER NEW TUITION CENTRE! Yea, she works there. Cant believe right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think it's a rather fun thing to read my own past entries. Interesting. But i hate the way i write last time. WELLL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an urge to spend. INDULGE AND DROWN MYSELF IN HEDONISM AND EPICUREAN PURSUITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spondor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant gratifications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUANDERING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT but but, i'll still have to control my diet la. what you put in your mouth is more important then how much you exercise. Moreover i'm sick now. RRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-117453697245112780?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/117453697245112780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=117453697245112780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117453697245112780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/117453697245112780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-exams-are-over-so-its-time-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116861933257457410</id><published>2007-01-13T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:28:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bestie is not back online yet. Wonder what she's doing at home sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and these days make me conclude that my bestie is my soul mate! Totally. And finally things are getting back on track for me and her. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys must be reading my new blog more often 'cos no people tag my this blog anymore. HOW COULD YOU! So heartless can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti do admit that my new blog is more intersting la. Got pics for every entry also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well weekend is here and i cant believe it, yet i'm starting to enjoy it. MONDAY GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TOMORROW IS MY COUSIN'S WEDDING! WOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116861933257457410?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116861933257457410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116861933257457410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116861933257457410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116861933257457410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/bestie-is-not-back-online-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116808457222497937</id><published>2007-01-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:56:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well these days my com really goes on and off, so it's rather difficult for me to stay online or blog and surf net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these days i usually blog in my new blog with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation 1 is freaking tiring. FREAKING. BUT i had fun and i thank God that i joined in the end and didn't back up last min. WOOooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would kill myself if i know i miss out so much fun. The j1s are friendly good people and i know new friends too, both from the newbies and the ogls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep time. and back i go back to the slogging life. yawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116808457222497937?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116808457222497937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116808457222497937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116808457222497937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116808457222497937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-these-days-my-com-really-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116766607542112640</id><published>2007-01-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:41:15.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah and i had wasted yet another day! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i did help out with the house chores a little and cleaned my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just bought me a new cupboard for my loads of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and i posted the pic on my new bloggie &lt;a href="http://www.blogwithhisphone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.blogwithhisphone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New sofa is coming! And i really look forward to it la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is still more than i can handle. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm doing nothing? My whole family just watched Little Nicky together. Yeah, my dad is the first one who's interested in it and the rest of us joined in. AND I WASTED MY NIGHT AWAY LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW GOT OGL WORKSHOP. BLEAH. AND I PLAN TO go buy mybag tomorrow. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116766607542112640?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116766607542112640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116766607542112640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116766607542112640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116766607542112640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-yeah-and-i-had-wasted-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116758896644146079</id><published>2007-01-01T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:16:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's new year and i just watched finished Devil wears Prada which i had lend from mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad studying day for me. I didn't really study much. I can't even finish one God dammit chem tutorial which had only FOUR questons la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, i had a new blog, where i'll randomly post pictures i took with my new phone. (Oppss and i can feel someone cursing me already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that my phone got this blogging service la. So i can blog anytime anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME! (Wooo thanks justin! I love SOS by Rihanna!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's random, i know. I really love this song la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i suppose many people would be clubbing their new year eve night and new year early early morning away. Yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so Baw-Wow and COOL and whatevershit to be celebrating big days like christmas and new year clubbing and getting wild and crazy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having fun, drowning in the mucic, moving to the super groovy beats, throwing all your troubles and worries away. Flirt around and let your hot bod do the talking. Found a good looking hottie and took the chance to wink at him/her when he/she turned around. Everywhere is happening and FUN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the dark is consuming your whole, yet the dazzling lights are throwing your soul to heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOoooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it, you feel like SHIT the next morning, or the moment you woke up in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAGGED TO THE MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not experience it before, but i bet the moment you know how horrible it feel, you would ask yourself why on earth you chooose to stay up night outside sweating and dancing like you had never lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is aching and your wholehead is pulsing. Your ears are still having the hard beats of last night's music ringing inside, plus your eyelids feeling ever heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror and you saw that your eye bags and dark circles are worse than ever. The headache continues to set in and the next moment you know it, you are having a bad bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel like banging your head and just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather groove to the music playing from my com and blog my new year's early morning away mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssss, i just dyed my hair! Dark Brown. It looks really dark and yea... SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dyeing hair is like so normal to me now, I dyed my hair like 4 or 5 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i'm using revlon, cheap and no ammonia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the condition really makes me smell like an indian auntie. HAHAHAHAHAAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i freaking need a new school bag! PLEASE SOMEONE PEI ME GO SEARCH FOR ONE CAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough that out of the 8 J1s that i have to call, 5 are contacted this noon. The remaining 3 one overseas the other two dunno go where celebrating their lives away liao. BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;and who says spending spending new year even alone is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116758896644146079?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116758896644146079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116758896644146079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116758896644146079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116758896644146079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year-and-i-just-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116750432874269178</id><published>2006-12-31T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:45:28.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great, it's nearing 3 in the morning and i'm still in front of my com. Well i was pretty moody, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mary is angry with me, she must be.... I don't know what happened between we two la. We used to be such good friends in the past, but things changed, and they changed too fast for me to even catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and i have been asking myself why, and what exactly went wrong. Is it me? Am i a irritatng person? And am i that irritating to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it her exams that's pulling us apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's amiss and i can feel it, or is it that i'm thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i don't know why people are angry with me. Why cant they just say it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, it's because i didn't even ask. Well, and i need to remind myself that the truth hurts, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back, go back to how we were at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, there're many times that i wished that i can control time. I wish ah! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't some good things last? Or should i be happy, that some of the bad things had ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to put myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those whom i had irritated, upset-ed, angered... and bla bla, i hereby apolognise for my wrong doings, just anything that i had done that's unpleasant or not pleasing in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me. Bla, i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i'm a bad person and i'm mean and irritating and shitty. I got bad bad character and personality. I'm like so bad la. Yea.... Kill me la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Perhaps i'm just tired, that's why i'm moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116750432874269178?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116750432874269178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116750432874269178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116750432874269178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116750432874269178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/great-its-nearing-3-in-morning-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116740150771209245</id><published>2006-12-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:11:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally love my new phone! Thank God for it mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got games that are like SO NICE. I especially like the tennis one. It's like so fun and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say now leh. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s jiayi got her YAMAPI. I GOT MY YUNHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116740150771209245?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116740150771209245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116740150771209245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116740150771209245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116740150771209245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-totally-love-my-new-phone-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116736923752388481</id><published>2006-12-29T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:13:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW and i'm back again blogging. In an hour's time I'll have to go back to school for singing. YEAH! AND THE J1s are here already! WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more guys to my section, and i thought that they are really good people. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND oh yea, I'M STILL A FREAKING OGL! Yea yea, i told you guys that i quited but in the end, back! How can such a fun loving person like me miss out the fun man! Yea, fun comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhh... If i let my teachers hear this they are going to chop me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brown hair is going in a few days time. SAD CASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was thinking of dyeing dark blue. You get it? DARK DARK KINDA BLUE. NEAR BLACK KIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i assume you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i thinklife is really like a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i was still moody during the first half of the day, and then i was happily shopping away at marina square alone. Weird ya, i know. Since when i go out alone right, let alone shopping alone. Then GUESS WHAT. MY PHONE (3230) BROKE DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tuesday i'm "happily" went to get my spoilt 3230 (IT SPOILT FOR THE FCUKING THIRD TIME) FIXED. AND got rather pissed at the singtel shop there. I wasted like four hours to get everything (part of EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING) done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wednesday I went to sentosa with the OGLs and i LOSTmy handphone. My dad lend me his NEW phone okay, and i dropped it in the BUS! OPPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, Thursday, i actually GOT BACK the lost phone, and then at night i bought new phone! It's like wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i had picked up like 2 or 3 lost phones before, and i returned it to their owners okay. Thankfully it happened to me this time. KARMA KARMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traded in my that lao ya 3230 that broke down THREE FREAKING TIMES. $150, the best price i can get. AND GOT MY NEW CYBERSHOT K800I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CAM GOOD MP3! EASY TO GET THE HANG OF IT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. AND TODAY(FRIDAY), THE SUN IS OUT! Sun always gives me great luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainy days sort of neutralised my luck lor. So for the past few days I'm like okay okay. Then at some points fall and crashed a little la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i tried to look at things more positively these days. Really trying hard. And i miss my classmates! REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays homework is still untouched. Four to five more days. Hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good luck to you readers also la! Grins =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;I love someone call yunho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116736923752388481?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116736923752388481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116736923752388481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116736923752388481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116736923752388481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-and-im-back-again-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116706651296421922</id><published>2006-12-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:08:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WENT SHOPPING TODAY!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOPPING SHOPPPING ON CHRISTMAS DAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;em&gt;MYSELF&lt;/em&gt; like tons of things la! Pictures next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys, you know that i have been searching fcuking hard for this ripcurl jacket right. I went to Cityhall today (last resort), and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find it. God damn it i cant find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flash and Splash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Citylink, it's not at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ripcurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at Marina Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh by the way i saw the current superstar contestants there today at Marina. They are just hanging out there, there's one group of about 5, 6 of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. I CANT FIND IT. IT'S FREAKING NOT MEANT TO BE MINE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Orchard with jhing jhing (jing, jiayi suggested this spelling one hor) and we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant find it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vivocity with dan, and we&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;cant find it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i tried Plaza Sing, and still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant find it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i tried Citylink and Marina Square, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;also cant find it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG FREAK IT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that jacket is, that i'm willing to search the whole of singapore's surfing brands shops for it. And how&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; nice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is that it's all grabbed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT. I BOUGHT MYSELF ANOTHER JACKET ANYWAY! It's from VOLCOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the first time i buyfrmo Volcom since i'm not its fan at all. Bt who cares la, design and comfort comes first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this whole festive season, i shopped about $200 bucks, and that's excluding the God forsakened cab rides okay. And not including the movies and ktv and GREAT FOOD I ENJOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily friends are for free. That's why i love them much more! Thanks jy shan ym lyn jean dan chew, choir people and blas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i miss out anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and huiyun dunno go where liao these days. Must be with her trunk loads of flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, i know she still loves me, so it's okay that she flirts around. Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and one more news - I'm quitting ogl.... Sad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i think things are getting quite out of hand, so i need to know what are my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to do more for my studies. FOR THIS WHOLEFREAKING HOLIDAY, I NEVER TOUCH THAT PILE OF HMK AT ALL. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST I REPEAT AGAIN? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's how shitty my situation is like. I'm going to be so dead meat if these remainging days i still fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my fault. BLEAH. I HAVE been playing, and i admit that. TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, now it's the time to do some payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights, and tml's time for gym too. Payback for the food i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;and god bless.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like your Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116706651296421922?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116706651296421922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116706651296421922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116706651296421922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116706651296421922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-went-shopping-today-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116703114699825700</id><published>2006-12-25T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:19:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is such a horrible way to spend your Christmas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;staying out LATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at night outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grumpy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next morning when you wake up, you still feel so tired and weird. Yea, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad. I'll NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes for clubbing too. Unless it's some special event, it's a pass for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i had clubbed over ten times and i'm really sick of it. To those who had never ben clubbing before, clubbing is fun if you dance and go wild, but still, the side effects of headache, bad complexion, bad hair day whatsoever shit the next morning are horrifyingly horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cons are more than the pros! Well that's for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are still tons of people out there who think that clubbing is fun fun and FUN, and it's all worth it, that's why the clubs got their income load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, staying up late is BAD. Staying late outside is WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOD DAMN IT. I NEED SHOPPING. ROARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116703114699825700?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116703114699825700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116703114699825700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116703114699825700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116703114699825700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-is-such-horrible-way-to-spend-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116693626697462343</id><published>2006-12-24T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:05:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST COME SO FAST LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i was still in bed wondering what day and date it is. Yea, it's all because of the Christmas's eve eve eve thingy. Eve until i got confused already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I must say that it's so weird to have Christmas's eve on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;. Totally weird. Just weird la. Yes, i don't like it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Bear's blog and i felt so bad about not turning up for the class bbq. It's pouring &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crocodiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over here at my place Yishun okay. But okay okay, it's still my fault la. I shall treat Jess drink when we get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this. I have this weird feeling of wanting to go back to school yet hating the holiday to end. I want my beauty sleep. I don't want to go back to the slogging life i had in J1. BUT, I STILL MISS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WENT off to the kitchen, and then came back with a bowl of hot noodles with lots of liaos and big big &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! YEAHS!* (Cooked by my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i think i would like to have &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a lover who can cook&lt;/span&gt;. Cook for me! Wahahaha. It would be so sweet to shop together in the supermarket too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps we can make out in the kitchen too. Oh shit, why am i saying this here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's easy to imagine, hard to have it to be a reality in my life la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK SO EASY TO GET ONE GOOD LOOKING, HOT AND TOTALLY CUTE LOVER&lt;br /&gt;WHO is so so so sweet to cook for you? Roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad is a pretty good husband leh. He took care of my mum when she's sick. Run errands for her all the time. He goes to the market with my mum. He cooks for my mum often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause and eat my noodles! YUmmy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what. My dad SPECIALLY waited for me to wake up then he cooked the noodles. I'm the latest to wake up in the family you see. Or should i say the whole family waited for me. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finished!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how my day's gonna be today! Oh yea, orchard is so freking packed that it's packed okay, so AVOID going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIPCURL JACKET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, yesterday i didn't manage to find it. FREAK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT MEANS I WANT IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a BAD feeling to not be able to buy the things you WANTED. AND IT'S NOT BECAUSE I HAVE NO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO BUY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FREAK ME! RECENTLY i have been spending money like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, i took &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cabs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cabs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cabs&lt;/span&gt;. Come on, freak me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living as if i'm a richy richy kid, when i'm NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could take cab and pay $4 for 100m of journey. It's about the distance you walk from Orchard MRT station to the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OLD CHUNK KEY&lt;/span&gt; AT THE NGEE ANN CITY THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak it for it is short RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum totally made a wrong decision when she pass me the cash card, and say "Nah it's for you to use, dont anyhow spend ahhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm so going to get my K800i and iPod video. Plus my ripcurl jacket. New shoes. New cap. New shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS MOVIES! GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily frighten myself with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116693626697462343?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116693626697462343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116693626697462343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116693626697462343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116693626697462343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-christmass-eve-it-just-come-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116680852151848328</id><published>2006-12-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:34:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00570mc5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/6052/dsc00570mc5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched THE HOLIDAY with shan and potato. It's a freaking long movie okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours. But i like it anyway. Nothing totally exciting or whatsoever but i just like it. Perhaps it's because it'sbeen a long time since i last watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the last movie i watched was HAPPY FEET. Perhaps it's not really that long ago la, but i'm a movie freak you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.7/5 stars for The Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i almost blogged nasty things on my blog, but in the end i deleted it. I just feel like it. Just that. Ha. And then, just feel like saying it out. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think reflection is very important, and it is, always, a good practice. Personally i reflect a lot, on myself, and on the things that're happening around me. It's sort of like a habit, a common practice for me. I'm pretty much a person who thinks a lot to start with anyway you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's through these reflections that i learn. Learning more about myself, others, and perpectives of life. It's important that mistakes, or FLAWS in my character are taken note of, and then corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's due to the fact that i'm a person with a problematic personality to begin with, together with an innate need to be accepted by others(confession confession, haha...), that's why it became necessary for me to change myself once in a while, so as to be more well-liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what's so bad about changing? I think it's rather stereotype to think that it is not really a good thing that someone had a change, be it slight or huge, in his or her character, personality, or perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one funny thing that is pretty common among the people, is they try to avoid seeing the faults in themselves. Yes, they avoid it. Because they are afraid to face it? Or is it that they are too ashamed to face themselves. I must admit that it is hurtful to know the truth. But if you see it in a better light, that everyone, i mean EVERYONE, has their own faults to face, then things might turn out to be easier to handle, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, on the contrary, i think changing is good. Changing for the better of course. It is easier said than done, but i must say that it comes with practice. And reflecting is the first step of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes with solving problems, the most basic thing is to know what went wrong isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think over the years, through the training provided totally free of charge by my best friends, and the good and tough times that i had been through, i had undergone tremedous change, both inside and outside. I like who i am now more than who i am in the past, and i'm proud of it, because i'm a much better man now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to specially mention names, but i really dont want to see people fighting all over the place. Ha. Yea, okay, let me just mention two, how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known jiayi and shan for like 5 years. Best friends then, still best friends now. It's amazing what things had happened among us for the last 5 years. Ha. But i think i'm really fortunate that i had friends like them. There's a saying that goes somewhat like, "If you had found 5 true friends in your life, you are considered a very very lucky man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had found my 5 already, perhaps even more. Yeah, so i guess i must be a very lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are people who do not have the luck or chance, to enjoy the good friendships that i had. I'm not going to laugh at them or pity them of course, but well, i think this kinda stuff cant be forced too; it comes naturally. However, i also believe that one controls his life, and relationship stuffs are sometimes, pretty complicated. One moment it's out of your control, the next, you might be holding the key, into unlocking the chains and chains of misunderstandings and blas. Life is always unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances come, and go. Grab it. Cherish it. Friends are hard to get, good friends are even harder. So give yourself a moment, and think of the best friend/s of yours. Think, and questions like "Have they been treating me well?", "How have i been treating them?", "What do i like about him/her?" and "How, and why do we get together so smoothly and well?" might pop up in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one way of reflection too. I think sometimes in life, we just need to slow down, and think, about ourselves, and others. Sometimes, it's because of us being unaware, that's why things start to go wayward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's that one thing that you want to reflect upon tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, perhaps friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116680852151848328?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116680852151848328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116680852151848328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116680852151848328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116680852151848328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/img-altfree-image-hosting-at-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116678119338028613</id><published>2006-12-22T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:35:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carolling's finally over. Phew. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great, today i just heard that the earnings (approximately $3500+++) will be going to the principal's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like "WHAT!? AINT THE MONEY GOING TO OUR OWN FUND!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, explain to me why is the principal having the money instead of us! IT'S OUR GOD DAMMIT HARD EARNED MONEY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even for safe keeping we also should be the ones who keep our eyes on it ma. Why must the principal keep OUR money. HA. WHO KNOWS WHERE THE MONEY MIGHT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my main point is, since it's our HARD earned money we should be the one who have the whole control on it. ARGH, MONEY'S ALWAYS A SENSITIVE TOPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it would always be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, and let me now blog about my interesting train trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my ipod gave up on me before i was even half the journey home. GREAT. I FREAKING HATE THAT TO HAPPEN EVERYTIME. FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm bored, so i started looking around the cabin. AND freak it, my cabin just happened to be packed with OLD PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so that means that i couldn't even get myself a seat to sit and rest/doze for a while since i'll have to let the OLD people have the seats. Yea i'm that kind enough, and i wouldn't wanna fight for seats with them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak it. How come old people nowadays like to go town more and more. BACK YOU GO TO THE WET MARKETS AND PARKS. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea mean me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this fight-for-seat scene happening just in front of me. Yeah. At least something was happening to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak this auntie. You know how she fought for the seat? She place her stuffs on the seat. God dammit la. THEN THERE SHE WAS STANDING LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK. You bet i rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image179fq5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/2993/image179fq5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually fighting for seat with this auntie in pink over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image180nx0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6969/image180nx0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that white man over there? He got an injured feet, YET when he saw that that pink auntie(let's call her pinky) got pushed away by the mean Ms fight-for-mrt-seat-winner, he stood up to offer pinky his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pinky rejected kindly. What a gracious gentleman he is lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ms fight-for-mrt-seat-winner's PAISEH about her unglam and unglacious act that she just stood that like that with her hands on the seat trying to act COOL lor. Good that she's ashamed of herself. *SLAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freak this guy in black. He's talking so freaking loud that i bet all the people in the cabin know about his trip to the NLB at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image181ex0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/7906/image181ex0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Ms fight-for-mrt-seat-winner. Finally she's tired of standing there and acting cool that she sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image182gp5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5442/image182gp5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND there she is, closing her eyes to avoid seeing people looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;Act act cool lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img133.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image183ii6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/6808/image183ii6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everyone got a seat for themselves and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image184sh7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/4683/image184sh7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think the pink auntie was so interesting! This is how she slept on the train! SO CUTE LA! AHHAHAHAAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image185vn2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9481/image185vn2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116678119338028613?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116678119338028613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116678119338028613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116678119338028613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116678119338028613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/carollings-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116671153199328897</id><published>2006-12-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:10:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some pictures from my indonesia trip. Well i'm so not going to do it the xiaxue way although i thought that will be a better. I'm just lazy and not so free la. And i'm having a bad mood now. Probably because i'm tired. Damn it. I wonder how i'm going to survive when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cimg0238rb3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3615/cimg0238rb3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i took these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img274.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cimg0242wl2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/9881/cimg0242wl2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img274.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cimg0300zz9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/458/cimg0300zz9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image082qz2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/4126/image082qz2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image100rq0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/7825/image100rq0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image107at1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/9520/image107at1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locals, very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image109cg5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2135/image109cg5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stair way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image122te9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/741/image122te9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image139fy3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/2817/image139fy3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image131cg0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/9623/image131cg0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img158.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image140kz9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/2117/image140kz9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image142eo4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/501/image142eo4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img158.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image158wq4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/4271/image158wq4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image164ks5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/7382/image164ks5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image168yk0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6286/image168yk0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this trip to indonesia is pretty boring because there're actually not much things over there. Perhaps it's because of the area i'm visiting is sort of under developed. Ha, moreover i'm not going with a whole tour group or something so there're not much site seeing or shopping and whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it can be considered a new experience la, since i have never been to indonesia, BUT i realised that it's pretty similar to malaysia, so nothing much of an adventure, eyeopener, or blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotels suck over at indonesia la. Low class and certainly below my expectation. Or is it that my expectation is too high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL then, at least i've learnt my lesson. If i want a holiday, i MUST go to somewhere more expensive, and has higher standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school trip or CIP whatever shit then perhaps i anything also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus this trip is not exactly considered to be my type of holiday. Too bad for me la. Sigh. It's over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on and i'm all messed up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in a bad shape. Time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA. MY BED IS CALLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES lyn and mei&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116671153199328897?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116671153199328897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116671153199328897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116671153199328897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116671153199328897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-are-some-pictures-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116636215523783868</id><published>2006-12-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:29:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bloody back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG MORE NEXT TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116636215523783868?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116636215523783868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116636215523783868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116636215523783868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116636215523783868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-bloody-back-blog-more-next-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116609345373608007</id><published>2006-12-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:50:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT!? XIAXUE GOT A NOSE JOB!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and IT'S FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SPONSORED LA. ARGH! See &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how her new nose would look like. Well i would like to have a nose job too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that cosmetic surgery does sounds scary to me though. Afterall, it's doing something on YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, who's not a vainpot these days. Yinmei told me that 80% of the korean students went for cosmetic surgery before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a nose job costs between $5000 to $12000. Yea yea, vanity needs a price, a HIGH one i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'll go for one, perhaps not. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays are weird aren't they. They pay high prices to go one bit nearer to their image of perfection, regardless how small that bit may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116609345373608007?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116609345373608007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116609345373608007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116609345373608007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116609345373608007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-xiaxue-got-nose-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116601760753744408</id><published>2006-12-13T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:46:47.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to collect pay cheque today with bear, shing and paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met jing. Wow  long time no see her la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to buy a new phone. K800i? It had a 3.2mp cam okay! Whahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i want a new bike too. My new and first bike FOR CHRISTMAS! YEAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s yeah i'm glad that i ve found one more tvxq lover! isabel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116601760753744408?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116601760753744408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116601760753744408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116601760753744408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116601760753744408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116592550877345516</id><published>2006-12-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:12:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my table during the cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image069zd7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4880/image069zd7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image070vb5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/9374/image070vb5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the walkway, which is quite not walkable, since everything is on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image071nr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/5082/image071nr6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside my bed. As you can see, this is where all the rubbish-dug-out are, and also where i pack the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image072pw3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/8793/image072pw3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole room appeared as though it had gone through a hurricane disaster. Hahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL now it's neater liao la, and it contained less stuffs too, with all my sec school's things mostly dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image073yb8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/9894/image073yb8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the PAPERS I'M GONNA THROWWWWW AWAY. OPPPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to people who wanna buy hat for xmas, there are beautiful ones available at the japanese shop at vivocity, Daiso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST CHEAP CHEAP TWO DOLLARS! And you get one nice nice good quality Xmas hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image060lt7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/5092/image060lt7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're gold and silver ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image061vt9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/741/image061vt9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, one dumb dumb disgusting pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image068ov2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/1420/image068ov2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that black thingy there? It's a snail. Saw that dirty trail behind it? IT'S SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it shamelessly shited while it climbed up. Perhaps it wanna hide so that it would get punished for vandalising the wall. Hence UP it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. I'm down with a bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116592550877345516?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116592550877345516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116592550877345516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116592550877345516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116592550877345516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-my-table-during-cleaning-img.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116588878996321172</id><published>2006-12-12T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:59:49.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a good sleep last night and i wonder why. It's like the worst insomnia i ever had okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is totally messed up. ARGH. Now i'm having a headache i can't sleep and i gave today's choir practice a pass. Well i never want to miss a practice okay. Everything seems frustrating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea i'm a grumpy old man now. Holidays are BAD. That's the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, i had this extremely irritating flu. Running nose and bad throat. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friday i'm supposed to go to indonesia with dan one. FLU FLU GO AWAY! SHOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room aint fully packed yet so i gotta go to vivo to buy some stuffs back later. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 o'clock in the morning. Bad start for the day. How terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whine whine whine and whine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;flu flu go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116588878996321172?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116588878996321172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116588878996321172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116588878996321172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116588878996321172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116585326430515965</id><published>2006-12-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:07:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I spring cleaned my room today. WHAT TEDIOUS WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should i say winter clean my room? LOL. Pjc people will be boarding that plane going to japan in around two hours time. Japan is snowing now la! DAMMIT. JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SNEEZE LIKE five hundred times today. My room is so disgustingly dirty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to go into details because what i found under my bed is so gross that i would need to bang my head against the wall to knock those images out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaahah freaking you out? I'm exaggerating of course. But my room is really dusty and blas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents are surprised by my diligence. My dad even asked my mum whether i'm bringing a girl home tonight hence explaining my weirdness. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my family of weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't know where my courage came from. CLEANING MY ROOM REQUIRES A GREAT DEAL OF FAITH AND COURAGE ONE OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason is because it's raining this noon so i thought it would be nice to clean up the room since it's not warm and humid? HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i took approximately SEVEN FREAKING HOURS to pack my room. That includes repainting parts of the walls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more. I skipped breakfast (i slept until too late) and i skipped lunch. Okay i had a cup of milk. That's all before i embark on this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my dieting plan? HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug out lots of rubbish today, which i'm planning to throw away. TONS OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of them are secondary school stuffs. LOL. I even have some stuffs that are from Sec 2. Shocked myself. I think i can earn like more than $5 from the garang guni man if i sell them. Perhaps $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to see the amount of paper needed to invest in one's education man. The books and blas. Education sure kills trees. During o level preparation period, the amount of exam papers from other 'good schools' given to us are like WOOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the old stuffs also reminds me of the memories i had in my secondary school. Well i must say that i'm a person that values memories a lot, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm quite a forgetful person at the same time, so many things are forgotten, or rather, 'unrecalled'. The funny thing is some events are rather vivid though. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if old ones dont go, new ones dont come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my old specs that are round and darn ugly. And my first pager!!! The first and only pager in my life okay. Initially i wanted to dump them, but my dad said that it's good to keep some of them for memories. Ha... well, fine i'll keep them, so perhaps 10 years later i can take them out and laugh with my family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now my room is like sparkling clean! Wooohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml i'm going to buy small boxes and blas to put my stuffs. More organised ma. WAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;Nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116585326430515965?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116585326430515965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116585326430515965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116585326430515965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116585326430515965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-spring-cleaned-my-room-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116581391090936248</id><published>2006-12-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:11:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i just received Mariah's Christmas songs from julyen last night, so if you guys want them can come ask from it. The songs are really super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that i'm not going to cut my hair. HA even Yinmei darling praised that my hair is nice! I like its colour so yea, and i really dont bear to dye it back to black lehh. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored at home. Well i should be starting my studying today sehhh... FINE I WILL STUDY. LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER NOT CRY&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETER NOT POUT I'M TELLING YOU WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;decide not to tell you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116581391090936248?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116581391090936248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116581391090936248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116581391090936248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116581391090936248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-just-received-mariahs-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116576999529712638</id><published>2006-12-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:59:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm deeply in love. U KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahhaa randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Other people are going to JAPAN! AND WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE IN SPORE!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm refering to choir la. ROARS! PJC is going to japan for one week! Ny going no where. NO where. Originally we are going to KOREA one okay. BUT BLEEAAAHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SAD SO SAD SO SAD AND BLOODY JEALOUS AND ENVIOUS. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the resort at bintan is going to be nice, although i heard it's only 4 stars? ARGH. The 5, 6 stars ones are full liao can. Fcuk ^$(^%(&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;^&amp;amp;*&amp;*&amp;amp;%^&amp;^$$#@#@$%#$"&gt;&amp;amp;^&amp;*&amp;amp;*&amp;%^&amp;amp;^$$#@#@$%#$&lt;/a&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116576999529712638?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116576999529712638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116576999529712638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116576999529712638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116576999529712638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-deeply-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116573365847962387</id><published>2006-12-10T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:54:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm staying home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if later yinmei ps me i'm so gonna go to her house and kidnap her out. She promised to go gym with me one! muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's catching goong like nobody's business. Well she took like 1/3 of the time i took to watch goong you know. This is because she forwarded lots of parts. Pro la, but for me i obediently followed, even though some parts are really draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to start my studying, since the coming friday is the day i go bintan. I must study hard before going overseas for fun! But no motivation lar. Hahahahha. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116573365847962387?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116573365847962387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116573365847962387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116573365847962387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116573365847962387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-staying-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116568043666063045</id><published>2006-12-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:07:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With koreans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i so wanna learn jap or korean. Oh, i'm like following jiayi's footstep. She's gonna be my&lt;br /&gt;senior then, since she started like so darn long long time ago. Five thousand years ago? Hmm... perhaps six....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well picking up a new language isn't a bad idea sehh. Whahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sudden but i'm after korean idols now. WOW. I'm shocked myself. I used to be an anti-idol kinda person you see. Well in the past, i thought that going after idols is a pretty silly thing to do. It's waste of time, waste of energy, money and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, woooooo i'm falling in love with korean idols. And what's so bad with having idols? Like means like lo, care so much for what right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well currently there's one korean band which i look up to a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONG BANG SHIN GI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their singing is BO-WAY-GONG one okay. All of them have beautiful voice. It's very seldom that you find a boyband whom all of them sing really well. Then all of them dance so freaking well. Freaking well. I like especially the leader Yunho and Junsu. Both of them are so so talented in dancing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of them are picked out during an audition, in which they are tested for their voice and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i watched one youtube video in which one of the member, Hero, who is also the lead singer, said that before becoming a singer, before going for the audition and everything, he went away from his hometown to another place in Korea to undergo training. There, he had to work to support himself, live alone in his own apartment, and also go for singing training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all in the case whereby he did not know whether he is going to be a singer in the future. He was only about 15 then? 15 years old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He underwent training for 3 years and only till then that he fulfilled his dream of being a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wow when i knew that. And that same goes for the rest of the group members. I was shocked, really. For my fav singer, Kim Junsu aka xiah, he went through like 6, 7 years of training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a pretty big cultural shock for me. In Korea the kids have such great freedom in persueing their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was envious too actually. And i look up to them because of their passion for singing, and their courage in stepping out of their comfort zone. They sacrificed a lot of things and also put in such great effort. I was happy for them that their hard work got paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, if i were given a chance, would i dare to pursue my dreams like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a good load of faith man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for liking idols, i see more than who they are on stage, but who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong bang shin gi is not only a boyband that is made up of pretty faces, but people who i look up to and people that have somethings that i can learn from. Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;i love tvxq!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116568043666063045?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116568043666063045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116568043666063045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116568043666063045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116568043666063045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-love-with-koreans-and-i-so-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116532304890536851</id><published>2006-12-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:52:11.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoooooOOOOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a long time since i blogged. At first i really wanted to, but i failed eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... 'cos i gotta deliver what you guys wanted - PICTURES TO GIVE THE VISUAL ENJOYMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that posting pictures are like so tedious and ma fan!? I wonder whether xiaxue hate it as much as i do, or perhaps she loves posting pictures of her glamorous life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't know where to start. Alright. Do you guys know about the 'pet kingdom' at VIVOCITY? It's at the highest level. There're hamsters, rabbits and DOGS there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the doggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img224.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image056jj6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/1030/image056jj6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image058ul9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/5600/image058ul9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there're many others but i not so free to take all their pics and post them lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this japanese supermarket kinda shop there near the pet shop. It's like super cool 'cos it's super big and the items it sells are like BLA BLA BLA. Countless. And guess what. EVERYTHING IS TWO DOLLARS ONLY~~~~~ LA LA LA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is FROM JAPAN! YOU BET. JIAYI I'M SURE YOU WOULD LIKE IT THERE. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, i KNOW i was late and everything okay, but yes, i was catching GOONG these days. I was currently at 20! So i got three hours left. WOOOOHOOOO! It's like soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo NICE LAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA, it seems like everyone moved on and the goong craze has been gone but I DONT CARE. GOONG IS LIKE SOOOOOOOOO NICE! WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching for the past few days and nights, and i usually watch till 3am. wanhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday, i went for a choir concert at the ESPLANADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET IT'S BEAUTIFUL THERE AND IT'S MY FIRST TIME AS WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i secretly snap some ugly pics so that i can let you (those who have not been inside the halls before) see how it is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img224.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image065nd8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/8762/image065nd8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this pic was when the concert haven start yet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this concert 3 choirs will be performing. First it's the singaore youth choir, secondly the japan choir and thirdly the philipines choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pics or video inside is strictly not allowed one okay, but i took them anyway. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image066kc9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/5941/image066kc9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with choir people of course. Well the concert was fabulous. Totally stunning and wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music came as a wave, and most of the time during the concert, i closed my eyes to feel it. With opened eyes, one just wouldn't be able to feel the music to the maximum. Moreover, when i close my eyes, i use my mind to see instead of my eyes, and for every song, it tells a different story, and that story came alive inside my mind. That's the power of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i think choir concerts are much more interesting and entertaining than any band or orchestra concerts. For instrumental performances, one flow with the music. Yes, one can feel the music, its rythme, beat and melody, but this feeling usually just come and go quickly. Unlike instrumental performances, choral performances are more able to talk to the audience, as in conveying a story or painting a picture in the audience's minds. Choral music is not so harsh and 'loud', hence it touches hearts more effectively. One feels the melody, but at the same time, being brought to another world. How wonderful isit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert made me realise that choral music is not as dead as what i thought. Music moves, and it can become so tangible that it lifts up your soul like a wave. This concert lasted for more than one and a half hour, yet it is not as 'physically demanding' as a movie. It's easier to focus on your hearing than to multi-task your visuals and hearing at the same time you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i love my life now, doing what i love and everything. Yea yea, the stack of homework has been left there untouched, that's why i'm saying that my life is good. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i really love singing now too. Ha. Oh ya, i'll be carolling at shenton way that area on the 18 to 21 dec, 1 OR 2 PM LIHE THAT, so if you get to pass by do come around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i'll not be able to go to the 4/7 (my sec 4 class) chalet leh! I'll be GOING TO BINTAN WITH DANYUAN ON THOSE DAYS! YEAHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 18, the following day after i come back, after my carolling, my class 0634 is gonna have a BBQ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... Then i'll also be involve in a choir concert at the end of the year also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, not to forget OGL! I'M GONNA BE A OGL~~!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i got lots to blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so lucky that i bought the perfume that i ALWAYS WANTED!!!!!! AT HALF PRICE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's at body shop lar, and they are having year end sales. My perfume was $39.90 originally, but i bought it at $19.90! Yeah. You cant imagine how happy i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got myself new contacts lens also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for my family, we will be having new sofa! I dun know why this sudden change, but who cares! NEW SOFA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will come only in January. BLEAH. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSION. LATER I'LL BE GOING TO MOS FOR 'FLOW'. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah go watch goong liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116532304890536851?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116532304890536851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116532304890536851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116532304890536851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116532304890536851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/woooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116499035126818872</id><published>2006-12-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:25:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what. i went night jogging. first time try it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine how bad my mood was that i gotta resort to getting out of the house and RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN AWAY FROM everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116499035126818872?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116499035126818872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116499035126818872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116499035126818872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116499035126818872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116498019212904815</id><published>2006-12-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:36:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a bad mood. I'm having a bad mood. I'm having a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather i feel nothing.... Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you would rather feel something inside, isn't it? Something is better than nothing? At least i'm not feeling empty. Oh perhaps i am, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is unfair. It is a fact, yet it is difficult to face this truth, let alone believing in it, and going along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it alright to compare yourself with others? And why does the grass on the other side of the fence always appear to be greener, be it a truth or a deception!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes other people's lives just seem to be better and you ungratefully wished to be that person, secretly inside. Is it so difficult to appreciate your life fully, and always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy my life, but i admit, there are times that i tend to look at what people have, rather than looking at what that's in my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather true that you cant really see yourself clearly, but the people around you can see things more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence at times when people get slightly objective with you, you flare up and turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people look at your life, they see the goods and the bads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are desperate, you see the others' goods and your bads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are weird animals la! 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MOS LIBERTION PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OKAY. I WAS THE VIP COS MY FRIENDS THE ORGANISER. IT FEELS GREAT SIMPLY. HAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image012oj8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5822/image012oj8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very tired, let the pics tell you everything ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image013tc0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3595/image013tc0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image014bx0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1228/image014bx0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is what i see when i look down from the vip room. and now let me show you the vip room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image017pv0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/853/image017pv0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image019uh9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7109/image019uh9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comfortable leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the darkness and everything. the vip is like freaking comfortable and nice and evrything bla bla. the ultimate comfort i tell you. woohooo. and i get to be in it the first time i step into mos sia. wooohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is me if you have forgotten who's blog you are reading. me comfortably sitting in the vip room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image020by6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/8424/image020by6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was at the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image015mq5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4919/image015mq5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the toilet. got tv infront of the urinal okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image016to9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/9463/image016to9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did get the chance to dance with some girls but so dumb dumb there's more guys then girls there at the dance floor lor! freak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few good looking girls there also. sian. and some girls are either too shy or too arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ARROGANT. They danced till very hot but it's just for the sake of seeking attention la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek attention and wanna lure all the guys to surround them. then they happily act act here and there, stay sexy and wanna let all the guys to drool over them. well i must admit they are turn ons la. they are pretty, sexy, have good figures and everything lar. ha. They would probably be even happier if guys fight over for them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT well i think they are RATHER bit shallow and yaddas la. So... disinterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. i need a frivalous yet decent girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116490487883535573?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116490487883535573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116490487883535573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116490487883535573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116490487883535573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/next-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116490366667044510</id><published>2006-11-30T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:26:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I WAS BUSY BUSY BUSY THESE DAYS SO PARDON ME ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/my.php?image=964nz3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5620/964nz3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU READ THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THIS IS MY ADIDAS THAT MARATHON TAG THINGY! YEAH MAN. COOL BA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIAKHIAKHIAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS FUN WITH YOUR FRIENDS. TRUST ME. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc02090hy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/1586/dsc02090hy2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THIS IS ME VERON AND PAUL! ON THE TRAIN AFTER WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ADIDAS EXPO JOB MUST GIVE ALL THANKS TO PAUL BECAUSE IT'S HE WHO INTRO US ONE. YEAH MAN. SOOO GOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT THIS IS A CUTE PIC DRAWN BY VERON ON THE paper used to wrap the shoes found inside the shoe box.... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/my.php?image=26112006822tc8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/6512/26112006822tc8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S me then shing then jas, veron, paul, melissa, and finally mindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right. all of us from 0634 who went to the adidas expo to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other class got class outing, for my class we go work together! gou special ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS you know, working there can be quite boring, so me and melissa got drawing competition. material available = marker (black and blue) and price tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and if you forget who's melissa, here's one pic of her. freaky pic i secretly took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image766kw5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/825/image766kw5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is an example of a price tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img170.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgjs1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1139/imgjs1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE YOU READY FOR OUR ARTWORKS??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is melissa's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0005cc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/2688/img0005cc2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile of the sunflower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. pardon the blue dots, it's an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0002fa7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/3620/img0002fa7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YE4 LEI4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated to english is tears of the leaves&lt;br /&gt;P/S. I know, this is bad. it's my first try ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third one melissa's one. Well i think this is surely better than mine lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img418.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0003jd4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img418.imageshack.us/img418/2184/img0003jd4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly traces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgbu9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/885/imgbu9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;QUE1 XIAN4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MOVING ON TO BLUE INK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA'S BLUE VALLEY; THE ENDLESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgpa6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4920/imgpa6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty bad la, even she herself admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN MINE - THE WAR OF THE BLUES AND BLUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img89.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0001ce3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/5251/img0001ce3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO GUESS WHO WON IN THE END?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgbu9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/885/imgbu9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON! LA LA LA. see anything out of this pic? if you haven't then try harder... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MELISSA IS GOOD TOO LAR, NO DOUBTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER WRITTEN WORKS ARE LIKE MY ALL TIME FAV. I'M HER FAN ACTUALLY. I POSTED SOME OF HER ZHUO PING ON MY CHINESE BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NEXT TWO PIECES ARE MY RANDOM WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE THEM ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img176.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0002qi1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/1782/img0002qi1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a href="http://img300.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0001dv6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/7826/img0001dv6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO WORK... I HAPPEN TO SEE THIS PAIR OF BRIGHT PINK SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME, IT'S BRIGHTER THAN IT LOOKS REAL LIFE. MY EYES HURTS LO! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHO WOULD BUY IT. AND THEN WEAR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image009rf4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2199/image009rf4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED AFTER POSTING SO MANY PICS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116490366667044510?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116490366667044510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116490366667044510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116490366667044510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116490366667044510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-well-i-was-busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116438689131444662</id><published>2006-11-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:48:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE TELLING ME TO UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBS, I'm like freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently working at the ADIDAS (FREAKING CB CHEAP) SALES AT THE SINGAPORE EXPO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHS AND HOORAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING SHOPPING SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS there, fcuking cheap like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover i'm working WITH MY CLASSMATES! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the MOST FUN job ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the station with paul shing jas melissa mindy and veron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING AND TENNIS SECTION! SHOES SHOES SHOES! COME FIND ME AND SAY HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking fun with them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working was tired. FREAKING TIRED I TELL YOU! THE SPOREAAAAAAAN customers literally SWARMED to OUR SECTION. FIND shoes find till siao lor. And i'll have to stand and kneel down and stand and kneel down. Back ache leg ache whole body pain can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of them thankfully not so fussy. COS CHEAPO MA, SO ANYTHING ALSO GRAB AND PUT IT IN THEIR BAG. hahahhahhahha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY CLASSMATES ARE SO FUN. WE TALK AND LAUGH AND WHATEVERSHIT. SELL THINGS TOGETHER PLAY TOGETHER SHOP TOGETHER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOHOOOOO! AND STUPID GARY CHOSE NOT TO COME. HE SURE REGRET ONE LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. UPDATE MORE NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MEANWHILE MANY PEOPLE ASKING ME ABOUT MY MODELLING THINGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm still communicating with one new company i contacted la. m5 that side i dunno lar. LOL! But i'm not despo to be model so everything take it slowly lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES AND NIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116438689131444662?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116438689131444662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116438689131444662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116438689131444662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116438689131444662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-many-people-are-telling-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116378247455339739</id><published>2006-11-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:54:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PHONE IS DEAD. BUT I GOT NEW PHONE! WAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL IT'S MY DAD'S ONE LAR. MY DAD BROUGHT A NEW ONE PHONE FOR HIMSELF BUT HE GRACIOUSLY LEND ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODY DADDY. WAHAHHAHA. SELFLESS AND SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin the new blog where got good lor! next time you explain to me okay! wah lao. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna go out with shing and bear all of a sudden. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people i'm currently working at the food fair at the singapore expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AT HALL 5!!!!!!!!!! SO DO DROP BY! GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD AND FCUKING GOOOOOD FOOD THERE. BRING YOUR FAMILY YADDA YADDA ALONG AND SHOP TILL YOU DROP. MANY MANY MANY THINGS TO BUY. TONS. LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IT'S TILL NEXT TUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WITH REGARDS THE M5 modelling company wanting to sign me as their in house model thingy. Ha i have thought about it but have yet come up with a firm decision. AHYA I work till so tired with got the energy to think so much right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even though i may have some looks (when i'm glam; some only la),  but i also not despo about being model. Yeah, somemore being a model doesn't mean anything what, doesn't mean i'm more superior than other people or whatever bla shit one can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perhaps just a label ba. Well i am me and i do not need any labelling anyway. TADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN I'M SUPER TIRED. MY LEGS ARE LIKE BREAKING. I STOOD FOR LIKE 10 HOURS straight. STRAIGHT! WTF RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. BUT WORKING CAN BE FUN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;MONEYMONEYMONEY. IT'S SO FUNNY. IT'S NIGEL'S WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116378247455339739?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116378247455339739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116378247455339739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116378247455339739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116378247455339739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-phone-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116368657828461605</id><published>2006-11-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:16:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For one moment i thought that my blog was a goner, but thank god it's alright now. Shit that beta blog thingy. SHIT IT. Scare me till death. FREAK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever try applying for that beta bloggy thing if you do not want to end up crying. I didn't, but i almost banged my head against the wall like 500 times? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a bad day for me. MY HANDPHONE GAVE UP ON ME. WHEN I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP HOPE ON HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL TIME for a new phone. NEW PHONE NEW PHONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCUK. So these days you guys can forget about getting to me through my phone. WTF MAN. ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better! I SO DO NOT HAVE A WATCH. Faints. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i'll have to borrow it from my sister. Eeeewww i wonder what she has got in her collection. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think most of you who knows about IT would like to know what exactly happned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i went for the modelling company's interview. Hard to believe uh. I'm like that fugly ugly guy, or perhaps average average guy that you see in school for the past dunno how many years, and now modelling companies are like knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's nothing to be proud of that, but something for me myself to be happy over? I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this modelling thingy spurred a lot of concerns, thoughts and troubles inside of me, and my mind is like boggy messy la. My moodiness was sort of caused by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously the company's personel that i spoke to like me (at first i thought he will be disappointed seeing me in real person), and strongly encourage me to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL PERHAPS he just want my money? LOL. YES YES MONEY INVOLVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to pay the company a sum to join them and to attend lessons that they arrange for me. They have to have me groomed before i can take on assignments one maaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i see everything as an investment kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that small chat, the company personel actually talked a lot of shit AT FIRST la. THEN at the end then he went into the contract thingy. Well you think i'm so stupid so as to be brainwashed by him and straight away on the spot say 'yes i'll join the company and i'll GIVE YOU THE MONEY' MEH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed feeling some pressure over there but i dealt with everything rationally. I rejected the offer of signing with the company on the spot. I do not want myself to regret for my reckless decision you see. I told him that i need time to reconsider and he was rather disappointed la. Well i pressume no one likes rejection of any form also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have to consider whether this offer is a good investment; whether i will have a good reap. Of course, what you sow you want to see some result right. THERE MUST BE PROFIT! However in this kinda of industry i guess it's all about looks and talents, which is what i wasn't really confident of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it boils down to luck too la. Well the future is always uncertain, so no one will know whether i can make it or not. Modelling is never the area i'm skilled in, never had been there before either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you think that i should give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me says that it is NOT WORTH IT and will not be what i hoped for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me says that there's no harm trying. For experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelling. NEAR YET FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone has a dream. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what's mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch superstar, and i see so many people in the persue of their dreams. Those who are the selected ones are probably those who had gone through singing lessons. Well it's an investment issue here too. They invest in the singing lesson, well it's partly out of passion, partly due to the dream that they hold closely to their hearts - to be a superstar one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is uncertain, yet businessmen too fork out money, in hope of seeing some reaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the future scares people, sometimes it disappoints. But sometimes it shines brightly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116368657828461605?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116368657828461605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116368657828461605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116368657828461605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116368657828461605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-one-moment-i-thought-that-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116343341552421046</id><published>2006-11-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:56:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TML THERE'S SCHOOL! SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WOULD STUDY TODAY BUT I DIDN'T.  FREAK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. BUT STIL CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TML'S GONNA BE GREAT. PLEASE BE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116343341552421046?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116343341552421046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116343341552421046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116343341552421046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116343341552421046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/tml-theres-school-sian-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116340456915198472</id><published>2006-11-13T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:56:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young lady in the maternity ward just prior to labour was asked by the midwife if she would like her husband to be present at the birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I don't have a husband" she replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.K. do you have a boyfriend?" asked the Midwife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no boyfriend either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a partner then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm unattached, I'll be having my baby on my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birth the midwife again spoke to the young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a healthy bouncing baby girl, but I must warn you before you see her that the baby is black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replied the girl. "I was very down on my luck, with no money and nowhere to live, and so I accepted a job in a Porno movie. The lead man was black."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm very sorry," said the midwife, "that's really none of my business and I'm sorry that I have to ask you these awkward questions but I must also tell you that the baby has blonde hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well yes," the girl again replied, "you see I desperately needed the money and there was this Swedish guy also involved in the movie, what else could I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry," the midwife repeated, "that's really none of my business and I hate to pry further but your baby has slanted eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well yes," continued the girl, "I was incredibly hard up and there was a little Chinese man also in the movie, I really had no choice." At this the midwife again apologized, collected the baby and presented her to the girl, who immediately proceeded to give baby a slap on the bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby started crying and the mother exclaimed, "Well thank god for that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" said the midwife, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the girl extremely relieved, "I had this horrible feeling that it was going to bark."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116340456915198472?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116340456915198472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116340456915198472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340456915198472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340456915198472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/young-lady-in-maternity-ward-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116340404619000168</id><published>2006-11-13T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:47:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When u feel lonely and alone &amp; cannot see any one around you,&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to be fading away,&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll take u to an eye specialist !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If marriages are made in heaven , then what are made in Hell?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : the days after marriage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Marriage ceremony why  are you made to sit on the horse ?&lt;br /&gt;You are given your last chance to run away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close ur eyes and think of urself for 10 seconds......&lt;br /&gt;Open ur eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Now you will realize that u have wasted 10 sec in thinking of a Fool..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote ur name on the sands.............&lt;br /&gt;It got washed away,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote ur name in air..........................&lt;br /&gt;It got blown away,&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote ur name in my heart.............&lt;br /&gt;I got a HEART ATTACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is like a CIGAR&lt;br /&gt;It starts with a fire.....&lt;br /&gt;Continues with smoke.....and ends in&lt;br /&gt;Ashes...&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry - we are chain smokers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur smile can be compared to a flower&lt;br /&gt;Ur voice can be compared to a cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;Ur innocence to a child&lt;br /&gt;But in stupidity&lt;br /&gt;U have no comparison&lt;br /&gt;U r the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is like a pillow&lt;br /&gt;U can hug when u r in trouble&lt;br /&gt;U can cry on when u r in pain &amp; u can embrace when u r happy&lt;br /&gt;So when u need true love&lt;br /&gt;Spend Rs.50/-Buy a pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend, &lt;br /&gt;When I ask u flower,&lt;br /&gt;U give me bouquet&lt;br /&gt;When I ask u a stone&lt;br /&gt;U give me a statue&lt;br /&gt;When I ask u a feather&lt;br /&gt;U give me peacock &lt;br /&gt;ARE U REALLY DEAF ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had VODKA with WATER&lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;I had WHISKY with WATER&lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;I had RUM with WATER&lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'LL NEVER DRINK water....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I call u;&lt;br /&gt;1 ring means I'm thinking of u;&lt;br /&gt;2 ring means I like u;&lt;br /&gt;3 means I miss u;&lt;br /&gt;4 means .........pick d phone idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : four beautiful ladies r walking on the road. Change it to Exclamatory sentence ... Student : WOW ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human brain is most outstanding thing.......&lt;br /&gt;It functions 24hrs 365 days.....&lt;br /&gt;It functions right from the time u r Born....&lt;br /&gt;Until you fall in love  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE - is a language of love&lt;br /&gt;SMILE - is a source to win hearts...S&lt;br /&gt;MILE - creates greatness in ur personality&lt;br /&gt;SO.... Brush ur Teeth today onwards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cigarette shortens your life by 2 min..&lt;br /&gt;A beer shortens your life by 4 min..&lt;br /&gt;A working day shortens your life by 8 hours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Teacher : From where to where did the mughals rule ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : sir, I am not sure but think from page 15 to 26 sir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : U failure ! @ ur age Bill gates stood first in the class&lt;br /&gt;Student : Mind u, Sir, but @ ur age Hitler had commited suicide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116340404619000168?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116340404619000168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116340404619000168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340404619000168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340404619000168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-u-feel-lonely-and-alone-4-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116340335454815062</id><published>2006-11-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:35:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all daylong.No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guiltAnd sense of betrayal were overwhelming.But every now and then he'd hear an internal reassuring voice in hisHead that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the firstmedical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back toReality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a vet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116340335454815062?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116340335454815062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116340335454815062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340335454815062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340335454815062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/doctor-dave-had-slept-with-one-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116340320815095900</id><published>2006-11-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:33:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"  "Yep," the wife replied, "In-laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time." The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.......... "HEBREWS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116340320815095900?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116340320815095900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116340320815095900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340320815095900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340320815095900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/wife-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116340245594112333</id><published>2006-11-13T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:20:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAYS TO TURN DOWN UNWANTED MEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Actually I'd rather have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : How did you get to be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I must've been given your share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Will you go out with me this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your face must have turned a few heads.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : And your face must have turned a few stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Go on ,don't be shy. Ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Okay, get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : I think I could make you very happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : What would you say if I asked you to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Can I have your name?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Don't you already have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Shall we go see a movie?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I've already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Haven't I seen you some place before?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116340245594112333?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116340245594112333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116340245594112333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340245594112333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116340245594112333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/ways-to-turn-down-unwanted-men-he-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116316652855093553</id><published>2006-11-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:15:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OP'S FINALLY OVER. BLEAH NO COMMENTS ON THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY THIS IS AN INTERESTING APPLE. SMALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image001st6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/1569/image001st6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image002kr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/510/image002kr6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT'S MY STICKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JESSICA IS SO SWEET! SHE DID A SMALL GIFT FOR US! To encourage us for the OP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image018po6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8316/image018po6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image016do0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/5305/image016do0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image017pc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/9295/image017pc3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JESSICA! LOL! ANYWAY in case you guys forget who is jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image198hi1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/192/image198hi1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND VERON AND YONGKIAN LOVE THE CLIP TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image004tr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/6564/image004tr6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image005fe8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/1600/image005fe8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY AFTER OP, WE, NIGEL,KOK,VERON,MELISSA,YONGKIAN AND MINDY WENT TO COMPASSPOINT FOR SAKAE! WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image006lq6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/6946/image006lq6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YONGKIAN'S FAVOURITE SUSHI! AND HE TOOK 6 PLATES IN A GO. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image007gu4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/3953/image007gu4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image008yt9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/170/image008yt9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image009gj2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/8171/image009gj2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image010mo8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/2886/image010mo8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN OUR SINFUL FRIED FOOD REACHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image011js7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7720/image011js7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIED EBI HANDROLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image013qw3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/8959/image013qw3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNAGI :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN WE GOT BORED SO WE STARTED PLAYING THE NUMBER GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image014pf6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7003/image014pf6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERON GOT THREE TIMES! I GOT TWO. BADLUCK! AND THIS IS WHAT SHE HAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI+TOFU+HIDDEN WASABI.... = YUMMY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img244.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image015ee7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/5163/image015ee7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY WE EAT WATERMELON AND SOME STUPID YUCKY ICE CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;but i have bad mood now. nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116316652855093553?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116316652855093553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116316652855093553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116316652855093553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116316652855093553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/ops-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116306608370695036</id><published>2006-11-09T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:39:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow i've never knew that modelling companies have gone online to search for people. I was approached once at the Orchard MRT station by some dumb dumb company la. AND GUESS WHAT! I GOT A FRIENDSTER mail! FROM M5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=27406809"&gt;M-Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=27406809"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/my.php?image=37970052234342lja9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/1249/37970052234342lja9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: localDateTimewithTimezone("11/8/2006 9:31 PM","timetag1","AU");&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 9 November, 2006 1:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! We are presently searching for new faces and talents to be groomed as our inhouse artistes and/or models in year 2006/2007. Just felt that you are potential and photogenic, and wonder if you are interested to become part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We had done quite a number of TVCs, Prints, Magazines, Performances and Fashion Shows in year 2006. And now it time for us to recruit in new members into our group.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may visit our website at &lt;a onmouseover="window.status=makeCompleteURL('www.m5concept.com');return true" onclick="window.open('/redirect.cgi?b='+b64_srckey+'&amp;u='+escape(makeCompleteURL('www.m5concept.com')), '_blank');return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true" href="http://www.m5concept.com/"&gt;http://www.m5concept.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more information or leave us your number so that we can arrange an appointment with you to come down to our office for further discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks and regards&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha you bet i'm happy when i see this mail. Yeah yeah i'm haolian-ing. BLEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is grey and it had been raining crocodiles and monkeys just now. The field across the street somemore got some siao siao malay boys crazily playing soccer in the rain sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WOKE ME UP! I WAS HAVING MY BEAUTIFUL NAP DAMMIT. THEIR ROOARRSS AND SCREAMS. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;Traaaalala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116306608370695036?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116306608370695036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116306608370695036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116306608370695036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116306608370695036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-ive-never-knew-that-modelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116300468198051042</id><published>2006-11-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:51:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i have a hard time believing and trusting people these days. OH DEAR WHAT HAPPEN TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES. Recently i have this burgeoning paradigm of thinking that most people are hiding behind a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the way i have become pretty paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be good that i do not trust peopel that easily, because the possibility of me getting cheated lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HATE BEING PARANOID. You are cautious yet thinking too much at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET IT. TRUST NEEDS TIME TO BUILD UP ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116300468198051042?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116300468198051042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116300468198051042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116300468198051042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116300468198051042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-have-hard-time-believing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116300113811036643</id><published>2006-11-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:52:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROJECT RUNWAY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the other show i'm crazy over now is America's next top model. Yeah i know i'm bitchy. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for SIX HOURS OF KBOXING. YES. SIX. SIXS SIXSIXSIXISXISXSIXS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I'm like so happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's MAUREEN AND WENQI Whom i kbox with. EVEN BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS' THEY ARE MY BESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT K KAKIS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET i had a good load of time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better. I spend a total of $10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IT OR NOT. I CANT BELIEVE IT MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SIX HOURS OF NON STOP KBOXING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10.30!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet the one who's blogging this entry almost went crazy. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116300113811036643?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116300113811036643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116300113811036643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116300113811036643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116300113811036643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/project-runway-rocks-well-other-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116288902468667614</id><published>2006-11-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:43:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stayed home for the whole day. Accompany my mummy neh! I'm so guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now i went out to run some errands and buy food for her. Waahahah. GUAI neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book call kite runner. Yups it's a nice book. Better than that pysco killer book that i read previously. THAT WAS HORRID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must deceive myself to study! YUPS! Since i have nothing to do these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to go for work like koksiang, so it's wiser to spend my time on things worth investing now. WHICH IS MY STUDIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can go out for KBOX TML! WHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ultimate K KAKIS MAO AND WEN. BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some shopping too. AND PERHAPS I'LL GO FOR SOME MOVIE-INGSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my poly friends of course. The j2 are busy mugging you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBOX! KBOX! KBOX! KBOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116288902468667614?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116288902468667614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116288902468667614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116288902468667614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116288902468667614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-stayed-home-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116280666534285783</id><published>2006-11-06T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:51:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking bored now. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment i thought my handphone is spoilt. Then i off and re-on it, and YEAH it functions again. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed ade that i'm not going to see her for dinner tonight. Not feeling great. I feels like sleeping but not quite wanna go sleep. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped gunbound for a while. Siane-ed. Now i have got nothing to do. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog also become very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH I shall blog about that time when i had an encounter with a PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total pervert okay. And i pressume that he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at bugis with my cousin maggie. We were on a shopping spree you see. So then we went to the neoprint there and wanna take neoprint lar, and before that i went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of the urinals and do what i want to do la, which is to pee. And two urinals away was a uncle, age around 40+. So at first i thought like everything is okay. AND THEN i realised that that uncle was actually fondling with his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his dick was obviously erected. AND WHEN HE SAW THAT I FOUND OUT ABOUT WHAT HE WAS DOING HE GAVE ME A DISGUSTING STARE + GRIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO I STOOD NEARER TO THE URINAL AND HE SO VERY LECHEROUSLY LOOKED OVER, LIKE "HEY LET ME SEE YOURS LEH..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAINTS. FCUK OFF MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I FASTER finish with my stuff and walked off to the wash hands there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought i escaped, i looked into the mirror while washing my hands and saw him coming out and appoaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget that "hey boy boy i'm coming, don't be scare la..." look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET. I RUSHED FOR THE DOOR AND RAN ALONG THE CORRIDOR TO QUICKLY MEET MY COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HE followed out but by then i was out of sight already. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross pervert uncle. SMACK HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116280666534285783?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116280666534285783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116280666534285783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116280666534285783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116280666534285783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-freaking-bored-now.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-116274186436892035</id><published>2006-11-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:51:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success is getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is wanting what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness is losing what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic is losing what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love FULLHOUSE and i fell in love with the song I think I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel&lt;br /&gt;Where are you heading to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116274186436892035?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785495.post-116253653991358150</id><published>2006-11-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:48:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Chinese As is over! Yeahs. Well i think i did relatively okay, cos' the paper is like much more okay then the promos one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the compo is not about sad things, cos' i'm super good at making the marker feel sorry and sad. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had the long-time-never-touch LJS! FATTENING I MUST SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how hard i worked yesterday during my squash session. ARGH. And i'm just so into exercising to mould myself into a better figure these days. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think there're many things in life that i can't get control over. Too bad for me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control people, what they think, what they say, how they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever then. I shall not worry about things that I can't change. Waste of energy and time. And the more i care about it the happier those people get behind my back. So i conclude that ignorance can play a big role in some situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one loves to lose, no one wants to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone acts upon their self interest, everyone wants the best for themselves. It's normal i guess, for everyone to be selfish once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the biggest problem lies in one's own self instead of the other party. BUT one just blame and blame. Well, sometimes it's difficult to pull some people out of their pit, or to switch their perception of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall conclude that girls are weird. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys are even weirder? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys do not 'say it', it just doesn't mean that they do not care. Well sometimes it's really like that but most of the time it's not. Guys think that it is understood, so there is no need of saying it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like audio animals? They need to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND since guys like porn then guys will be visual animals. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;off to GB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116253653991358150?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116253653991358150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116253653991358150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116253653991358150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116253653991358150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-chinese-as-is-over-yeahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116247459673213847</id><published>2006-11-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:36:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend. Sorry to say but i have filtered you out of the list. What's wrong with that. Nothing wrong with that. Too bad. Before you judge me why not you look at yourself. What does it mean to you when you call someone your friend. You so do not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too. btw the above text is not for you. it's for a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116247459673213847?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116247459673213847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116247459673213847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116247459673213847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116247459673213847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116238502819257770</id><published>2006-11-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:48:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HMMM... let me organise what i wanna say first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST UP. CHINESE A LEVEL'S UP THIS FRIDAY! AND OP'S UP NEXT FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHSSSS! AND here i am, blogging instead of mugging my chinese. Well i do want to get an A, and i believe that people believe that i will get an A. SO YUPS, AFTER BLOGGING, i'll jolly well retreat into my cozy bedroom and sleep. I MEAN STUDY. OPPPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next! DEATHNOTE. NICE DEATHNOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with SHING AND BEAR after the long long PW session! But today is someday worth celebrating for cos my group's OP pass liao! Finally! The background and everything okay. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN BETTER. Thankfully DeathNote did not disappoint me in any way. Brillant! I heard it's ending this friday, so those of you who have not watch it YET, YOU MUST CATCH IT. IT'S A MUST WATCH. I RECOMMEND SURE NICE ONE LAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE's second follow up that will be coming up in Nov. That's what i heard from Justin. YEAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, mum is coming home tomorrow! Yeah! My phone is coming back tomorrow too! ROARSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i went to the YCK squash courts today after the movie alone to check out the place. HAHAHAH! Yeah, it's my first time there! Cant believe it right. Me being such a big squash fan. Player too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I just so happen to meet NYJ's coach there. HAHA, and me and him started chatting. Both of us are rather surprised to see each other there also. He's coaching some guy there actaully. Then, he told me that this saturday there will be a competition, NYJC vs NYP. And he invited me to join them play! I was like totally shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'm not in squash anymore already. Secondly he doesn't even know me well, as in how well i play and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just weird, how can i just go in and join them like that right. It's gonna be like so paiseh? But it's like a good chance leh, HIAK HIAK HIAK.... Don't know lar, but it's been a long long time since i last played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM, tomorrow i booked a TWO HOUR slot there. WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FREAK. I'm be practising all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i got a squash kaki!! SOME ONE GOOD though... lol... So we can improve together ma. But well i'm quite scare for tomorrow. What if there's many people there, and i'm like so lonely playing alone. ARGH! Unless i played well tomorrow, i hope there better not be people watching me play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT. I'LL REPLACE YOUR EYE BALL WITH MY SQUASH BALL. SMACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;LALALA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116238502819257770?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116238502819257770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116238502819257770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116238502819257770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116238502819257770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116230457429082817</id><published>2006-10-31T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:22:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone went to the hospital and will be discharged on thurs. So till then, i will be uncontactable. Get it? Oh, what happened to my phone. Well it had something like brain damage due to frequent banging against hard objects. I told it to behave itself already! But it's too playful. So yea, this time's crisis shall teach it a lesson! But i'll miss it my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the gym! But i hate to know that my butt is too flat. Girls like cute butts you see. Nvm, i shall work on it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116230457429082817?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116230457429082817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116230457429082817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116230457429082817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116230457429082817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-phone-went-to-hospital-and-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116221667810445986</id><published>2006-10-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:57:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good news! My phone is spoilt. And i am so happy. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self hypotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mood bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO DO NOT appreciate childish people who uses stupid terms such as muiii, uuuiii, boii or whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how they can come up with such disgusting CB words! Yups, CB PEOPLE USE CB WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pure disgust. GROSS. Grow up man. GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be so throw-face if some ang mo or whoever find out that some singaporean teenagers type, write or even speak in such a way. FCUK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially LOATH, DISPISE, LOOK DOWN, SCORN, ABHOR, SNEER,DISDAIN, CONTEMN SPURN, DETEST, SICKENED BY, FEEL DISGUEST FOR those ah lian and ah beng. EEEEEWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WORD. LOW CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lau those gangsters in America are like so much more 'high class'. At least they got their style. The gangsters in Singapore aka Ah Beng and Ah Lian act style ACT CUTE act whatever shit never mind, but they STILL look so SORRY. UGLY AND SO NO CLASS. &lt;em&gt;*SMACK HEAD*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You think now it's still those Hong Kong gangster days?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH NO MOOD TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO THE TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116221667810445986?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116221667810445986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116221667810445986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116221667810445986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116221667810445986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-news-my-phone-is-spoilt.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116212757213784755</id><published>2006-10-29T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:01:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Korean/Korea craze! I know I am a little bit slow that I am just about to watch Full House recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me explain!!! The Koong vcd has yet reach my house, so i simply need to watch another show first, and that is Full House!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong is still at my cousin's house, so yeah... Nevertheless Full House is a nice show too. I super love the songs lar. Yeah, you would show that i'm slow along.... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many forms of courage can i come up with. Recently i was reading this book which is about this pyscho murderer who go around killing people who have phobia. He 'feeds' his victims' fear, get it? So he will go scaring his victims and torturing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first one shall be the courage to overcome your phobia? Huanting ones okay. Do you know that phobia like phobia for masks can lead to the person going into a fit or fainting upon seeing one? I read it off that book one. Having phobia can be actually considered to be a medical condition. There's even a phobia for clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The courage of speaking up? For instance, confession, admitting mistakes, saying the truth. Well i think one which i must applaude for is the confession of a homosexual. What great pressure it is that he or she is facing to admit, or rather, to 'come out'. In the first place, trying to digest the fact that one is not straight is already a great feat. Then the aftermath of facing the rest of the people, the rest of the world.... That takes good load of courage i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The courage to do evil. I think perhaps just a lie out of the mouth needs courage for some. Well it will depend of what kind of lie that is too. Or rather, it is the thought of the consequences that may come along that leads to fear arising inside of the person. Thus, it is not that easy to do evil afterall, because it will eventually lead to facing the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well what else after doing evil? To do good of course! I do not understand why but in today's society, doing good has turned out to be something so unnatural that people feel it a norm to ignore those in need. The stares you get when you help someone. LOL. Well people may be thinking "wow what a nice boy", but the stares are just weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Next shall be the courage to try something dangerous, thrilling and whatsoever, or what that may incur injuries. Inline skating for example. Or chasing a robber? Stealing, scuba diving, sky diving yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The courage to face people, be it a ten thousand audience, your principal, or even a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The courage to love.&lt;br /&gt;8. The couarge to hate.&lt;br /&gt;9. The courage to cry.&lt;br /&gt;10. The couarge to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other idea you can tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116212757213784755?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116212757213784755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116212757213784755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116212757213784755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116212757213784755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/koreankorea-craze-i-know-i-am-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116210573026714611</id><published>2006-10-29T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:08:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! I finally got something to rant and rave about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look through my MSN list and i look at my friendster. ROLL EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TELLS ME how pathetic my life was in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i guess everyone just have to go through this period of time of 'growing up' or 'finding thy identity'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember in secondary school, how it is important to be POPULAR, and be well-known and well-liked among the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately chewting's face poped up in my mind and i nearly screamed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubts i take her as the most popular person in school at the point of time. Every corner she turned in school she would meet someone she knows and the number of cliques that she had to 'attend' to during recess was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IN THE PAST, I used to be envious of her because of the 'vast amount' of friends that she has. LOL. In the past, mind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's rather superficial and lame that you 'collect' as many friends as possible. For instance in friendster you add anyone that you RECOGNISE. FCUK IT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT even know that person and you decide to add him or her as friend just because the face is a familiar one in school or whatever place. Totally grossing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why do i have that disgusting conception that having many friends makes me 'look better'. Perhaps i was trying to prove the equation, i have many friends = I am popular = I am likable = Dammit you better like me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL perhaps in the past having many 'friends' give me a sense of security? Perhaps having these many virtual friends give me the who-i-am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people who i do not even talk to before tried to add me as friend recently. Well some granted their wish some i rejeceted, depending on my mood - whether to be merciful or not. LOL! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when people get my msn and then have a conversation with me that goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx: hi i saw your friendster and get your hotmail frm there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:(thinking: omg i how the fcuk he gets it, i didn't even display it out) oh okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: fine... so what can i do for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx: nothing, i just wanna say hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okay... hi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCUK! WHAT THE FUCK FUCK FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i was so pissed that i blocked and delete that person. WHAT SUPERFICIAL FUCK UP BITCH CB KIA IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my msn to just to say hi to me! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! HI HI HI HI HI! HI! AND FUCKING CB BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll eyes. Why not you say hi to the wall, bang it, and say hi again, and bang it, and continue this freaking interesting cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i DO NOT entertain such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my msn list i was like so itchy hands to delete those people that i do not really talk to or are not really my friends.... well i shall do that later~ YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you simply add me in friendster, it is still forgivable. BUT IF YOU somemore WITHOUT MYYYYYYYY FREAKING PERMISSION GET MY MSN AND ADD ME, THEN I'll have to do a voodoo curse on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA! That's in the case i know black magic. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that having many friends will never win over having a few close friends whom you know that you can depend on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing loads of people in the past might have given me the security that i needed, but when bad times strikes, it's pathetic to know that people turn their back against you when you turn to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IF you added someone who you think is good looking in your msn? Doesn't you can proudly say 'hey i'm in his list so i'm his friend! envy me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How superficial can human get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;busying eating chips and watching full house with his mum and sis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116210573026714611?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116210573026714611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116210573026714611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116210573026714611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116210573026714611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-finally-got-something-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116210042514769676</id><published>2006-10-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:40:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit, now that God-Knows-Who guy/girl is not tagging anymore... Sian ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is like dots! Because i stayed home and i stayed home and rot... But there's nothing wrong with staying home during weekends though.... hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i treat it as sabbath-ing ba. I sleep horribly long these days too! Like at least 11 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay okay, today's gonna be study day! STUDY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it switched back to the foggy mode already, i look out of the window and i'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i'm like so dull these days. Go read xiaxue's blog! Totally cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116210042514769676?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116210042514769676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116210042514769676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116210042514769676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116210042514769676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/shit-now-that-god-knows-who-guygirl-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116202061720354268</id><published>2006-10-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:30:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna be a lonely day today! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rain now! It's cloudy and grey already. Muahaha! When i woke up it's pretty sunny so i went for some basketballing. Alone. Ha.... At least i got tanned a little. Bleahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some studying i suppose, Chinese is next friday! Then got bio tutorial, same goes for chem and maths. Faints.... Econs's is coming also... and got pw to juggle with... Sian ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116202061720354268?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116202061720354268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116202061720354268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116202061720354268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116202061720354268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-gonna-be-lonely-day-today-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116196579764201177</id><published>2006-10-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:16:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image212sr3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/7630/image212sr3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dead funny, live entertainment just around the corner of my neighbourhood. I saw this in my sister's primary school, which is jiemin primary. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at it! ROLL EYES. HOW CAN THEY USE SUCH KIND OF ENGLISH! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS IN LAUGHTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE, YET WRONG STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead slow. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live children. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was stupid enough to ponder over what that sign really means. Till then, then i realise that what the sign is trying to convey is that, the children are living things, so drive dead slowly. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, serious serious, it's actually trying to say that the children are in the compound and life is precious, so do drive extremely slowly and cautiously because you wouldn't want to hurt anyone. Your carelessness or recklessness may cost someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short ---&gt; Dead Slow Live Children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went to watch prestige with dan and it's a pretty interesting movie. Extremely clever schemes and evil plots, twists and turns in the story. Brillant! Vivocity is just as packed, though i think weekend would be MUCH worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Though i slept for 12 hours for the previous sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116196579764201177?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116196579764201177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116196579764201177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116196579764201177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116196579764201177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/img-altfree-image-hosting-at-dead-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116196273741948598</id><published>2006-10-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:25:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much that person who spamed my tagboard! Thank you! You have done a remarkable job of amusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks for replying, so that my readers get to witness this online VIRTUAL quarrel happening between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to your reply, i must say that the two points brought up really DO NOT link? LOL. LAUGHSSS. What does 'having a brain to infer' got to do with 'saying people idiot or whatever shit'? Enlighten me anyone? 'Cos i'm too stupid to find that link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! (Pardon me cos it's too amusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why are you the-one-who-do-not-want-us-to-know-who-you-are SO ALL-OVER that 'me-calling-xx-retard/slow' issue? I suppose you must be slow and retard also? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS IN LAUGHTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i do NOT have to be politically right all the time that even in my blog i cant fcuking scold and condemn someone right. Ha. I live in my own world and share my world with my friends and my friends share theirs with me. YOU the-one-who......you-are, i suppose you do NOT belong to my world, in another words, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of my friends (Hey can i ask you a question? are you my friend, by any chance?), i believe you would have had the guts to put your name on the tag board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your mysterious identity does stir curiosity and interest in me and my readers you know. Ha, so remaining as a coward does serve some purpose of entertainment. Ha, sorry, i shouldnt be encouraging you to be one. Opppss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i do advice you to get back into your own world; your own life, unless you happen to be one of my friends. By now you might have been considering whether you want to continue to be my friend (if you happen to be one). LOL. Since i'm like so mean to you online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are just a stranger/passer-by, then why bother to kick in into my blog? I really wanna know the answer to this question You too nothing-to-do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i believe that none of my friends are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HIP HIP HOORAYS FOR ALL MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;amused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116196273741948598?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116196273741948598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116196273741948598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116196273741948598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116196273741948598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-laugh-thank-you-so-much-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116188379299988358</id><published>2006-10-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:29:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great, some idiot tagged my blog! YEAHS AND HOORAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was IMMEDIATELY disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No name no nothing and you spam people's blog's tagboard? WTS man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, looking at the good side, i never knew that my blog is so interesting that that person reads much of my posts. Thanks for letting me know that yea? ROLL EYES. Thanks for your kind support and do stay tune closely to my blog in the future okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pin point me however you like, because I will NOT take any of your advices or whatever shit. I know myself better than you do and my FRIENDS know me better than you do. Unless you are my mum who secretly tag my tagboard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm arrogant and i do think highly of myself. Any problem with that? Even if my self esteem is way too high, so what? NON OF YOUR BUSINESS. Yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ignorant. Ya, no need you to say. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly you DO NOT know who am i bitching and scolding about, you do not know what happen, and you do not know the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, you are nothing. I'm sure you are so going to check my blog again to see my reply to you. Here's your reply. NAH. YOU are nothing to me, nothing in my eyes and nothing in my life. You didn't even bother to leave your name for goodness sake. I was like WTF when i see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing it the way my principal does. Complain letter or whatever shit letter, no name, no class written, belongs to the BIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME on lar, what's the great deal of letting ME (i suppose someone you care about since you tagged so fcuking much on MY tagboard; spam) know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think you are also not one of my close friends or something. If my friends got something really bursting to tell me, i think they will probably sms me or talk to me, instead of leaving these meaningless strings of "ADVICES" on my tagboard. Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than me thinking, why not you think? LEAVE A NAME FAGGOT. Your real name i must say... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a meanie and i'm the evil twin (dan's the other angelic twin). So are you gonna be sailormoon and come boom my house? I'm waiting for you nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116188379299988358?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116188379299988358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116188379299988358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116188379299988358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116188379299988358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-some-idiot-tagged-my-blog-yeahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116179644895794637</id><published>2006-10-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:23:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How should i start.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in life, friends are the most important group of people other than your family. But i thought, how foolish it is to put your friends above your family for some pathetic people. Do you think that friends are really that trustworthy and reliable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for a friend then? Your best friend i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, recently i was pretty disappointed with some people whom i think not pointing out may do less damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand and i really do. People change. People come and people go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT YOU. I'll never expect that one day it might be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe and choose not to think otherwise, but as the days went, my trust for you just tumbled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it but i can and do read people. Read people as in READ. Unless you are some cunning fox or someone with split personalities, after some intereactions and days of being together, with the help Of perhaps some horoscope stuffs, i can easily judge/guage you and read your movements and speech bla bla, just any form of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's just a skill, perhaps a talent i guess? For hypocrite maybe it's another case already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.... these days i have realised, in actual fact, since long ago i had been noticing and observing your wayward behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to you switching friends, i suppose i do not have a say. Even though we may be best friends aka besties, but now, i do not even know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny thing you know. In the past, I ve got this friend wenting. Me and her are like best friends in st johns(sec sch) lar. But before we became this good, we are like loggerheads; friends lar, but just like to quarrel lar. So there's one time she and i were quarreling, then she said the most hurting thing that i can ever in my whole life expect it from  friend. You bet i was tramautised totally alright. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel, "Ya, you ve got your this new friend(whoever, i forgot already), then you can forget about me and neglect already lar!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenting, "AM I PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOU?" (With that fierce look and giving that "you are nothing in my heart and i don't give a damn shit about you. You are nothing to me." kinda look/attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point i was really shocked and truly and deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with this memory, i often ask myself whether we (friends regardless who and who) actually own each other anything. And i was afraid to ask too much of someone, because i'm fearful of this kind of answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i admit again that i can be quite perfectionist sometimes, thus being rather demanding, insensitive and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i dont think the person who i'm disappointed with will read this entry, because that person would be too busy with her/his new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about me this old friend right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do not have to worry that he/she happen to read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is one of our conversion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:hey you wanna go out today? watch movie or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:hmmm, movie very ex today leh, then i also need to check with those people that i'm supposed to go out with. I get back to you. No promises ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like  WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, what's with that "i need to check ...... go out with".&lt;br /&gt;Hey let me tell you what, if you really got so many people to go out with then never mind okay. Since you have SO MANY CHOICES to choose from...(ROLL eyes), just say you are NOT FREE. I'm not begging you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i must verify is that i'm not jealous or whatsoever that she/he got many people to go out with or got many people jio him/her out. I ve learnt that having many friends doesn't really mean much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing, "i'll get back to you". In the end do you think he/she get to me again? Why not you make a guess, cos' the answer is too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what's up with that "no promises ar.." I felt so insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's one word that popped in my mind, that's Priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i stand? Did you make an effort to push away the other dates to spend sometime with me? How much do you want to spend time with me then? Who else is before me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess YOU are just sick of the old buddies and want to go for the new ones since they are more "appealing" and "new".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm know because i read horoscopes, and it actually tallies.&lt;br /&gt;-Show more interest in new things and bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey readers, so do you know what happen in the end? She/he didn't go out with anyone. Tooo many to choose from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people change suddenly, it can be quite scary you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas my feelings are mixed with some disappointment, and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Well, and also the feeling of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just can be forced? You flow you flow, if you dont you dont.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i've learnt that sometimes i tried too hard, too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;you ve not seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116179644895794637?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116179644895794637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116179644895794637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116179644895794637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116179644895794637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-should-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116160664514634817</id><published>2006-10-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:30:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my basketball is deflated so i cant even go downstairs to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think that SINGAPORE's chinese comedy shows are FUCKING LAME AND SHITASS NOT FUNNY. Low class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored bored bored bored. I wonder where's the gb people. They are freaking not online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116160664514634817?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116160664514634817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116160664514634817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116160664514634817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116160664514634817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116160451040398741</id><published>2006-10-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:55:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's holiday! But i do not have any steady plans yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah stupid ade haven confirm with me the stuffs regarding sentosa. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate xx becase he likes to drag stuffs. And NAG. Freak his fucking mouth. Even if his world is slow or HIS MIND IS SLOW, he DOES not have to make everyone else's world SLOW AND RETARD as well. Yeah, Retard's the right word. Waste my time. Totally. Roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he act fuels my dislike for him more. He's totally ACT and childish. Fake. Totally not funny and so NOT GOING to be funny or lovable when he tries to. Freak him. He's a nice person but just freaking too irritating. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who waste my time. Fuck off retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116160451040398741?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116160451040398741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116160451040398741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116160451040398741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116160451040398741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrows-holiday-but-i-do-not-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116153300664379500</id><published>2006-10-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:03:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's a bad enough start for the day. Went to t***** with dan and had one of my most horrifying experience. The people were nice and all but it just sucks lar. Bad bad experience. If i'm a newcomer or something i'll surely swear that i'll NEVERRRRRRRRRR step into a church ever again. Freaking *toot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just the wrong place lar, fine fine. I just pray that i'll forget about this tramautising experience. TRAMAUTISING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after we leave that place we go back to dan house to play com a little then i leave to meet up with the choir people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, after the frezzing practice i went to ah ma house to have dinner! Freaking long never go there, then all my aunties there! yeah... including my cute little cousin's son! I shall blog his pic here next time okay? Promise! He's freaking cute! He's very shuai too. HO HO HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother who is my about 20 year old cousin said that i look more and more ang mo. LOL! Yeah yeah ang mo ang mo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father side recently very happening.... got THREE BABIES BORN... NO... FOUR.... THEN GOT LIKE THREEE OF MY cousins got married? Then got one or two more to come still! I'm uncle of like Seven babies already... hahah.... Yeah.. many of my cousins marry young ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Tomorrow tomorrow... Ms lee not coming to school! Sad! Her back got problem i think.... Oh mann......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went to gym with yinmei on saturday noon lar, heng heng not very crowded. And yeah... i'm sure some of the guys there are gays, because that freaking look of "hey i'm delicious so look at me as i lift the weights" from them. You bet I did tons of eye rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like... SEE WHAT SEE... Do your own stuff can! Yeah... now gays are those macho macho bluffed up people, thinking that they can hook up some people with their body. ROLL EYES. They loves to give those flirtacious flick of the eye / stare / grin. Yinmei loves it so give it to her can! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh don kill me meimei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD TO SAY TO THEM, "Well if YOU wanna look better, a plastic surgery on your face will work better than 200 gyming in a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah i know i'm nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's once i was at S11 kopitiam then there's this table of three guys around 20 30 like that. Then one of the guys gave these freaking stares at me, ocassionally with that freaking grin on his face, while i was standing there waiting for myfriend louis to ta bao food. Tramautising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet i rolled eyes at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there's this group of ma**y guys i met on the train. I was on my way home that night, then i got myself a seat. And this group of guys are laughing and talking like freaking nobody's business while sitting at those intersections between the cabins there. You get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they are freaking noisy and there're even OCCASINAL SHRIEKINGS AND SCREAMINGS. You bet they are those feminine type. They are behaving at like noisy group of bitchy drags. Then when anyone of them alights at a particular station, you will be amaze how he catwalked out and how the other group members sluttishly waved goodbye. (i think i should watch my language cos they got nastier as i go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "hey i know you are a group of promiscuous and flamboyant gays but you DO NOT have to PROCLAIM it. Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with my mp3 plugged deep into my ears i can still hear the heavy fractuations of noise. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i HATE PEOPLE WITH RED HAIR. RED hair is like so beng and not style and GROSS AND PUNCH-OWNING. (I thank God kok is black haired now) Freaking gross. Just stick to brown can. Bleach it or whatwhatever. Red is so ou lu and auntie plus low class and OUT OF FASHION. ESPECIALLY GUYS! WAKE THE FREAKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN MEAN MEAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE let's go to somethign less evil. I've gone to VIVOCITY THIS SATURADAY NIGHT! VIVO YEA VIVO YEA VIVO YEA VIVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S freaking BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. I MEAN BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still like the place. It's freaking crowded too. Freak it. Yeah i hate crowds, but vivo is like so happening so i'll like it no matter what. It's the MOST POPULAR PLACE TO VISIT SINCE IT'S NEW. FAMILIES GO THERE LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS LAR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that VIVO is SOOOO A GOOD PLACE TO FIND WORK. Freak it but yeah!! YEAH! WORK WORK WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! AT FIRST i was like thinking of TOYS  'R' US! (The toy got S or dun have?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so fun lar! Then can bully the kids too. SINCE I hate kids. MUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall act like i'm a kid loving person when the person interview me then when i get the work i'll try to trip the fallible dumb dumb kids and snatch the toys away from them. MUAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PURELY KIDDING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's seriously something wrong with me these days. Ever since i met my cousin's son at my another cousin's wedding, i love playing with kids. Or shall i say  baby? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES LIKE SO PURE CUTENESS. THEY ARE STUPID BUT THEY ARE CLEVER AND GIVE YOU SURPRISES AT the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right. Yeah, so any babe wanna have babies with me? I mean BABESSSSSS. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet! my cousin's baby loves me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with caucasians these days too... wahaa!  I love them cos most of them are hot babess. Blond? Even better! WAHAHAHHA~ MUAHAHAH~ BUAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more i'm ang mo looking these days (gene start to change?),  so perhaps can hook a ang mo za bo peng you siaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO! IN my dreams.... but also nice... ang mo za bo peng you... sound so ZAI lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;blond people fetish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116153300664379500?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116153300664379500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116153300664379500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116153300664379500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116153300664379500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-its-bad-enough-start-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116135870369715073</id><published>2006-10-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:38:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well recently there's this gunbound craze going on in my class. GUNBOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last play it was like 3 years ago? When i'm sec 2! And i remember that because of Gunbound i failed a total of 5 out of 8 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! So i downloaded it and played. Ha.... give me that "feels like yesterday" kinda feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was like so SHOCKED when he knew that i play gunbound. Well, i was like "who dont!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching the SHE drama on vcd too! Zhen Ming Tian Nu. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm slow la. But i last time never catch that show ma... wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml i'm like totally free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday got choir! Can you believe it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway choir is doing CHRISTMAS CAROLS NOW! (did i spell it correctly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.... Christmas is like my FAV festival in the entire year.... Whahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song is LET IT SNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, ah jas and shing may be joining choir too! That's gonna be great. Then we can sing together liao. Royalites unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday gonna have another OP rehearsal, tues holiday, wed OP again, thurs release of results, fri holiday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luan ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we plan to have a class sports day thingy on wed, after OP. Yeahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Daddy please give us good weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's very seldom for my class to be together. Well i admit that we lacked some unity, but i still love it anyway. Ha. YEAHH SO CAN PLAY AMONG THE CLASS this coming wed. LOOKing forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116135870369715073?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116135870369715073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116135870369715073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116135870369715073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116135870369715073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-recently-theres-this-gunbound.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116134304039700088</id><published>2006-10-20T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:17:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this week is like SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking not used to it! Before we were like mugging SO FREAKING HARD, and now we are too free. Ha. I just cant jump from the extreme to the other. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! And hip hip horray for those in YJC COS PROMO ENDS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for NYJC, we actually got back our results already. HA! Next week we'll be getting back our result slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my class got one guy and two girls who will be retained. What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i know that i got promoted, but i just DO NOT like the feeling of saying goodbye. Well they are classmates for like 9+ months okay.... SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that perhaps we the rest of the class can help in the appeal for our classmates that will be retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i shall suggest to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week is all about project work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the OPEN PRESENTATION THAT ALMOST DRIVED US CRAZZZZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insights and Reflection is like *roll eyes*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutor just cross everything and then say "NOT INSIGHTFUL ENOUGH"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! But i love my tutor Ms Lee! She is like the BEST TUTOR AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of the other classes' tutor are quite bo chup bo chup, or didn't go the extra mile for the students lor. Well MS LEE REALLY go the extra mile for my class lor. Well if others do not see it i see it le. At first i also take Ms Lee for granted, as in see the things that she did for us as "what she should do", but after i look at my friends pw stuffs, i see things in a diff light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though today's Oral Presentation rehearsal was tedious, tiring and quite boring at times, i enjoyed my day la. Quite fun doing the presentation actually. Then after that i finally get to do something that i've yearned for for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking long never play already? Like 6 months? Well that's really long okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. played for like an hour today. Well my skills are worse but they can be improved if i ve got more practice. Ha. I used to be the shooter, with kellie. I miss playing basket ball with kellie and her sis! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;br /&gt;going to watch tv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116134304039700088?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116134304039700088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116134304039700088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116134304039700088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116134304039700088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-this-week-is-like-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116089424186923457</id><published>2006-10-15T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:37:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told cha yesterday was my BAD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and dan are supposed to go watch little miss sunshine at cine. GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLD OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we are going to vivocity to watch, but i WAS LATE. SO cant catch it there. Shit me. So poor dan whom travelled from sengkang to harbourfront because of me would have to travel from harbourfront to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we watched another movie, The Banquet, at Shaw house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool show. Quite art art kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the 9.30 show. Initially we thought the show would be about one and a half hour, like all other movies but this movie turn to be 2 hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we are late for the last train. Oh gracious! My bad luck went to dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end no more marina train, only got jurong one left. Poor dan then have to go to amk then take cab back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lar, lucky for me that i still got train back to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the train, guess WHAT we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img132.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image153hm3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/1867/image153hm3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img82.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image154wq5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/1562/image154wq5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIGANTIC SLUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;SCREAMS*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT everyone else ignored it so we also ignored. thankfully no one got bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0136ss4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/8693/photo0136ss4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0137id0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/4238/photo0137id0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad camera plus looking shagged after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... it's hazy and i cant do outdoors. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116089424186923457?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116089424186923457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116089424186923457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116089424186923457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116089424186923457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-told-cha-yesterday-was-my-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116082160849559349</id><published>2006-10-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:26:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a BAD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i was extremely tired yet i HAD TO go to the biology talk at NTU in the morning. I have to reach school by 7.45 am latest. So i crawled out of my bed. freaking tired i don't knw why. I slept like 11+pm last night lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. Then i was slightly late. When i reach the school side gate, the people are already gathering to board the bus. We had got free shuttle ride from the school to NTU you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shagged and gloomy nigel went to the side gate, relieved that he finally reached the school. He pulled the side gate and it's LOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell! Fuck that God forsaken side gate! FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST plant a bomb to fucking blact that CB gate apart. CBCBCBCCBCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed to the ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB SCHOOL CB GATE. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. WHY IS THAT GATE LOCKED. WHAT THE SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the fucking irony is that there are members of the public inside the school, enjoying their morning exercises in the fields, basketball courts and the fitness corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah AND THE SCHOOL'S STUDENTS ARE FUCKING LOCKED OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE SCHOOL. F THAT CB MAGNET GATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully a kind soul auntie helped me open the gate before i can tear it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then frustrated and irritated and annoyed and having a fucking bad mood i walked towards the grand stand to go to level 2. I also freaking DO NOT know where the people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then i saw kok and he waved at me, telling me to go his way, towards the bio lecture halls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I RAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached, THER IS FREAKING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ONE THERE. NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YOU MUST BE THINKING - is it an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i thought i was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked around the three lecture halls there and THERE IS NO ONE THERE! NOT EVEN KOKSIANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at that point of time, i was so stirred up inside that even if a zombie appeared i'm not going to run away. I'm so going to punch it cos i'm so in BAD MOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, SO I'M ABANDONED THERE. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THANKFULLY I DIDN'T SCREAM IN FRUSTRATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by MY OWN WILL AND INTUITION, i took the stairs to the second floor to find every other people there. Freak that kok. I was so freaking mad that i went over to the clique and chided him for his irresponsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i admit that i was in the wrong for not appreciating his effort of trying to go and help me with the god damn it gate. SORRY KOK. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YA, I'M A BADIE. BELIEVE IT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DECIDED THAT I SHALL NOT BAD MOUTH FURTHER MORE BOUT KOK COS NOW WE ARE HAVING SOME SORT OF COLD WAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i can read kok like a book, so i know what's up his mind. ha i shall not tell you what so wont disclose his privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out now! to meet dan for movieeee! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ade,&lt;br /&gt;i'm having bad mood for visiting acjc. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116082160849559349?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116082160849559349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116082160849559349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116082160849559349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116082160849559349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116067132561709693</id><published>2006-10-13T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:51:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's past midnight but i'm not tired yet. I reached home today about 3 plus? then i slept till 7pm. NAP NAP. SO now i'm still up and awake. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's OPENHOUSE!!!! YEAH and im the emcee for my cca. Yup will be having a small singing session....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why jiayi is SO SUPER DUPER crazy with japanese boys these days. Ha. BUT I MUST ADMIT THAT sometimes i'm mesmorised by how good looking a guy or a girl can be. Yeah, and the jap boys that she is mad about are really cute and good looking. HA! &lt;em&gt;SLAP ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lecherous. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself having lots to blog all of a sudden. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first. SINGAPOREANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPER DUPER HATE PEOPLE WHO LEAN ON THE MRT TRAIN POLES. FREAK. AND YOU BET I'VE TAKE PICS OF THEM! YEAH I TAKE THE SHOTS LIKE OPENLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I CAN WITHOUT SPOILING MY IMAGE i would have shouted at them dun you have a backbone fucker! Cant stand on your own and need something to support you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know that you are disgustingly selfish and irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image143az4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/7771/image143az4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is FUCKING ass. I was holding somewhere higher above where his body is lying. THEN HE FREAKING lay his DIRTY SMELLY FREAKY HEAD on my hand. I faster took my hand off of course. And he fucking didnt care about it and continue leaning from head to the butt on the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img271.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image144mo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img271.imageshack.us/img271/2017/image144mo7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image993ox5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/6071/image993ox5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bet i met more. i took the train everyday to and from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tired or whatever i am i'll NEVER do that. Otherwise i'll be hating myself. ha. anyway i've found a rather interesting picture in my com. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image673vb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/3072/image673vb4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna ask "hey boy you got really got so tired? how many days never sleep liao?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that indian uncle knows i'm taking pictures ba. And he's also freaking paiseh bout that boy. hahahahha i'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image674sb0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/6265/image674sb0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatt's only one ugly thing that i hate people do. There're still somethings else okay! Yeah and the gays! i super going to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should sleep now since it's pretty late, though i only need to wake up at 8am and reach school at 9am tomorrow. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I MEET MY EC IN THE TRAIN TODAY! WAS ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL AND EC BOARDED THE TRAIN AT KAHTIB STATION AND ENTERED MY CABIN!! AHHHHHHHHHH! YEAH AND NOW I KNOW EC LIVES IN KHATIB. SOMEDAY I SHALL CARRY OUT PLAN B - STALKING. HAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116067132561709693?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116067132561709693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116067132561709693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116067132561709693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116067132561709693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-past-midnight-but-im-not-tired-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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-8785495.post-116066996206554744</id><published>2006-10-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:19:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 17% nerd. ha.... i cant post the quiz result here i dun know what. Not nerd = many things dunno. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8785495-116066996206554744?l=brokenaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116066996206554744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8785495&amp;postID=116066996206554744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116066996206554744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8785495/posts/default/116066996206554744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-17-nerd.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07221335035238607704</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></feed>
