<?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-5923210055469320016</id><updated>2012-02-17T21:44:34.513+08:00</updated><category term='Hello S.'/><category term='james'/><category term='matt'/><category term='help'/><category term='charlie simpson'/><category term='Add me'/><category term='username : mousecatz'/><title type='text'>ITS A KEN HO BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-5899242881471477175</id><published>2012-01-12T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:57:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looks like there has been a change of plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay. so if we are going to take diving we might as well take boat license right/? so heres the details for you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" class="emote_img" title=":D" style="background-position: -48px 0pt; font-family: times new roman;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Do note i'll be going no matter what so hope you can join me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" class="emote_img" title=":)" style="background-position: 0px 0pt; font-family: times new roman;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; PPCDL Course Fees (COURSE WOULD BE 2DAYS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; SAFYC Member: $235.40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; SAFRA Member / Chevron Club Member / Student / NSF: $288.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Public: $321.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; In-house Medical Examination (Optional): $15.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Theory Examination: $20.00]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Practical Examination: $50.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; License Fee: $50.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Course Duration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 2 days (Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 9.30am to 3.30pm (Theory Lessons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 3.30pm to 7.30pm (Practical Lessons) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Practical lessons fees : SAYFC Member: $100 per hour*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Additional 10% discount for participants who register during their PPCDL course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Estimated 321+15+20+50+50+x(100) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; = $456+x(100) SGD where x is the number of practical lessons u need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Here's all the details i have for diving so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; It is authorise by ITDA and NAUI (one of the best heard from my father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; According to him price is around: $500+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (net inclusive of everything from equipment rental to overseas trip.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; He was very vague about duration but its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 2-3hr theory lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 1 pool lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; oversea graduation trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; SUMMARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Cost= 456+x(100) +$500 = $956+x(100) , where x is the no. of lessons needed to pass p.test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Course of action now: Book the 2day boating course on saturday and sunday. on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5899242881471477175?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5899242881471477175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/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-5923210055469320016.post-2643184140809229953</id><published>2011-12-31T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:48:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Though the chances of anyone reading this is as low as like what 0.01%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will be avoiding my computer in the year of 2012 for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most Communication would come close to a stop so don't bother looking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guide me to walk by faith not by sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to love the world even when the world doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to choose wisdom against folly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to become the best i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;before i go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take care IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2643184140809229953?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2643184140809229953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2643184140809229953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2643184140809229953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2643184140809229953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/12/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8520862747393142413</id><published>2011-12-23T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:21:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So did you manage to lock that feeling away or is it still growing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8520862747393142413?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8520862747393142413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8520862747393142413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8520862747393142413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8520862747393142413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-9115269049008493560</id><published>2011-12-21T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:58:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When too much time becomes a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here's the thing. When you have nothing to do, you get bored and when you get bored you do stupid things which will get you into trouble. Its like how birth rate is high in the less developed countries as they have nothing to think about but reproducing ...i think hahaha. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow what am i trying to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Freedom came rushing in with the end of my last chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now instead of complaining i have no free time at all, i complain otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now the better me sees the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;whole picture which is me rotting away infront of my xbox360 and computer and says "ken, this is no go, you got to do something useful "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The other replied. "Let me be, its so much easier to laze around and enjoy. I haven't been able to enjoy for such a long time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this is what happens everyday it's like this eternal conflict in me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While few of my friends work and those who don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't seem to fancy the lives of those who work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg let me be a little boy again please. why am i even 20 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ok so anyway i decided to slowly stop my nonsense and take meaningful steps for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and where else the start but the best place, my very own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yen74NpnSsw/TvF8-PRKMVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JwYrxN2Fqnk/s1600/IMG_0120%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yen74NpnSsw/TvF8-PRKMVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JwYrxN2Fqnk/s320/IMG_0120%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688465213037883730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew something had to be done when i found myself sleeping like a stick on my bed lastnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because half of my bed was filled with random stuff .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have brought my mess from camp to my own room. welldone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its going to take a couple of days but watch out people of townsvile. i'm going to finish this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-9115269049008493560?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9115269049008493560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=9115269049008493560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9115269049008493560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9115269049008493560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-too-much-time-becomes-problem.html' title='When too much time becomes a problem.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yen74NpnSsw/TvF8-PRKMVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JwYrxN2Fqnk/s72-c/IMG_0120%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-4103223358068054848</id><published>2011-12-21T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:06:39.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A proper closure. (in the process)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And so life continues. Everything comes to an end eventually. It is only right that i give a proper closure to my recent operational ready status .It is clearly a beginning but we ought to know that something ended that very day. "1 years 10months ago they took away my pink ic , my freedom was taken away. Now my pink ic was returned and they took away the home for my brothers and i" as quoted from a friend of mine. not sure if these were the exact words but the meaning is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We started getting sentimental towards the day we ord. We knew that once everything has ended we would miss it and all our brothers and sister (joke intended) . Life back then was tough. We had bmt like any other soldier would. However unlike other NSF, we were commandos in the training . We had to start together and end together. So towards within everyone liesa special bond of hatred and love. We were tortured as a group for every single indivdual's mistake. That very fact made us accept every individual for himself . Which is why i loved the peple who befriended me. thus i thank these few people who have really played a significant role in this army journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Daniel Foo, Tan Kar Wee,Kehao, Mathew Ang and Irvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because you guys made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Soldier 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Daniel a remarkable man. A guy with friendship problem vioelence and getting use to how stirring shit happens everywhere around him. hahah. We call him our junior every now and then because he failed his airborne selection test during bmt. As such he only entered airborne in the 202 batch while me and mathew ang entered the 200th.. Because of this fact he remained a private throughout training phase till atech started. He had a raw nerve for this so wenever we felt bored this trump card never fails to be played :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We Shared fav sports, mine was frisbee his was football. We traded footwear and bed. My Sandals for his bed. We basically shared many good times together. In Brunei we slept together eating wang wang under the ground sheet in the rain. In Taiwan we slept together side by side in bunk where he found my treasures under my pillow. He was the first person whos hair was cut by me. We often squabble the lamest stuff but always get back together like how true love never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Soldier 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tan Kar Wee. Cutest guy i ever met with a strong determination to prove who he can be. He loved outfield often commenting how cool it is. Sleeping beside me in battalion block we were often tortured together by raging mosquitos. He was always easy going and NEVER failed to put other people before him, always showing love to the people he cared for. What i love most about him is that he was always the one who accompanied me without me even asking and any reason whenever i'm in the store working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4103223358068054848?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4103223358068054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4103223358068054848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4103223358068054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4103223358068054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/12/proper-closure-in-process.html' title='A proper closure. (in the process)'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-847203900300940665</id><published>2011-10-25T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:38:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver wings upon my chest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Count down to ORD . i think it should be less than 2 weeks by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thanks for making my ns life so exciting nehaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;loved the non stop action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From our first outfield in BMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to demo course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to boat course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to airbourne course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to 5 seconds stand to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to batatlion life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to non stop turn outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to brunei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to another 100outfields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to appendicitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to 1 month attend c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to taiwan for atec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to Redcon 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to all the funny things i did later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to vomit on the parade square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to ntm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to audit check (which we pass in someone's face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;we hated it then but we'll all miss it once we ord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;too bad all good things come to and end , and so do bad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;thanks for making my ns life so enlightening peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ah whatever, signing off from hougang beepbeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-847203900300940665?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/847203900300940665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=847203900300940665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/847203900300940665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/847203900300940665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/10/silver-wings-upon-my-chest.html' title='Silver wings upon my chest.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7040766631898842351</id><published>2011-07-11T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:51:53.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life starts being an ass to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i have nothing to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7040766631898842351?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7040766631898842351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7040766631898842351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7040766631898842351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7040766631898842351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-life-starts-being-ass-to-you.html' title='When life starts being an ass to you'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6451048304592292056</id><published>2011-04-27T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:27:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride to Neverland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will anyone believe me if i said i was 20 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't even feel and act like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am i the only one around afraid of growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6451048304592292056?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6451048304592292056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6451048304592292056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6451048304592292056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6451048304592292056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/04/ride-to-neverland.html' title='Ride to Neverland?'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4692470801055893303</id><published>2011-04-26T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:29:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redcon 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be watching gossip girl now but i suddenly felt like blogging so here i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was just browsing through facebook and i realise that i really miss the world out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life in camp honestly sucks especially when you have no one to share it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its so hard to find people nowadays to chat and socialise when we have all parted with our ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Overseas, army etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm definitely guilty of abandoning my friends and thinking i could live with out any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really miss you guys. Anyone wants to be my friend a&lt;/span&gt;gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4692470801055893303?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4692470801055893303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4692470801055893303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4692470801055893303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4692470801055893303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/04/redcon-1.html' title='Redcon 1'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-591053517030279841</id><published>2011-02-16T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:11:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;God has a bigger plan for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-591053517030279841?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/591053517030279841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=591053517030279841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/591053517030279841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/591053517030279841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/02/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-238293942231169150</id><published>2011-02-13T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:30:17.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're oh so sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day Peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fast backwards 1-2 yrs ago valentines day was one of the most corniest day in JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i remember posters up around school promoting sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and you will be like "hey i should get one of these"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh lets not forget how desperate we were esp after coming from an all boys school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everyone had crushes here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So those random gifts were common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How silly those days were. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I remembered how much courage was needed to actually do one of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Be it giving a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or popping a question "Will you be my valentines"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then years down the road when u meet your old buddies ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you'll laugh together with them at all the silly things you/they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But of course not all things goes the way you expect them to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rejection occurs breakup happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;whether it be then or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i guess it always happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What we always fail to understand back then was that we were too young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It isnt easy to keep a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everyone thought they knew what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in fact no one knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But lets not get into that subject or i'll never be able to finish this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now where were we..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah yes the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Best part of Valentines day would be the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(for singles) it would be the 1 times of the yr you get a good reason to confess you love for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(for couples)it could be perhaps the best time to something wild/new and interesting together nyahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;not saying that they cant do this if it isn't valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A must do in your life if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While my valentines day would be spent in camp alone with my gay buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Congratulations to my OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and good luck to him because he is going to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; propose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I totally forgot what romance is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mean on Suntec City big screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only a mad girl would reject that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now to another point which have been stuck on my head for quite a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Are singaporeans "modern" youths totally hopeless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now playing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Shes got style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;anyone care to join me? nyahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-238293942231169150?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/238293942231169150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=238293942231169150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/238293942231169150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/238293942231169150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-oh-so-sweet.html' title='you&apos;re oh so sweet.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1439552699698269609</id><published>2011-02-06T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:13:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My insanity ends here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its about time i did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First off i would like to thank my mum for teaching me that life has more meaning than what i have been doing for the past 1 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;although i would not like to thank my dad, but thank him for being the most irritating person i have ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he has done a good job of drilling moral values and disgusting habits into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thank god for giving me this family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because through them i have learnt the real meaning of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and that true love actually does exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Update with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 72km and received The Red Berret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out my injury was more than it seems to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had appendicitis on Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat,sleep,computer+shit for 1month +&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess i have to thank myself for the one thing i did get right in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cherished every moment of my life and put it into a chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recipts,tokens, gifts,cards,letters. Anything that got to do with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I opened up that very chest yesterday and i thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"what happened to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"what went wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have forgotten what its like to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was a time i believe serving national service was meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A friend of me came up to me recently and said i have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i laughed at him and said how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"you used to love being a commando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.you believed in what you were doing like defending your love ones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"look at you now. so negative . i dont like what you are doing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is true that love exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After living on this earth for 19years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At the age of 18 i thought love was a joke and behind every "love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lies a hiden agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then one christmas i was lying on a bed with appendicitis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and there i saw the faces of two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And realised they would be the only two would will always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;a simple gesture it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but it was the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know it took me quite some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but it would be a shame for them to see my life go to such a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wouldnt i be disappointing them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wrote it my previous post the "thought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of taking a great leap of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now this is the confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i am going to change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Direction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quit gaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Learn driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;save that super delayed 10k.&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;find a university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i am very sorry for the disoriented blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm finally using my brain for a change and its not use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its in a mess. i need time to defragment it and warm up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1439552699698269609?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1439552699698269609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1439552699698269609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1439552699698269609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1439552699698269609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-insanity-ends-here.html' title='My insanity ends here.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1880278340974577328</id><published>2010-12-08T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:16:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why life sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its a pity i love to judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;please forgive me because i know that it sucks to be judged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but sometimes people cant hide their natural instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well i cant. maybe for a while. but i know i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is why nothing last forever for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and why i know i'm not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i deserve no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i deserve no love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because i give none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thanks to my indivualistic practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything nowadays has been going haywired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i live a life of a pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; and i love what i'm doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and that very fact is just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Life has more meaning to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i long for change but i know i cant maintain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is this who i really am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it takes a great leap of faith to change it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i dont have the courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;shame on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1880278340974577328?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1880278340974577328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1880278340974577328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1880278340974577328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1880278340974577328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-life-sucks.html' title='why life sucks.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3134895731355939918</id><published>2010-12-07T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:23:45.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess the worse part of cooking is probably the part where you have to clean up your own mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It sucks it just sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i hate clearing up my own mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I bet i'll be ordering my own meals instead in a day or two to come .lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ibanking is a evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it makes paying online so easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;which sucks because you spend to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omgomgomgomg my savings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3134895731355939918?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3134895731355939918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3134895731355939918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3134895731355939918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3134895731355939918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/12/block-leave.html' title='block leave'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2983982136111583738</id><published>2010-11-21T06:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T06:57:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My soul hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey .In my own salvation,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tough times dont last , tough men do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No one will know how exactly tough we are in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We still bitch and moan about every small thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but one thing has changed ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we all now know everything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I find it hard to explain when people ask me how is commandos whenever i meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its like a social kind of thing so i'm not sure whether they really cared or is it just another topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well whatever it is , i tell you now being in this unit is as screwed up as it get but of course with every downside comes an upside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what do you want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whether is it worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tell me how many people will be able to feel like this in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to jmp of a plane for free more then 3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to march ridiculos long routes that last 17-20hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to go overseas to swim in mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to climb mountains and mountains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to drive a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i have done all these and experience it all just within months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But there's also a price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to who much is given much is expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thus we train more and fight harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;plan wisely. and do more than what other people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sometimes going to te extend of spoiling your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess , the best part of al this would be honor and glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because of all this achivements you have done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;where other people wouldnt have the chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you feel the pride. And its the type of pride no one will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its the pride within yourself that makes you appreciate yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i've become stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2983982136111583738?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2983982136111583738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2983982136111583738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2983982136111583738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2983982136111583738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-soul-hath-endured-torment-to-find.html' title='My soul hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey .In my own salvation,'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2093529584762607699</id><published>2010-11-07T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:49:23.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countless sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have been feeling this strange feeling recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It as though my soul is trying to leave this body of mine but cant because the time is not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i guess this is what you get for not sleeping when you have the chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope i survive this last leap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2093529584762607699?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2093529584762607699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2093529584762607699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2093529584762607699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2093529584762607699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/11/countless-sleepless-nights.html' title='countless sleepless nights'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8857976295453121527</id><published>2010-11-07T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:29:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it , its yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After Weeks of counting down , the moment we've all been waiting for has finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be marching some incredible distance and fighting one last exercise to determine our company's efficiency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And after that is done, there i will be on the parade square witnessing all the incredible journeys i have went through will my fellow detachment/platoon/company man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every test will be remembered. Every hour of trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unlike BMT,this will be something way more meaningful few get to experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8857976295453121527?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8857976295453121527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8857976295453121527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8857976295453121527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8857976295453121527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-it-its-yours.html' title='Take it , its yours.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-8394953348042968421</id><published>2010-08-14T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:52:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody will know how much we went through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The past few days has been an awesome experience to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its suppose to be sacastic btw if you cant tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Have no idea where to start but i believe as much as i want the world to know what is happening behind close walls, They will never know and understand what we have been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is it really worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;risking and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I use to think commando's wasn't that choing as they use to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but hell shit i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i cant believe how crazy they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8394953348042968421?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8394953348042968421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8394953348042968421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8394953348042968421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8394953348042968421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/nobody-will-know-how-much-we-went.html' title='Nobody will know how much we went through'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5800041056355873066</id><published>2010-08-01T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:03:03.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12hours of sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is probably my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dreamt of someone last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She broke up with her current bf and got togther with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We had quite a great time every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Doing what couples do during their free time and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were on a bridge of somewhat when i asked her how was her ex like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was he as fun as me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am i better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eventhough she didnt reply me that day , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i still felt good as we were together at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, i woke up soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and 12 hours had past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time to book in to pack my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"easier to play their game" huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its going to be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5800041056355873066?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5800041056355873066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5800041056355873066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5800041056355873066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5800041056355873066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/08/12hours-of-sleep.html' title='12hours of sleep.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1750151402624603891</id><published>2010-07-31T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:04:19.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello peeps, nice knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool to have people spamming tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;Now back to reality, I'm going to pass out yet again from my vocation training on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Its been really fun with all those nights out and retarded stuff we do.&lt;br /&gt;I know we often bick and yack.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;we all do love each other right?&lt;br /&gt;Its been really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Like. hello spearhead, zoey tay , red bean and mr magoo.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see our cool this course was.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget how important we are to the detachment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss buttcracks &amp;amp; someone stroking his uhmm.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad i'm never going to hear that dry cough every morning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much honor and glory mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;And that pride.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never give it up.&lt;br /&gt;12 more weeks. Its mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know this is lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but what if i did sign on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1750151402624603891?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1750151402624603891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1750151402624603891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1750151402624603891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1750151402624603891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-peeps.html' title='Hello peeps'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-9624236703168452</id><published>2010-07-16T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:28:54.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an amazing blogger, there's no reason why i should stop blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its only a few days before i enter battalion .Shivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is just the begining. First off, i would like to Thank everyone that has touch my life one way or another. Whether it be an incident better off forgotten or the happiest time ever. I have definitely learn loads from it. Though my process of maturity was indeed slow, i guess going to army spearheaded the process. Or perhaps it was through the fall i was able to see better.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been able to see my life this way before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isit me or do i smell paintballs. Oh dear. You guys up for it? no paint no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after 500 days of summer , autumn came. I can't believe it , but its true. That's life and its ridiculos, it goes on. Where are youuu&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/5923210055469320016-9624236703168452?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9624236703168452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=9624236703168452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9624236703168452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9624236703168452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-amazing-blogger-theres-no-reason-why.html' title='I&apos;m an amazing blogger, there&apos;s no reason why i should stop blogging.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4245087005549270030</id><published>2010-07-11T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:57:28.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away and hide with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4245087005549270030?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4245087005549270030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4245087005549270030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4245087005549270030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4245087005549270030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2010/07/run-away-and-hide-with-me.html' title='Run away and hide with me.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-513925145976665746</id><published>2009-11-10T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:09:34.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life imprisonment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Albert Einstein once wrote " in the middle of difficulty, lies opportunity "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My eyes couldnt focus after maths today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-513925145976665746?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/513925145976665746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=513925145976665746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/513925145976665746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/513925145976665746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-imprisonment.html' title='Life imprisonment.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3499344796659757058</id><published>2009-11-08T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:58:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore to China, Austria to Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3499344796659757058?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3499344796659757058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3499344796659757058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3499344796659757058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3499344796659757058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/singapore-to-china-austria-to-germany.html' title='Singapore to China, Austria to Germany'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8250469078974675249</id><published>2009-11-03T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:06:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing to you Rock Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the reason why i'm not cutting my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su-nOliBwQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pbF5q-5_3v4/s1600-h/cover-naruto_lee0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718347275354370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su-nOliBwQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pbF5q-5_3v4/s320/cover-naruto_lee0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although i have not watched naruto for a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Naruto has always been a source of inspiration for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, don't worry, it is not the "acknowledging my existence"thing that has done so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is the Unexpecting situations that made me once say omg. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rock Lee is an expert in Taijisu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For those who don't watch, JFGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was a episode where he took off his leg weights and moved at the speed of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So that got me thinking if i could do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;like spend my time training with weights on then suddenly, take it off and freaking fly or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Don't anyone want to be an freaking expert in academic work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And i suddenly realise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HEY I COULD DO IT WITH MY HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you imagine how light headed and free i would feel if i cut my head one day before my exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm sure that would definity leave me with an open mind for Maths paper 1 and GP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is a freaking bloody breakthrough in Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm losing my drive, anyone else losing it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8250469078974675249?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8250469078974675249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8250469078974675249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8250469078974675249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8250469078974675249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-we-go-from-here.html' title='Introducing to you Rock Lee'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su-nOliBwQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pbF5q-5_3v4/s72-c/cover-naruto_lee0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-880875522927752447</id><published>2009-11-01T22:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:55:35.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Topic Sentence: Monster Hunter pisses people off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399141028036298514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su2aKLxXRxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Gh0a5Ff6gCw/s320/monster_hunterg_rigell_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here today to clarify about my addiction to Monster hunter.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of people out there who care about me and hate seeing me waste precious time playing this ridiculous game just before my A levels. I think now, it is only right that i admit that i am addicted to this emotional game. How often can one place such a idiotic game before such a crucial exam.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for my addiction to Monster hunter is because of its awesome graphics and how realistic 'dragons' are pictured during gameplay.&lt;br /&gt;They are called wyverns in the game anyway.&lt;br /&gt;To me, this game has significantly relief all my childhood fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;I mean a sword, a set of armour AND A DRAGON to slay.&lt;br /&gt;Which Ken would not play this game? Its so attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Kill the dragon , save the princess.&lt;br /&gt;No princess though. So i'll just stick to exterminating dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many that do not play this game because they found it too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not , i will not call anyone of you noobs or losers because i was once like you.&lt;br /&gt;I started and gave up because i found the controls too hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt reach far enough to see any dragons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of you deserve to know how my story began.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a bus one day.&lt;br /&gt;If i recall correctly, it was bus 74 on my way to school for my co curricular activity, Chinese Orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus stoning when i heard weird dinosaur noises.&lt;br /&gt;to be more specific, it was calls that a velociraptor would make.&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine, me seating on a bus, stoning, in a Jurassic park like atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;As all normall un-cool ( as sudhir would say) people would do, i turned around and started looking where this strange noise was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;There it was, a psp screening dinosaur-like creatures from the boy seating north-west of me. What you all must now understand is that i'm a huge dinosaur fan.&lt;br /&gt;Dragons, Dinosaurs whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So what i felt then was like to me , having my inner soul begging for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Crying out as though i was meant to be in that world.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i told myself almost immediately i had to try the game again.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, i am not going to give up and master the controls to reach until i am able to see my long lost dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back to my topic sentence, i have come to realise that Monster Hunter seriously pisses people off. Examples of such people are people such as myself and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Yes , The Co-Play thing is such an ingenious invention but how can dragons have undodgeable moves.&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is one hit from a monster in rage mode and it would probably be your last breath.&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you would disagree, but this is seems true from my MANY countless experience with a G-rank Kushala Daora and other G-rank superiors.&lt;br /&gt;There were times where me and my brother played till 5am hunting just so he could get a monoblos heart.&lt;br /&gt;And there were times we kept dying got so pissed off that we nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;See how emotional this game is.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Monster hunter Unite such a wonderful game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399158664156264194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su2qMvcBtwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ul524ji8ZYs/s320/Tigerex.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google "best longsword" .&lt;br /&gt;And you will see how popular this game is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first thing that pops out is from monster hunter.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? the 2nd 3rd, 4th too!&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see how amazing this game is?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many games there are with longsword in it,&lt;br /&gt;Monster hunter Pops out first on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This shows that it is probably the most searched on google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i not justified enough that it is totally alright to be addicted to monster hunter?&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/5923210055469320016-880875522927752447?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/880875522927752447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=880875522927752447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/880875522927752447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/880875522927752447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/freak-unite.html' title='Freak Unite'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/Su2aKLxXRxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Gh0a5Ff6gCw/s72-c/monster_hunterg_rigell_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8177989103153418500</id><published>2009-11-01T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:26:51.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a lot of bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We bloody spend 100% of our life learning something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even when playing games, you have to learn how monsters attack you and thus, find an opening to Freaking whack it dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have learnt through games that patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You have to be patient and not try to murder the monster asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That would cost you more potions and even your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;G-rank monsters are seriously a pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Curse Rajang , Curse those crazy one hit KO bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;IF i had a rathalos action figure now, i would really love to tear it apart and FREAKING SMASH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chemistry is a lot of bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't see how PH=Pkb when its not at its maximum buffer capacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did anyone say that NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DID ANY BOOK TELL YOU THAT? NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;DID ANY TEACHER TEACH YOU THAT? BLOODY NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have to go find out for myself on some posted answer scheme online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If i were to find it i swore would have used a buffer solution equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now i have to remember that finding the final [NaOH] is also finding the [NH2OH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think i can safely conclude that this is so because the concentration because .. the concentration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;would be the same?. like 1 :1 mol ratio. Maybe that's why we can assume it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay another something i don't get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do the all the papers i Print for Chem NOT HAVE ANSWERS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8177989103153418500?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8177989103153418500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8177989103153418500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8177989103153418500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8177989103153418500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-lot-of-bullshit.html' title='This is a lot of bullshit'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5227581103207044032</id><published>2009-10-25T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:53:45.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 glasses of pepsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i just got up from bed.i can't sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just was thinking about how many days we have left when i was on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and immediately pictured Fabiola's timetable in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;two freaking columns . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We left two dam weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cool huh. it feels as though i have learnt absolutely nothing throughout my JC life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dam you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have been doing maths prelim papers these couple of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And guess what, i am deproving instead of improving 66 58 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sucks i'm going to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have to do some damage control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Screw you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Save the cheer leader save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5227581103207044032?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5227581103207044032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5227581103207044032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5227581103207044032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5227581103207044032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-man.html' title='5 glasses of pepsi'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2306302326370439713</id><published>2009-10-09T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:27:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quite pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Should i keep track of when A levels ends or when it starts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my brother say the former would cause me to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He is like some living example or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel like pulling out my intestines to cook it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Screw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm depress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;32 more days , and i'm all alone now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2306302326370439713?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2306302326370439713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2306302326370439713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2306302326370439713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2306302326370439713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-alone-again.html' title='All alone again.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7148461707027377651</id><published>2009-07-09T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:23:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So much have been happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;maybe life is moving too fast for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I must admit it has been a rather interesting one too though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although school remains as boring as can be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll never forget my JC life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10 years down the road, i'll look back and laugh my ass off at the things i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i should bear in mind now the things that really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And do it such that i will never regret later in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i know i've never regretted anything i have done in my life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and it shall remain that way :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;bye world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7148461707027377651?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7148461707027377651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7148461707027377651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7148461707027377651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7148461707027377651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/07/touched-by-angel.html' title='Touched by an angel'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6157620680234132509</id><published>2009-06-26T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:29:27.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existentialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its been a long time since i last blogged&lt;br /&gt;judging from the fact I almost forgot my password.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather guilty and nervous now because i havent been a good A level student .&lt;br /&gt;Actually, expectionally guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Its the June holidays ,&lt;br /&gt;and i have not done much for work.&lt;br /&gt;my seniors have told me that this is the most probably the most important holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that your results depends on how hard you have been then.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, screw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having planning out at the start of the year that i would be working my ass off then.&lt;br /&gt;but look what the hell i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to change my life so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling myself to be consistent.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that i have forgot how life works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do now is tell myself that i'm going to work hard every single day when school reopens&lt;br /&gt;just to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i will actually lift up to it as well.&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I need God back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; Nights out at 11pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now,about what i have spent h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alf&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my holidays on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ENCORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wait, first off, i really need to thank all those that came down for the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sudhier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jiajun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yingqiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;+barker guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ah crap i g2g. for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6157620680234132509?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6157620680234132509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6157620680234132509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6157620680234132509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6157620680234132509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/06/existentialism.html' title='Existentialism'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1144178248803393494</id><published>2009-05-31T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:06:14.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late-night high!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'M HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1144178248803393494?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1144178248803393494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1144178248803393494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1144178248803393494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1144178248803393494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happy.html' title='late-night high!'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4121489772743426930</id><published>2009-05-29T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:32:59.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite- 4 and it keeps getting bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Please remind me i'm not going to do well for my Mid-Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I do not deserve a pass for chem and maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do remind me that i did study hard for physics just that i suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that i would learn from my mistake and quit studying last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SCREW this shit , i'm going to fail :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nevermind , holidays are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything is left behind in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in the little place i call home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4121489772743426930?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4121489772743426930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4121489772743426930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4121489772743426930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4121489772743426930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/elite-4-and-it-keeps-getting-bigger.html' title='Elite- 4 and it keeps getting bigger'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3110269510119649114</id><published>2009-05-24T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:57:10.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly but surely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm changing slowly, changing for the worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i was listening during school devotions when i heard this message , twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;which seem to consistently remind me thats its time i reflect about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its goes like this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watch your thoughts as it becomes words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watch your words as it becomes your action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watch your actions as it becomes a habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watch your habit as it becomes your character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;watch your character as it becomes your destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it sometimes really feels as though someone is watching over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;now you must be thinking who actually listens to devotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3110269510119649114?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3110269510119649114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3110269510119649114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3110269510119649114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3110269510119649114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/slowly-but-surely.html' title='slowly but surely.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-8795785807288848417</id><published>2009-05-15T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:40:56.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night i kissed a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last night i kissed a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hours before that, i had fun and went wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;following that were strings of different emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so matured but yet immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so cool, but yet so crude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're all growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8795785807288848417?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8795785807288848417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8795785807288848417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8795785807288848417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8795785807288848417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-i-kiss-boy.html' title='The night i kissed a boy'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6202632667952323289</id><published>2009-05-14T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:32:28.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time for seclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bye World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6202632667952323289?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6202632667952323289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6202632667952323289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6202632667952323289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6202632667952323289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-seclusion-bye-world.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2312337348839705455</id><published>2009-05-07T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:55:22.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I talked to the first conductor i ever knew last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He congratulated us and asked if we were happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;obviously, we are not, well at least i know most of us isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even we don't say it, i think its quite obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That look on our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, i think i'm happy. Maybe the problem is no one is happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Times has change, Gold isnt what schools should be aiming for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its Gold With honors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, what my conductor said last night was quite comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said its impossible to obtain Gwh with a 42 strength Co because of the rich texture a 60+ co is able to produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No matter how good a song or skills we have , we cant produce the same texture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So For those out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing could have been done about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CCAs should be rewarded for having a large Co, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i mean if they are willing to take the initiative to recruit more members and is successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't they deserve more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam it, Who cares anyway?! We Got Gold SO SMILE REJOICEAND CELEBRATE RETARDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2312337348839705455?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2312337348839705455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2312337348839705455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2312337348839705455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2312337348839705455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-go.html' title='let me go'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-939400748430464991</id><published>2009-05-05T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:22:13.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spare me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The last time i blogged, was like just before terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;one minute it was before terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and now its the day before syf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well i'm glad time is flying fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;at least i do not need to torture myself with stupid ridiculous maths physics and chem anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Especially that disgusting argumentative essays i have to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i know i have to improve but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its quite impossible after knowing myself better. bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;anyway, updates with my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;things to be proud of, or not so proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Terms results&lt;/u&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gp: U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cse: S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Physic : A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maths: E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chemistry : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Napfa&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A,A,A,A,A,D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A,A,A,A,B,C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thats right, its a gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And soon it will be the results of our Syf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do you think its better to be pessimistic or optimistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Personally, i prefer being pessimistic, i mean, after being betrayed by the co in the eyes of the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This stand suit me perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember the days just before our syf we had previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We would practice from morning till the late afternoon, sometimes even missing lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And the best part was that we had the Hall all to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;not forgetting the COP word we scream almost constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But things have change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Although practices are rather intense, they are rather useless at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its just different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, Imagine you thought you were most probably going to clinch the Bronze award but you got Gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wont you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but it wouldn't work now because i have destroyed the whole idea of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time for more retarded practices . bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-939400748430464991?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/939400748430464991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=939400748430464991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/939400748430464991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/939400748430464991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/05/spare-me_05.html' title='spare me.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6984507098613744433</id><published>2009-03-25T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:05:05.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hats the use of studying when no matter how hard you study you fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i think it means that your dumb and you should die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gp sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;physics sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;math sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;chem sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cse ... no need to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317140503708012482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/ScpHHeBbj8I/AAAAAAAAAck/og5joDJs-YI/s320/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6984507098613744433?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6984507098613744433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6984507098613744433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6984507098613744433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6984507098613744433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/03/emoken.html' title='emo'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/ScpHHeBbj8I/AAAAAAAAAck/og5joDJs-YI/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-3233411057448135955</id><published>2009-03-08T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:54:05.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbbiden Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3233411057448135955?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3233411057448135955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3233411057448135955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3233411057448135955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3233411057448135955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/03/forbbiden-love.html' title='Forbbiden Love.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3831668637421018317</id><published>2009-02-19T09:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:53:10.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and burn at your feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello , Ken's here being cool. Because he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Elliot's here to check Ken's english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mong's behind watching p*rn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sudhir's beside Ken stabbing demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kai ling is getting shot in the back by troll arrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh no, dragon hunter 2, watch it on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not&lt;/s&gt; cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a special day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm excited, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SZy61WTLQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lwQ50lC8tNg/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SZy61WTLQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lwQ50lC8tNg/s320/me.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304319886817444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wonder how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3831668637421018317?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3831668637421018317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3831668637421018317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3831668637421018317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3831668637421018317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/crash-and-burn-at-your-feet.html' title='Crash and burn at your feet.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SZy61WTLQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lwQ50lC8tNg/s72-c/me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-1989115231601060618</id><published>2009-02-09T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:08:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it seemed as if it was snowing, but it was just ashes falling down from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its funny when they say love is selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and yet realised , in our own time, find that true love is selfless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;perhaps, contradictions are there for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to show you the small little line that makes the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it's quite scary to see yourself living in song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;esp in the songs that you had ironically loved before and thought it would never happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm oh so jaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478142344657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SY8UyY4s_EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/I3H_0x12W00/s320/ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ticket for a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;Like a madman laughing at the rain&lt;br /&gt;A little out of touch, a little insane&lt;br /&gt;Its just easier than dealing with the pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Valentines's day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;have all you naughty man out there got what you were suppose to get? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479132764627042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SY8VsCfOYGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_utOkq6XZNY/s320/bridal_20080626_flowers_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no , i haven't gotten mine yet , give me minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't you dare judge me by what you hear.&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/5923210055469320016-1989115231601060618?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1989115231601060618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1989115231601060618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1989115231601060618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1989115231601060618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/runaway-train.html' title='runaway train'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SY8UyY4s_EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/I3H_0x12W00/s72-c/ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8169379467466335952</id><published>2009-02-04T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:46:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ghost of you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8169379467466335952?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8169379467466335952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8169379467466335952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8169379467466335952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8169379467466335952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/ghost-of-you-and-me.html' title='the ghost of you and me'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1142217061664962531</id><published>2009-02-04T03:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:29:40.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this calls for a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me hear you acj what you do you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say let me hear you acj what do you say..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was thinking of just poning all my lessons and crashing orientation . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like today or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but nobody wants to crash me with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i kind of miss orientation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;isn't this all so self sacrificial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;define the meaning of again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it doesn't matter anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I finally done my research for state own enterprise in china.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Three cheers for sweet revenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1142217061664962531?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1142217061664962531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1142217061664962531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1142217061664962531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1142217061664962531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-calls-for-song.html' title='this calls for a song'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1009422428461968187</id><published>2009-02-02T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:39:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a part of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it was quite obvious he asked for faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but i just couldnt do it , or actually maybe thought it cant be he actually talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i looked again and i realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;maybe its really true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but then again, even if he was really refering to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;am i able to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think thats called faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what are you running away from mr ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1009422428461968187?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1009422428461968187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1009422428461968187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1009422428461968187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1009422428461968187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-my-friends.html' title='a part of me'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7849122480126941733</id><published>2009-02-01T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:51:08.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh lord give me your wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;doesn't this seem oh so famililar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7849122480126941733?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7849122480126941733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7849122480126941733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7849122480126941733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7849122480126941733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-be.html' title='always be'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-75159472206369080</id><published>2009-01-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:50:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the pass two days i have been seeing the moon smile at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;each time i walk to school in the morning , scary but true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i did not know if it was an illusion or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a smiling cresent-like moon with a mouth and an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how real can that can get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;maybe someone is building a great wall of china on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now heres something , i cant believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i left my file in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now, am i suppose to study &amp;amp; do hw for anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and how, am i suppose to get it back.zz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alright , i'm exhausted &amp;amp; pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its 1.50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i havent bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lets all Score for tomorrows test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For sometime ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-75159472206369080?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/75159472206369080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=75159472206369080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/75159472206369080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/75159472206369080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-pass-two-days-i-have-been-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7040065133643438486</id><published>2009-01-17T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:27:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The hardest thing now is actually maintaining this life with consistency .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Especially when it comes to a person who totally hates routines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;short attention span and can't sit still. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wonder how would he survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it felt like a strong pull back to reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as if something had been planned for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;just when he thought it was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another chance was given to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another battle had to be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it felt as if God had given him an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;this is just the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First week of school has passed and i've no idea what can i say about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Other then being proud to say that.. i.. that..i.. am going to fail gp and cse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway thats all for now.i'm tired. nights people of townsvile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7040065133643438486?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7040065133643438486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7040065133643438486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7040065133643438486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7040065133643438486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-last-forever-but-maybe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-324274257066272265</id><published>2009-01-07T23:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:53:42.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Obviously , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;something is wrong when even your brother thinks that you are not a christian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saying that, you , only worship yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we all try our best to get what we really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to look good in the eyes of men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;because thats the only thing we think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;could help us get what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;only to forget what really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;pretending that all this deeds have no meaning behind them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you sold yourself away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;is there anything that can be done, without a hidden agenda but just love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But is doing a deed with love hoping you will get it back likewise called a hidden agenda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;now , where has the definition of true love gone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you try your best to figure out what happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but you do not really know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and hope someone will give you the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when that doesnt happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you go on a frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and start destroying what everything you have built up within you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Breaking every single promises to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you've another side to yourself that you don't show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;is that called your &lt;strike&gt;evil&lt;/strike&gt; true self? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;why don't people see it as how strong your values and principals are to keep it from pouring out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What i'm trying to say is. This world is &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we can see reality coming back for revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cried for help, but you forgot who to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i complain nobody knows me, but truth is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i do not know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;such a &lt;em&gt;magnificent piece of art&lt;/em&gt; i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-324274257066272265?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/324274257066272265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=324274257066272265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/324274257066272265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/324274257066272265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7958884144884396639</id><published>2008-12-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:11:49.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;nt&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7958884144884396639?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7958884144884396639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7958884144884396639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7958884144884396639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7958884144884396639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/nt.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1783613921728267080</id><published>2008-12-30T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:28:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever felt this strange pull ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thanks to her, i have been questioning myself recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;something i have ought to be doing all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;since the begining when i started drifting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i once thought to myself secretly, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; maybe i dont need him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but immediately rid of it because i knew i would be damn if i did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"God fearing man." if there was something to remember out of all my years in Acs ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that would be it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now its really bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;prompting me to actually find out the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as i wonder to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;am i really going the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because this is what i believe is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i want to tell you , "just have faith"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1783613921728267080?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1783613921728267080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1783613921728267080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1783613921728267080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1783613921728267080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-to-her-i-have-been-questioning.html' title='Have you ever felt this strange pull ?'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-8207254886092952486</id><published>2008-12-27T08:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:53:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J2 supplementary exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i think i'm the best suitable candidate for this exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"12 of jan" the computer said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bloody horrifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it high time we all start studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm missing so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;maybw it isn't so bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tell yourself, its a blessing in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A fatal attraction , i can't let this happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8207254886092952486?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8207254886092952486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8207254886092952486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8207254886092952486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8207254886092952486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/j2-supplementary-exams.html' title='J2 supplementary exams'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-65674421086271552</id><published>2008-12-26T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:55:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dam it it feel great to be home: merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yeah, i'll blog about the china trip once my father retruns me my cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;which means never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;since he intends to upload the pictures together with the other cams first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(cause he will never do that) hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I loved the:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;spitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;coughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;scamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its probably one of the worst chirstmas and holiday in my life. so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sometime later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-65674421086271552?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/65674421086271552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=65674421086271552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/65674421086271552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/65674421086271552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-you-wake-me-up-i-dont-want-this.html' title='dam it it feel great to be home: merry christmas'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5321215987706789442</id><published>2008-12-13T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:55:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>famous last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i knew my com was this dirty but its really getting worse then expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when i come back, theres going to be a nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;which is good cos its going to keep me awayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm already starting to get addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my coat is ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;don't worry kids, i'll buy back goodies for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if i don't return, remember i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just in case i die HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5321215987706789442?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5321215987706789442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5321215987706789442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5321215987706789442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5321215987706789442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye.html' title='famous last words'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4868872359569302578</id><published>2008-12-12T20:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:07:18.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><title type='text'>a piece of me-   "eat, sleep and multi tasking between two screens ."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" talk to you online ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thats what so many people keep saying to me but they don't understand the life i live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;honestly i never felt so wasteful in my entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;all i do is rot away. like literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm finally back on the com, but not for long cos i obviously found some excuse just to come online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; i realised how fast the world has passed by without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but who cares about that anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;here's my cunning plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm going to turn over a new leaf because i really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eventhough sometimes i think its im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;possible to redeem myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess its never too late to start isnt it.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For now, i'll just going over to china and freeze my ass off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no more thinking ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no more reflecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so when i come back, i'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its all about taking action now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the thing about trying so hard to be special, you really actually become..&lt;em&gt;special..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sometimes i think it runs in the genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;whatever the case. i'm happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i promise it wont happen again.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i need some music in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4868872359569302578?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4868872359569302578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4868872359569302578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4868872359569302578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4868872359569302578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/12/piece-of-me-eat-sleep-and-multi-task.html' title='a piece of me-   &quot;eat, sleep and multi tasking between two screens .&quot;'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-9207399259333426149</id><published>2008-11-16T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:34:24.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time passes by , direction unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just the other day one of my best friend, teddy, told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"eh i pierced my ear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;okay seriously ,what an IDIOT. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know i shouldn't nag about how utterly disappointed i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But , as a friend, i know i should be there for him.lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway his mother was already doing what i wanted to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i met up with aloy and his cousins to play some badminton the next morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;before meeting Gordon and checking out on teddy in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Unfortunately , i wasnt able to reason why people ,&lt;em&gt;especially my friends&lt;/em&gt;, shouldn't pierce their dam ears at that point in time. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anywayy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we did some talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and a little stalking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not forgeting adding. @@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and thanking God that nothing else happened. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;seems that its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its really harder to find true friends in Jc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Knowing when the tides change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;kills this Cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Please don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;trust me, it will happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right back before you know it noobs .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-9207399259333426149?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9207399259333426149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=9207399259333426149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9207399259333426149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9207399259333426149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-passes-by-direction-unknown.html' title='time passes by , direction unknown'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-719281068795446184</id><published>2008-11-11T01:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:54:08.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><title type='text'>i'll show you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the fourth and final track to be lifted from 'Busted' was 'Sleeping With The Lights On'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The end of the 'Busted' story takes us back to the beginning of the Busted story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's the first song James and Mattie ever wrote together, round at James' house in Southend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl's left you," James summarises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Classic excuse for writing a song." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattie adds that sleeping with the lights on is "useful if you come in pissed. Put the lights on, keep one hand touching the floor, and it stops the room spinning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082491550825074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvnq-Q-nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WF-XYf63e24/s320/busted_270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082502815866450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvoU8D3lI/AAAAAAAAATU/g3JnqVKqTcM/s320/busted.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082496601009522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvn9yUrXI/AAAAAAAAATE/cr0EMAK0D50/s320/1794Band6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082492342047778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvnt66FCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0-u_JqWT1hg/s320/659311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082499440517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvoIXUIXI/AAAAAAAAATM/pi2IHbIUC7w/s320/1079ilp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to look back once in a while.&lt;br /&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/5923210055469320016-719281068795446184?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/719281068795446184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=719281068795446184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/719281068795446184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/719281068795446184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-summer-fourth-and-final-track-to.html' title='i&apos;ll show you.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SRhvnq-Q-nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WF-XYf63e24/s72-c/busted_270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-8322422834001995214</id><published>2008-11-10T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:33:34.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what i was talking about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in times like this my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;treat it as a blessing in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so what if its expulsion or retaining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so what if it stays with you through out your life.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it was our curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time we change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8322422834001995214?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8322422834001995214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8322422834001995214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8322422834001995214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8322422834001995214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-what-i-was-talking-about.html' title='this is what i was talking about.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2093910990191438844</id><published>2008-11-08T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:21:36.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were like warriors on the battlefield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a little taste of how it feels like to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;still i can't believe my tuition keep clashing with most of my sport dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;trust me its pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i know in the midst of everything, i know i need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;chiral or achiral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the year where everything will pass by fast is approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'll cover my ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weakness lies to the left recoil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but obviously the best of opponents creates the weakness when there is none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'll disappear just like you want me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;my immortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2093910990191438844?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2093910990191438844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2093910990191438844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2093910990191438844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2093910990191438844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-were-like-warriors-on-battlefield.html' title='we were like warriors on the battlefield.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3845758115429646933</id><published>2008-11-07T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:06:07.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a hell lot have happening these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad, the A level's Project Work is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;we actually finally manage to get together to pull this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so why cardbox. '&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;'hog'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eat, Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always tried my best to know everything&lt;br /&gt;to know all the different worlds revolving around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes , it is a curse just to think so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for one'll always delude himself with the negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'll will take a step back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3845758115429646933?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3845758115429646933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3845758115429646933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3845758115429646933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3845758115429646933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-own-world-where-no-one-knows-me.html' title='the curse.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4534308145065034468</id><published>2008-10-31T10:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:13:12.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the all the great thinkers in the world gather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its a study of their mind through body language,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;understanding their expression first ,what is offensive and what is not not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you observe the way they walk , talk , eat ,sleep ,react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;esp how they observe other ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you put yourself in their shoes and walk the similar path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;catching their strength and weaknesses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;unless they actually ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;slide pass you through mere i&lt;em&gt;nnocence&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thats when life gets interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're like two different main characters from two different best selling movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when you love someone, it doesn't matter whether the love comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you just give yours willingly. sacrificially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;thats when you know its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;this is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4534308145065034468?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4534308145065034468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4534308145065034468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4534308145065034468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4534308145065034468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-little-obsession.html' title='where the all the great thinkers in the world gather'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7443316760802806393</id><published>2008-10-29T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:06:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know the keywords and its your game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i foresaw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because after all my life goes in a mini cycle which i'm by now awefully familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;did it really affect someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it actually possible to doubt in someone so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;esp if someone consider that person his/her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;unless of course..that person is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ability to forgive is an art of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The thing about 'Love at first sight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Girl : but you don't even know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Boy: Well, we have the rest of our lives to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ability to sacrifice is an art of loveless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7443316760802806393?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7443316760802806393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7443316760802806393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7443316760802806393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7443316760802806393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/know-keywords-and-its-your-game.html' title='know the keywords and its your game.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2634174399928440720</id><published>2008-10-28T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:15:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those wings, i want them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2634174399928440720?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2634174399928440720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2634174399928440720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2634174399928440720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2634174399928440720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-wing-i-want-them.html' title='those wings, i want them'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2048821074575682769</id><published>2008-10-26T12:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:39:28.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they said i'm living in self denial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Conflicts are arising and things are going out of place everywhere i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i feel so vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;where have my values &amp;amp; conscience gone too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one thing is for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dam it just come back ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and i will blog about the white house another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i just realised, every post that says i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some other&lt;/span&gt; time, i never do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in times like this , its best to just smile (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2048821074575682769?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2048821074575682769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2048821074575682769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2048821074575682769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2048821074575682769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-said-self-denial.html' title='they said i&apos;m living in self denial.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6519019165646549132</id><published>2008-10-17T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:13:54.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degeneration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we received our results today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now, i'm just going to wait for the final results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well , i'm amazed that thefisherman manage to beat me at physics today,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i knew i would screw it up quite badly only making for a boarder line pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but honestly, it was totally nice. i'm glad you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;challenge me next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let alone promos it self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Physics: E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maths : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chem: E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dont bother about the rest, i have 3h2 pass and no h1 pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;guy , lets just cross our fingers and wait for morderation for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;this body of mine is degenerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it was always about you wasnt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6519019165646549132?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6519019165646549132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6519019165646549132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6519019165646549132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6519019165646549132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/degeneration.html' title='Degeneration'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6495873052156679663</id><published>2008-10-16T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:15:40.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll pay for all the bad things i've done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really really do not want to come to school tml..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;really do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i finally realised why ppl ponned school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6495873052156679663?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6495873052156679663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6495873052156679663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6495873052156679663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6495873052156679663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-pay-for-all-bad-things-ive-done.html' title='i&apos;ll pay for all the bad things i&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3192412690365120713</id><published>2008-10-16T19:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:25:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it does not matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was not a really nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well one of the reason is because i found out screwed up a classmate of mine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;other then the plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm really piss at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In fact i hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But honestly, i really wonder what was she thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wow 'everything is alright untill'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey, i am able to accept the fact that i'm wrong but just prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.830pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm really pissed of now, and i have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i think i'm stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lets knock this down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're going to receive our results back tml and i'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but i really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;who is not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm quite sure probably everyone out there are even more afraid then me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anyway imagine a scene where the person who hates you gives out your all exams paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;imagine the classmates you love retaining. or ..getting kicked out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;imagine how useless and hopeless you will feel not being able to do anything for that person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i don't want to failed.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i dont want to feel useless &amp;amp; hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;i want to promote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i want all of us to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm not giving this mind away&lt;br /&gt;It is mine.&lt;br /&gt;my uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;you will never know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no one will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3192412690365120713?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3192412690365120713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3192412690365120713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3192412690365120713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3192412690365120713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-fate-i-accept-it-does-not-matter.html' title='it does not matter.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7358690994082421643</id><published>2008-10-12T19:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:18:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ac games ,our power surge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, i think i have enough energy now to blog.&lt;br /&gt;i never felt this tired for a very long time,&lt;br /&gt;this could even be my first time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know why this drink is called Red Bull.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes &amp;amp; skin were red , throat was sore &amp;amp; i looked like a bull ):&lt;br /&gt;to add to that ,bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damage control.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So the status for Ac games for my class were:&lt;br /&gt;Captains ball: Quarter finals&lt;br /&gt;Soccer: Semi Finals&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee: &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Champions&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;we were knock out in the first round for both Floorball &amp;amp; Contract bridge . =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i'm so dam proud of my class x2 ,&lt;br /&gt;i mean for those who came down.&lt;br /&gt;eventhough we didnt get 5 golds lololol&lt;br /&gt;we bloody Rock&lt;br /&gt;like we made it to the semi for soccer eventhough i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k just check out the facebook photos for a summaryz&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea why was there co yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and why is there school tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i really love my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7358690994082421643?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7358690994082421643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7358690994082421643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7358690994082421643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7358690994082421643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/ac-games-and-our-power-surge.html' title='Ac games ,our power surge'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5340344946821342325</id><published>2008-10-09T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:42:13.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ac Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and i'm so proud of my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1sb6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5340344946821342325?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5340344946821342325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5340344946821342325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5340344946821342325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5340344946821342325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/ac-games.html' title='Ac Games'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3297420440582353127</id><published>2008-10-08T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:39:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly speaking you're adorable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is such a tiring day, and yes&lt;br /&gt;obviously everyone would agree. hahah&lt;br /&gt;Glad it is cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Ryan cabrera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;that you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think&lt;br /&gt;I don't look&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside in the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;i'ts time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;br /&gt;you don't know&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weakit's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;do you even know you meant me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hideits time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waitedthis is trueI know when I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to youthe way that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hideits time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on 1sb6 ,&lt;br /&gt;Six Golds.&lt;br /&gt;i know we can do it.!&lt;br /&gt;and i also i know i've got to sleep early tonight. omg.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3297420440582353127?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3297420440582353127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3297420440582353127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3297420440582353127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3297420440582353127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/frankly-speaking-youre-adorable.html' title='Frankly speaking you&apos;re adorable.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-8772537919954049832</id><published>2008-10-07T19:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:02:25.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My loveless ambition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew this would happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Promos finally ended today , 07/10 /08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i really thought i would go ' Yes, screw you asswipes i'm bloody free'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought i would be free from all the problems of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;free to do what i really wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so what do i do now when nthing can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well so far maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;stuffing myself in cinema for now is a nono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;or maybe its just going near ps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday, House Bunny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today: Eagle Eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i actually slept inside a cinema, i knew exams were getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and those two retards have to keep nudging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Idiots just when my exams are over your nice poly holiday ends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how happy i am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Movies do not show the true fact about life&lt;br /&gt;They only show a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless ,Today &amp;amp; Class outing was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;although i found out playing lan with my classmates isnt really that fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for several reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-Feeling sad after exam.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The 'post exam syndrome.'&lt;br /&gt;i think this is what you really call 'down 'syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whereby you feel down like after exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm not angry with you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its just the normal old heartgriping feeling of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for no apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway I was thinking 4b14b2 outing on sat, with some sport games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh where's your badminton outing lukas? where is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you said there would be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Think about this.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking ..yet again..&lt;br /&gt;If Child-like behaviors were described as childish,&lt;br /&gt;And People Always say children are innocent&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it mean that Childish is innocent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.: am i wrong to conclude that "Child-like/immature behavior = innocent." ? √&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;omg , i just read something. oh and btw its 3am in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;and i quote&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know whether you guys out there will find it mushy and disgusting (lol ken) but only when you're truly in love can you feel such strong and passionate emotions. To say love is disgusting (lol ken) or fleeting is such a gross sweeping statement, but I know you guys will just see it on the surface and think it's all superficial because you guys don't know what is going on inside (: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(lol ken)x2 , Caught That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes i do find you two mushy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but omg this is not why i said it is disgusting,&lt;br /&gt;I think you two are really sweet and nice to each other,&lt;br /&gt;in fact i'm rather glad to know how things are going with you two now.&lt;br /&gt;That both of you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;As in please, i do feel happy too when he is happy ;)&lt;br /&gt;after all, he is Elliot quah fu-sen x.x.x.x.x.x..x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.&lt;br /&gt;but..isnt it better if you two dont mushymallow around in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;it makes be feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully, it reminds myself of me feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i would never wanna go anywhere near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;get it..?&lt;br /&gt;----4am----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;self-esteem-less&lt;br /&gt;"this is why it is so hate to love." -hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the morrow is barren of promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nothing shall forestall my return&lt;br /&gt;To become the dew that quenches the land&lt;br /&gt;To spare the sands, the seas, the skies&lt;br /&gt;I offer thee this silent sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/5923210055469320016-8772537919954049832?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8772537919954049832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8772537919954049832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8772537919954049832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8772537919954049832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-exam-syndrome-down.html' title='My loveless ambition.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5792251948514602243</id><published>2008-09-26T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:35:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my Ordeal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Invisible wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was flooding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was windy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think this morning's weather was the best ever this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;although my company and i were wet top to btm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Including our underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;amp; despite the Freak accident with the paper bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-with my psp &amp;amp; M.D's stuff falling on the wet surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How often can you get wet before school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and for the next few hours freeze while doing an examination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with your fingernails turning almost blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I say it a one time experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEM &amp;amp; GP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woahhh.It was tiring alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My nightmare is FINALLY OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All i wished now is that When Cps marks my paper, he would go like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'WtF how come ken knows all this stuff even though i hate him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;den i can go point the middle finger at him and lmao in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But thats obvious just a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Still, i think i can pass..but sometimes i'm still quite sure i'm going to fail again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I mean afterall my Mcq is a total load of Bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyway this feeling feels awfully familiar.&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its definitions. Alright i Got it okay?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;thanks to the two people who corrected me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think its a ken trademark/signature takedown move.ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cant break thru- Busted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5792251948514602243?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5792251948514602243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5792251948514602243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5792251948514602243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5792251948514602243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-my-ordeal.html' title='Me and my Ordeal.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3885924048889637615</id><published>2008-09-23T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:14:40.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The defination of true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think today was rather stupid,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i practically just went to school today for Chem lect .&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Consultation with &lt;strong&gt;M.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Going down for Dc and up for ponning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bridging, Eating &amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;Shopping&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When Promos starts in just 2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this eating all day long now makes me guility.&lt;br /&gt;You need to know this, but i have no idea how my body can take it.&lt;br /&gt;i ate from 330pm-500 spamming ridiculously beef and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; later at 700pm-++ Dinner at Jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down to $0 in my pocket .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat-ted have grown quite a fair bit. tall+buff+fat but as childish as usual.&lt;br /&gt;JemC maybe cooler, i mean maybe its just his hair.&lt;br /&gt;Victor..what has nZ done to you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, you guys made my day.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i had to arrange a consultation appointment with M.D ..&lt;br /&gt;-First came an sms.&lt;br /&gt;Second the invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Third the hint&lt;br /&gt;Forth my death.&lt;br /&gt;..An Epic showdown between Guy vs Gay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm obviously the guy btw.&lt;br /&gt;all the way down to school tml again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gluttony&lt;br /&gt;wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sloth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i'm scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3885924048889637615?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3885924048889637615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3885924048889637615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3885924048889637615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3885924048889637615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/defination-of-true-love.html' title='The defination of true love.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6775506004195651644</id><published>2008-09-18T22:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:32:18.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with the lights on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think everyone ought to know this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its the title kids, if you have no idea what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; saying. ↑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nice song not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;since..sec 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;today was a total disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i knew i would wake up in that state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;now i feel like shit, skipping a day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it feels like the world have left you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and that , so sounds like last night's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you sailed away, into a grey sky morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; here to stay, love can be so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-vertical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6775506004195651644?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6775506004195651644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6775506004195651644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6775506004195651644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6775506004195651644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping-with-lights-on.html' title='Sleeping with the lights on.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5302726472270230324</id><published>2008-09-18T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:05:42.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thin line between love and hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ken, now that you've seen that you are going to be left all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;are now willing to finish this battle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you have exactly 7 more days and 50 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;take back your lost 'drive' &amp;amp; sprint through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5302726472270230324?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5302726472270230324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5302726472270230324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5302726472270230324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5302726472270230324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/thin-line-between-love-and-hate.html' title='thin line between love and hate.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3628531992429694257</id><published>2008-09-17T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:03:42.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better then nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wow what just happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;what was i suppose to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sigh tuition just killed my thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3628531992429694257?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3628531992429694257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3628531992429694257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3628531992429694257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3628531992429694257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-then-nothing.html' title='better then nothing.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3755876410692639409</id><published>2008-09-16T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:03:21.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lovers , the dreamers &amp; me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SNEa4-czqcI/AAAAAAAAASk/DHBi5h-NW-w/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004607002159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SNEa4-czqcI/AAAAAAAAASk/DHBi5h-NW-w/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SNEa5NBxhWI/AAAAAAAAASs/fFFljXPOFSI/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004610915304802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SNEa5NBxhWI/AAAAAAAAASs/fFFljXPOFSI/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QcsiELFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SdgXeKtwxHc/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641282318871634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QcsiELFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SdgXeKtwxHc/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QcyQQOlI/AAAAAAAAASE/cbjUNIMwEcg/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641283854776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QcyQQOlI/AAAAAAAAASE/cbjUNIMwEcg/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdJz0DSI/AAAAAAAAASM/I_GfihVmeLw/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641290177940770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdJz0DSI/AAAAAAAAASM/I_GfihVmeLw/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdVBOQZI/AAAAAAAAASU/wnDgpBlfLpU/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641293186974098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdVBOQZI/AAAAAAAAASU/wnDgpBlfLpU/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdvYjVCI/AAAAAAAAASc/4xTUQBxpamA/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641300264145954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SM_QdvYjVCI/AAAAAAAAASc/4xTUQBxpamA/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;all want for my birthday is you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg i'm super tired, i 'll repost this thinngg.&lt;br /&gt;12am soon. :O remember i posted this on 16/9/08&lt;br /&gt;so the next time i'll pretend i was posting like now.&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean hahhah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5923210055469320016-3755876410692639409?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3755876410692639409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3755876410692639409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3755876410692639409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3755876410692639409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovers-dreamers-me.html' title='The lovers , the dreamers &amp; me.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97hqNeSRdsY/SNEa4-czqcI/AAAAAAAAASk/DHBi5h-NW-w/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-7298235442793756421</id><published>2008-09-14T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:18:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project work, The Final Proposal huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Limo Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7298235442793756421?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7298235442793756421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7298235442793756421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7298235442793756421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7298235442793756421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-work-final-proposal-huh.html' title='Project work, The Final Proposal huh'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3316791655648598434</id><published>2008-09-12T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:35:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my little prayers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was big and bulky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i shall leave it one corner for now and see what i should do to it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i need a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urgency&lt;/span&gt; now before its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i need it so badly before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; left behind all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;an aching body, a drained brain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for all this tiredness , that never seem to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;give me my remaining strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;something seems not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3316791655648598434?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3316791655648598434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3316791655648598434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3316791655648598434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3316791655648598434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-prayers.html' title='my little prayers,'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2016132319274725839</id><published>2008-09-09T20:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:38:18.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello S.'/><title type='text'>one week before,one week after and10 days later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first day of school just ended yesterday and I'm already wishing school will end forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;change you imagine what the after promos life feel like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i can picture it in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the rotting sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm going to grow roots on my chair and make sure everyone else entangles up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or maybe just go mad, doing every single thing i wanted to do without fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;still I so bet its going to be the same as next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;like before the exam ended everyone would be like 'lets do this and lets do that &amp;amp; stuff '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and when it finally ends, no one will know what to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;leading to the home sick syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-so what will it be this time round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well i know exactly to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the best time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so gulity of not getting someone something on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh you know what , take that kinderbeuno and Dairy Chocolties as 'my apology present'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hahaha i'll will get you something soon, no sweat about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ya..heh as soon as i get my schedule figured out ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIOT QUAH FU SEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one week before , one week after and 10 days later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2016132319274725839?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2016132319274725839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2016132319274725839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2016132319274725839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2016132319274725839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-beforeone-week-after10-days.html' title='one week before,one week after and10 days later'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3562774613271527572</id><published>2008-09-07T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:48:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of Neopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg school tml. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you cant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;run away this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;face it , ken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;reality has caught up onto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The little sad thing about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3562774613271527572?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3562774613271527572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3562774613271527572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3562774613271527572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3562774613271527572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-thing-about-life.html' title='The world of Neopia'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4667292624813526618</id><published>2008-09-04T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:58:02.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='username : mousecatz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Add me'/><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know , just the other day my entire post got deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i was so pissed cause i seriously wanted it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sad, but anyway life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe promos is just in a few days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and i'm getting addicted to so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this is going to be a shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;neopets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i realised that in one day , i can earn 10k neopoints +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i remember last time when i was like younger , 10k was like my life savings.? omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so in 40 days time, 400k will be mine lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;someone save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings in life cannot be force, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;especially when its something to do do with humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm going to abandon my com now to seriously do some studying in my living room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;while the 'Wheel of Monotony' spins and the 'GG' Buffers on my com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letsgo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4667292624813526618?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4667292624813526618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4667292624813526618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4667292624813526618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4667292624813526618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/09/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4661956168721056157</id><published>2008-08-27T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:49:41.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the many memories .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'stay close , dont go ' this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4661956168721056157?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4661956168721056157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4661956168721056157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4661956168721056157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4661956168721056157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-memories.html' title='the many memories .'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-2657296590440856986</id><published>2008-08-26T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:44:13.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little more luck than a little bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i cant believe i didnt get that maths question right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i saw so it coming , but not in that form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how i wish i could play back time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how i wish i could play it back anytime i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then again , life would seem so meaningless if i could really do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;passing seems so far, yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really , what the hell is a &lt;strong&gt;twinlams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;now its trilams and quadlams . funnyyy ah Hahhah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AC GAMES AC GAMES AC GAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;girlfriend in 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Teachers' Day in 6 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what more can i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A queen once said ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'theres nothing bad being single.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;where do i go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-2657296590440856986?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2657296590440856986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=2657296590440856986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2657296590440856986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/2657296590440856986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-believe-i-didnt-get-that-maths.html' title='little more luck than a little bit'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1019797706418912732</id><published>2008-08-25T04:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:02:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thin line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The difference between the smart and the wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1019797706418912732?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1019797706418912732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1019797706418912732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1019797706418912732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1019797706418912732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/thin-line.html' title='a thin line'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1388712200832668747</id><published>2008-08-24T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:52:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wish wishes do come true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ken, you first need to answer the question ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'why did you choose to come into a JC ?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;did you remember you were looking at the big picture back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you were taking the chance that this's it, to lead you on your next life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you were willing to risk it all with all your weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;look where you are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you've disappointed everybody without knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;including youself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;going to co isnt fun when you know the teacher i/c hates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;well you can say my parents screwed it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but in the end , it will still be my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;afterall i agreed onto it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dear mdm, if you only know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;if anybody does in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;pressure keeps me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i havent done any homework yet. The result of dotaing till mid night+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i totally forgot maclaurin series isnt tutorial 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its graphing deveratives. Please revise that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.S you were the best i ever had. - Vertical horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1388712200832668747?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1388712200832668747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1388712200832668747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1388712200832668747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1388712200832668747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-wish-wishes-do-come-true.html' title='sometimes i wish wishes do come true..'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5181938505707132193</id><published>2008-08-22T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:54:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i smell a maths test near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and a geog test for someone too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this weekend is going to be busy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gp articles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CSE case study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Practice maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go through physic Superposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chinese zuo wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lol,speaking of zuo wen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What a cunning chinese teacher i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;do zuo wen at dc, do zuo wen at dc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and guess what , she forgot about it and didnt give the question to the dm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and the stoning comes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;keep questioning myself.&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/5923210055469320016-5181938505707132193?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5181938505707132193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5181938505707132193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5181938505707132193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5181938505707132193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='what am i doing?'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7415061917953210358</id><published>2008-08-21T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:31:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just love thursdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No CSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just nice breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ends early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7415061917953210358?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7415061917953210358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7415061917953210358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7415061917953210358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7415061917953210358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-love-thursdays-pe-no-cse-just.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-4586522209836460295</id><published>2008-08-20T21:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:02:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>send my love to the dance floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am honestly sorry it was like a battle out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No more comments , or more like i feel i have no say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I would have punch you if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; learnt my lesson back in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if you wanna scold , scold me, don't scold my parents or my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;send my love to the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;hurting myself for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;humans would naturally find a way to escape from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; would be one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;screw them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;how does dealing with it sound like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i totally agree with seet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;not _ material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-fail gp mock exam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's a confirm, i don't feel like arguing anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what a freak accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it's always happening these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; living in my life of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-4586522209836460295?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4586522209836460295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=4586522209836460295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4586522209836460295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/4586522209836460295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/send-my-love-to-dance-floor.html' title='send my love to the dance floor.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1517461397396885520</id><published>2008-08-13T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:09:54.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i've been so wasting my past few days.&lt;br /&gt;so what happened to you ken?&lt;br /&gt;werent you so confident when you decided to embark on this remarkable 'journey'?&lt;br /&gt;always constantly thinking and only to finally realise you shouldn't proceed.&lt;br /&gt;well one thing's for sure. Promos is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;lets see , it falls so nicely on someones birthday.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i think what fabiola said today makes total sense.&lt;br /&gt;what have been going through my head was just said out so easily in a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i actually go to school for it's proper purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teacher reminds me of my primary school teacher.no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;i've two good reasons why he suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1517461397396885520?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1517461397396885520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1517461397396885520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1517461397396885520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1517461397396885520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-so-wasting-my-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-3244972635590165987</id><published>2008-08-04T19:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:05:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it is , not -- yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so this is how class bonding it like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to have the entire class to sleep at the same time during devotion seems fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i use to remember the times back in barker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when the teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;principle and most ex-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; barker boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;would share that when they finally graduate to an non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;they realise that they actually miss devotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; they use to doze off in them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;' hey i do doze off too ! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but most people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;since they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of listening to devotions over again and again since primary one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The blue blood syndrome is taking over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for over 12 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People will never know how precious things are until it is taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;how strange and mysterious things can get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; show for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clb&lt;/span&gt; recently along the same line as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it was how a boy magically grew up too fast and realise again how precious things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but this time, it is he that gets taken away/ dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it was a partly love show too,and a rather complicated one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;understandd&lt;/span&gt; unlike some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;probably because i enjoy watching them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sometimes i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; strange or is it 'unique'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyone out there who get kicks of of love shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so whats the big deal ken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;chem test was like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was so sure it was a 'd' but every one had 'b' &amp;amp; 'c'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i can't be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt; to calculate it wrongly right..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;or shit did i make a careless mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and its suppose to be +0.8x (let x be initial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atm&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thatts&lt;/span&gt; if i even read the question correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;passing seems so far now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i can't , i can't , i can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;just hold on a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;promos is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am where all the lost souls unite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i cant falter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i cant give up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-3244972635590165987?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3244972635590165987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=3244972635590165987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3244972635590165987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/3244972635590165987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-said-it-once-yourself-saying-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923210055469320016.post-7790828143825863424</id><published>2008-08-03T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:32:41.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm getting a girlfriend in 30 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and it's the only reason why i'm pulling out four teeths for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;romantic huh.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the pain i would feel when shes get attached to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;rearranging and tightening the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;an almost perfect set of teeth i would be rewarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bracers seems to do the perfect job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyone get this joke? hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chemisty test is tommorow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i hoped i had study enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i finally gotten an 'A' for my physics test! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;although i was upset as i knew i could do so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;still, time to get over it ,maybe this can be my next 'A' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;aim high ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;friday i pulled out two teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;woke up the next day with blood stains all over my arms and sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i realise that each tooth meant something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So let me describe the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;injection was like accidently biting a fish bone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;amp; extraction was well, rather retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The doctor was like a madman forcing my dam tooth out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;slightly twisting and turning my tooth to weaken its roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i would have uploaded the picture of the teeth is i wouldnt so lazy hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the roots were this long [=======]==]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This was followed by a midnight movie with my family , ' The Mummy 3' or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It made things sucky when my gums started bleeding more when the anesthetic (spelling thanks to elliot) finally totally wore off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so i got home and immediately fell asleep, probably due to the fact that i lost hell lot of blood ,to escape from the world of massive headache and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so who sabo-ed me during co?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On another account. I love PE.Go watch the dance our 'Tripod group' created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;DAM FUNNY. Its like on my facebook profile cos i just realise the link to the video doesnt really work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SO look for it there.&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=625707340"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=625707340&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;seriously watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;espically the last part. rofl rofl rofl. backrows backrows backrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7790828143825863424?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7790828143825863424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7790828143825863424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7790828143825863424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7790828143825863424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-getting-girlfriend-in-30-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-5499830918424400937</id><published>2008-07-29T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:17:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The world is so small. today i saw a girl from my church i never talked to today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seated behind elliot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;don't think she remembered me although she shook my hand before in the 'adult service' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but there always exceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saw my brother's friend at Kap, wtih someone .*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;an unexpected barker friend. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in shaltech?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i'm feeling like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;cos i can't finish my cse hw on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and feel fat. for eating macs + lazing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;maybe i should have just stayed for SSP. :d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;reformated my thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;reformating my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dreams do come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-5499830918424400937?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5499830918424400937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=5499830918424400937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5499830918424400937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/5499830918424400937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-so-small.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6932810600448943642</id><published>2008-07-25T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:16:03.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;im quite certain now that the rain does not make me happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it's the wind that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sure of it. SURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think elliot's sick. HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ ZBJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i want my 'A' :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two thumbs up from conductor. things just keep getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dont wanna screw up . dont want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6932810600448943642?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6932810600448943642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6932810600448943642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6932810600448943642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6932810600448943642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-quite-certain-now-that-rain-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-6166238246836529795</id><published>2008-07-22T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:42:08.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's only just a matter of time before i crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;and fade away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;don't be mad please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;monday i had a talk with my co teacher in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and i made one of my most interesting promises ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;interesting as firstly it was to a teacher ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and secondly.. it was omg. challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A or B for both maths and physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;she later talked why i was not able to get a post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ken , ken , ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'od' i'm a entertainer. i think that speaks well of myself.&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it , i live of people's happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;do you not get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-i meant it in good way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eg. if your happy , i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but thats only if its me that cause it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pluss.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with elliot , My Mbti suits me well to.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna bother reading it up?&lt;br /&gt;well no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;life is seriously a circle. or more less goes in one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haber cycle,  water cycle or was it called precipitation cycle, nutrition cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;im sure there's a karma cycle now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the rain makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-6166238246836529795?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6166238246836529795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=6166238246836529795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6166238246836529795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/6166238246836529795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-only-just-matter-of-time-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-9166100457213900615</id><published>2008-07-19T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:58:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO BE CONTINUED.</title><content type='html'>today was handover day.&lt;br /&gt;not bad. although my prediction wasnt right..&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;strong&gt; honestly&lt;/strong&gt; i was surprise when i heard irvin took the president post. woot.&lt;br /&gt;still not bad. ah.&lt;br /&gt;good job. work on it and don't lose it. prove your worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ' she has gotten you a leash already.'&lt;br /&gt;i still think you really deserve the concert master post. still , don't emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda in a good mood today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;although i didnt get a post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had running nose and still am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DEAD tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my seniors. and not only the ones in my section.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to make someone get gold. or at least be there to 'try' to help.&lt;br /&gt;stupid jumper.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so i shall so cont this blog. when i get the pics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a warning? Is it an evil sign?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a people who have lost their mind?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the Darkness? Is it a man resigned?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a best friend leaving you behind?&lt;br /&gt;Is it ever gonna stop?&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever let you go?&lt;br /&gt;You're in a rush, they don't care enough 'cause their lives are very slow.&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking on. You don't get a second shot,&lt;br /&gt;And when you sell your soul for a leading role, will The Lost Souls be forgot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance here on my own.And I hope the Lonely Hearts' Club Band will play out one last song,&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it envy? Should it really make you sick?&lt;br /&gt;Is now the time that you realise you'd better get out quick?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time is ticking on too long to fake your smile,&lt;br /&gt;But then you sold your soul for a leading role,&lt;br /&gt;so wear it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;------bridge.-----&lt;br /&gt;So run, Yoshimi, run.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Billy's got himself a gun,&lt;br /&gt;And you're right to be afraid: they'll send you to your grave'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're strange and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So run, Yoshimi, run. 'Cause Billy's got himself a gun,&lt;br /&gt;And you're right to be afraid: they'll send you to your grave'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're strange and new.&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone, I'll dance.&lt;br /&gt;------just that-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've heard it.&lt;br /&gt;i ought to afterall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-9166100457213900615?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9166100457213900615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=9166100457213900615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9166100457213900615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/9166100457213900615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-be-continued.html' title='TO BE CONTINUED.'/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-8463650804028759730</id><published>2008-07-18T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:19:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's amusing to see people you know trying to kill you., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;esp those who thought know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tank it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-8463650804028759730?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8463650804028759730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=8463650804028759730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8463650804028759730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/8463650804028759730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-amusing-to-see-people-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-517614746750817476</id><published>2008-07-17T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:51:41.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im shit ass tired. again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna pon school tml .1@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err chill?&lt;br /&gt;i was just being a retarded bitch couldnt you tell?&lt;br /&gt;nvm im on WTF mode right now! =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;All these while , from the start.&lt;br /&gt;i shld have just stfu all the way since den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERPOSITIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;just remember the good old days in barker&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;and being shamus&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;no stress&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why sec 4 so fun..&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;so retarded no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;NICK says:&lt;br /&gt;all laugh together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it flow, let the pieces fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-517614746750817476?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/517614746750817476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=517614746750817476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/517614746750817476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/517614746750817476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-shit-ass-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-1037584737263332498</id><published>2008-07-16T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:18:57.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is quite random&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about it today.&lt;br /&gt;i never said the 'f' word back in barker.&lt;br /&gt;okok not 'never' , but i mean i never liked it.&lt;br /&gt;so why am i like this ?&lt;br /&gt;NOW THERES SOMETHING TO CONSIDER . Yeah =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;the retardedness is spreading.&lt;br /&gt;i survived school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet - We are kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me?&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I won't go until you come outside.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Kill the limbo&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back for us tonight. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dots keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw.&lt;br /&gt;'IT AN ACco PRODUCTION.'&lt;br /&gt;Good job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg jade you always talked about bad karma.&lt;br /&gt;i feel it coming back to me now.&lt;br /&gt;like the circle . the circle , THE CIRCLE you know.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;n1 with 'EMOHO'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-1037584737263332498?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1037584737263332498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=1037584737263332498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1037584737263332498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/1037584737263332498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-this-is-quite-random-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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-5923210055469320016.post-7901069158477307556</id><published>2008-07-14T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:22:49.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously had alot of headaches today.&lt;br /&gt;That each time you do, that i like** you more?&lt;br /&gt;i admit i can't stop thinking and its going to lead to my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**someone once said&lt;br /&gt;'love' is a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it wont be more. but i just don't want it to end. zzx &lt;br /&gt;someone save me. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i have stay back tomorrow makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;ken's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5923210055469320016-7901069158477307556?l=littlebroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7901069158477307556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5923210055469320016&amp;postID=7901069158477307556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7901069158477307556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923210055469320016/posts/default/7901069158477307556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebroken.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>little bro ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181959726550660188</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>
