<?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-31752113</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:41:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my heart, there is no place i'd rather be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-4581737782321217335</id><published>2008-06-20T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:05:10.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay ppl.. this will be the last post i guess.. im leaving this blog le.. so.. yup. tagged by lingli to do somethin, so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At what age do u wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Study hard or play hard?&lt;br /&gt;both ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who is the person u trust most?&lt;br /&gt;needless for me to say, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do u think u have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;ehhh.. definition of enough? it cant measured, so i hav no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you hav a dream come true, what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;live with her, happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) what is your idea of a friend?&lt;br /&gt;sia la ask me this kind of qns.. my idea is blind deer - no eye deer.. no idea.. damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) what is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;dun retain dun retain dun retain dun retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;not in the past, but yes for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If you have all the time and money in the world, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;hire the best contractors, build a HUGE house for her and my family.. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If time were to unwind, what will you want to change?&lt;br /&gt;everything that's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Would you like the person whom you love make the initiative to hug/kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;not really ba.. most probably i won't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) what feelings u hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;fear of losing someone/something impt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) what is your childhood amibiton?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. wayyyyy to many. got police, fireman.. the usual ones that kids can think of la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) do u believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;not really.. but dere's always exceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) what do you think is the most impt thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) who do you hope to be always behind you, supporting you?&lt;br /&gt;my family, my beiyu dear, best frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) people who are going to be hated by you?&lt;br /&gt;ppl who lie to me.. and those who go arnd being a jackass and trying to attract attention, when obviously they failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) describe the person who tagged you in 5 words&lt;br /&gt;ehhh... noisy? (ohman lingli pls dun happen to see this =P) HAHAHA. more than 5 words liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) do u deserve to be loved?&lt;br /&gt;*looks at beiyu.. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) which one came first? egg or chicken?&lt;br /&gt;chicken! in chinese we say 鸡蛋，and not 蛋鸡。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4581737782321217335?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4581737782321217335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4581737782321217335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4581737782321217335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4581737782321217335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3659389908140212404</id><published>2008-04-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:26:48.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh this is the best day ever la!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3659389908140212404?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3659389908140212404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3659389908140212404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3659389908140212404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3659389908140212404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-this-is-best-day-ever-la.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2789968642788957089</id><published>2008-04-06T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:52:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i smell something rotting. haha. okay i've survived another week of hectic sch. and is really break-neck tat kind de. plus now concert is coming up, so im like having band evryday la. mon wed fri will be combined, den tues thurs will be our own extra practice. and sat i have alumni band! cool rite.. whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wad they say is true la.. when no sch, will feeling like going to sch.. now dere's sch, will wan to hav more holidays.. weird creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least after a long day of lessons, i get to look forward to band. haha. tat day i was telling pongpong, normally fri will be more high. cos its the last weekday of the week, and got band! ohman i love fridays.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch tmr.. siaaannnnn. can they like take away curriculum time den jus chuck in band?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2789968642788957089?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2789968642788957089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2789968642788957089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2789968642788957089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2789968642788957089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-smell-something-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8256461569792598659</id><published>2008-03-30T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:21:59.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im losing myself. or maybe i really am. i really feel super lost now, and v pissed and irritated wif myself.. and bloody hell i dun even noe wad went wrong. it jus seems that evrythin's very wrong and gone out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siewhui said i've changed. as in suddenly become v lost, and i wasnt like this in the past. yes i noticed somethin wrong too, but i dunno what isit! tired? stressed? depressed? i think even God doesnt know the ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling la. it sucks and is terrible. and plus my cough's getting frm bad to worse, i think im losing my voice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8256461569792598659?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8256461569792598659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8256461569792598659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8256461569792598659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8256461569792598659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-im-losing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5341916415400640280</id><published>2008-03-26T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:30:41.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assss la. today got sch like no sch liddat. 1st period was the wad arts week programme, budden nth la. so end up become free period. after tat went for econs lecture, and den had chinese. wrote a compo, so the time like passed super quickly. den had 1 and half hr break. and BY RIGHT after tat i shld hav history tutorial and end sch at 2.10. but end up the teacher din come, so basically we jus went dere, got the essay qns, and den tats it! so my lessons ended an hr earlier, at 1.10.. ya is okay la. cos i was super sleepy. but bad thing is band start at 4! which means i stayed in the canteen for like 3hrs.. ok la. got do bio. budden wahlao today like holiday la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den band was... tiring? only towards the end tat i felt like i was going to 卦 alrdy. and japanese graffiti V is super nice! but quite hard to play, and wif like 1mth plus to concert, stress ahh! and after tat will be followed by alumni band concert.. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i get it when ppl used to tell me "go jc v no life one" its true la! cos weekdays i'll be busy wif sch and cca like evryone. den for weekends, saturday i'll hav alumni band, and sat and sun hav to stay home do hmrk and study and stuffs. really no life la! i feel so drifted frm the world outside now. cos i dun even noe wads the latest movie tats showing in cinemas. k la at least i noe got the wad "sky of love" and "rule #1".. haha. budden others i really dunno alrdy. today joseph asked "eh got watch semi-pro?" and den i gave him the "huh-wad-is-that" look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i still think the world is cruel.. KANASAI 2 and half hrs of GP tmr! daaaaaammmnnnn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5341916415400640280?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5341916415400640280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5341916415400640280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5341916415400640280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5341916415400640280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/assss-la.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5255986667848541100</id><published>2008-03-24T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:25:58.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this world is cruel, really v cruel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5255986667848541100?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5255986667848541100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5255986667848541100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5255986667848541100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5255986667848541100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-world-is-cruel-really-v-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8130104338079655398</id><published>2008-03-23T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:59:58.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah seh super long din update. haha. k la.. i survived 3 and a half days of permanent timetable alrdy, cos thurs was a half day, and fri public holiday. ohya. HAPPY EASTER! eeyer tmr monday again. i dun like mondays.. got the wad PC/CT period. is like the last period for the day la, 1hr some more! if nt i get to go home at 4.10 la! waste time sia.. aye basically the new timetable machiam sai la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now i super look forward to wed, fri and sat. got band!! haha. okay ytd alumni band was quite sian. had sectionals, no combine.. and scootin' on hardrock is a cool song! but v contradicitng.. the scores say "Scootin' On Hardrock. Three Short Scat-Jazzy Dances" yeah rite. three short dances, and the whole pieces is like 8min plus. v short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sia la tmr science enrichment programme... WTF is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm.. wed fri sat faster come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8130104338079655398?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8130104338079655398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8130104338079655398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8130104338079655398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8130104338079655398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/wah-seh-super-long-din-update.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6534757185863745309</id><published>2008-03-16T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:44:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah i super stress la! i managed to complete most of my GP hmrk, left one qns dunno how to do. but bio is really jialat la! i cant do most of the tutorials. den history even worse! nd to do essay, but the s.e.a. notes all one sentence one sentence sia. i wonder how am i going to write 2pages with the super-duper-uber simplified notes la! die die die die die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6534757185863745309?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6534757185863745309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6534757185863745309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6534757185863745309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6534757185863745309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/wah-i-super-stress-la-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5476901655719987366</id><published>2008-03-07T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:11:43.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay back to blog! 2nd week of sch, and its super tiring.. evryday lectures, lectures and more lectures. and i ate alot during wednesday's lunch break! i ate a plate of rice and a packet of green tea. but not full! so i ate a sandwich, plus a packet of cookies! haha. so far tats the most i ate for a break in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went marina sq to play bowling for class outing ytd. haha. we played 2 games, den during the 2nd game i thumb super painful alrdy, den the ball keep goin into the drain :P den after that went jamming wif joey's band. i played until my finger bleed! and sad thing is nobody got tissue, so boonchee went to mac to get serviette, by then the blood alrdy dry up le. haha. den cont jamming, the kena the same place again! and started to bleed again. cool la! the blood is really those 流下来 tat kind de.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and band ended v late today.. arnd 8 or 8plus.. and i reached home at 9! super cool. and when we came out of band room, the whole sch dark one! cant see a thing.. haha. i rmbr last time we stayed in band room in phs till like 7plus or 8, den the security guard will come and tell us to go home, cos he locking the gates alrdy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's carnival! hope nth goes wrong.. mus go support us ok ppl! im playing for joey's band!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5476901655719987366?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5476901655719987366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5476901655719987366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5476901655719987366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5476901655719987366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-back-to-blog-2nd-week-of-sch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-785712895101113273</id><published>2008-03-02T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:52:45.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week of proper lessons over! sch ends at 5.10pm for me evryday. like so unfair la! even those that also have bridging like joseph they all get to go home earlier, like 3.10 or 4.10.. lame la. cos my bridging is oways after 1hr of break. den wed din have bridging, tot can go back earlier. budden gt the super lame cca thing, end up release EVEN LATER than when dere's bridging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. still have econs to do.. which i duno how..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-785712895101113273?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/785712895101113273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=785712895101113273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/785712895101113273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/785712895101113273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-week-of-proper-lessons-over-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6089562637428256722</id><published>2008-02-25T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:00:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i was sooooo sleepy in sch today. wahkao first period was econs alrdy. in auditorium some more! early in the morning sit in air con room = sleeeeeeeeepy. carolin tan used to say "always start the day right". but now starting jiu so wrong loh. sia la.. and i was so relieved when the bell rang for econs bridging to end. but lucky econs quite interesting la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hav alot of breaks tmr. hav bio lecture in the morning followed by 2hrs of break. den 1hr of hist, and 1hr break.  1hr maths, 1hr chi, den 1hr break again. den lastly hav bio bridging. so many breaks, i dunno if its gd news or bad news man. i cant possibly be eating at evry break, if dun eat den i've nowhere to go! crazy timetable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6089562637428256722?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6089562637428256722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6089562637428256722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6089562637428256722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6089562637428256722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-i-was-sooooo-sleepy-in-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-237743374087927564</id><published>2008-02-23T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:45:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3days of orientation ended le! but today was the most fun de. esp mass games and dance. led the OG to do cheer for whole day wif alson, and den now i hav sexy voice. haha. and im actually hoping tat orientation can be extended by 1 or 2 more days. cos now we noe one another better, its super fun! ya first day was super sian, cos evryone like super 陌生, but second day gt so much better. 3rd day most fun de. aye but most of us will nt be same cls again bah. diff subjects and all tat. so i'll definitely miss OG4 and the OGLs, esp candice. she's so nice and fun la. den v hyper oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she sabo me! haha. sort of la. made to dance after prize presentation. on stage! super paiseh la! so partnered wif christine, and i forgot a few steps. even more paiseh. haha. but still, i had fun la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam and hop abit spoiler. the band played halfway and i think somethin fused. den took a while to fix it, den continue. but they shld play faster songs. jam and hop leh! play somethin like finch, sum 41, or anythin faster mah. play wherever u will go and chasing cars, nt suitable leh. mus play fast fast de songs! haha. ohman.. suddenly feel like jamming. LOC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really had fun during tis orientation, and oso in leading the OG for cheers. haha. candice calls me and alson cheerleaders. HAHAHA! THANK YOU OG4! THANK YOU WEI JIE, TRACY AND CANDICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIKALAKA PI AH PI AH CHIKALAKA PI AH PI AH SUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-237743374087927564?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/237743374087927564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=237743374087927564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/237743374087927564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/237743374087927564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/3days-of-orientation-ended-le-but-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8353139969483934701</id><published>2008-02-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:29:26.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohoo! 2nd day of orientation today. quite fun la. at least much better than ytd. ytd was like dead de la. den today got more games. tmr last day le! hopefully will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like writing a song! jus now took out my guitar, den nth to do jus anyhow strum.. den somethin nice came out, and den i tot "nt bad sia, can put into a song". so now ive got all my chords settle le. left the lyrics. shall work on it some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aiyo headache ah! i dunno wad subjects to choose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8353139969483934701?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8353139969483934701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8353139969483934701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8353139969483934701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8353139969483934701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoohoo-2nd-day-of-orientation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7405774904163232292</id><published>2008-02-20T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:48:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooo. MOE woke me up at 6.10am when i only managed to slp at arnd 4. din expect it to be so early cos the posting will only be shown on internet at 8am. and den i tot it was yi huan or siewhui or pongpong. cos i tend to receive sms frm them early in the morning. and when i open:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOE: Congrats ONG EE HUI, you are posted to YISHUN JC, SCIENCE (34S) under 2008 JAE. Pl report to JC/MI on 20 Feb 08 at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not v happy. cos MOE wake me up early in the morning! 6.10 leh! my mum jus woke up onli loh! haven even brush teeth or eat breakfast or go work! haha. and den siewhui said im in OG4, same as lynn. and lynn's threatened me to treat her nicely. haha. i'll consider..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v nervous! go dere, new sch, new ppl, new environment. and i super scared i'll lost my way in sch. like sec1 liddat. halfway thru cls go toilet, when i came out, i dunno where my cls is! luckily lipkai was dere, and den he said 这边这边。haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. gonna report in abt 7hrs time. like super fast la! tat time i was still working, den having such a super long break, den din work le, so rot at home, go out. and den now im starting sch in 7hrs! bloody hell! hope everythin turns out well, and tat i dun get lost. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7405774904163232292?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7405774904163232292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7405774904163232292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7405774904163232292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7405774904163232292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/woooo.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7928914807279014435</id><published>2008-02-16T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:18:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch ah long pte ltd. super funny! but alot of it was in cantonese, den i can onli understand abit, so most of the time i had to read subtitles. but still nice la. dunno why newspaper says it the worst 贺岁片.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den watched 娱乐百分百 in the evening. got this 林俊杰歌唱大赛. and the contestants have to read out a love letter they wrote themselves due to valentine's day. den one of them, his gf passed away in an accident last november. when he was reading the letter, can actually sense his sadness man! my tears come out alrdy le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya before i forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIPKAI! wahaha. cant believe he's 20 alrdy. time really passes super fast. 3,4 yrs ago, we're still wearing sch shorts, haven wear long pants yet! den on some days we'll go behind sch dere and eat. haha. 火烧的巴刹。(reminds me of siewhui) haha. ohya got one time we hav like an hr plus before band starts. so we wanted to go market dere eat, but back gate locked. den we lazy use front gate, cos walk v far. hence we decided to climb back gate, and i seriously hope tat no phs staff sees this. so we threw our bags over. pong pong was the first to throw. and den somehow he stuck up dere, cos inside the sch dere's a staircase leading to the gate, so can use the handrail to help us climb up, but the other side dun hav, when u come down, u hit the ground straight. so he was like up dere, dun dare to come down. so we were like "oie. u waiting for mr lim to come and rescue u?" haha. i swear it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sidetrack alrdy. okay so lipkai's 20 alrdy.. so fast 20 alrdy!! add 20 jiu 40 liao! become 中年人士。add another 20, SIA LA! 60 yrs old! become 乐龄人士! haha. cnt laugh.. another 2yrs den i'll shave my head alrdy. haha. really la.. is like super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had the strangest dream ytd. suuuuuper weird, and quite scary/unfortunate too. TOUCHWOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7928914807279014435?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7928914807279014435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7928914807279014435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7928914807279014435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7928914807279014435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-watch-ah-long-pte-ltd.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-165148743274783296</id><published>2008-02-14T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:47:49.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nyp.. wah seh the hotdog super nice! and its $1.20 onli.. super cheap! den slack in the library. aircon v shiok, but 越坐越冷。den went to pass siewhui her present, chit chat a while, den went home. haha. eventful valentine's day =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-165148743274783296?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/165148743274783296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=165148743274783296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/165148743274783296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/165148743274783296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8334038488604245486</id><published>2008-02-11T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:14:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人长大了，就会有越来越多的没有，&lt;br /&gt;有越来越多没有可能办到的事。&lt;br /&gt;长大后，也有越来越多没有办法回应的话，&lt;br /&gt;有越来越多没有理由的爱情挫折。&lt;br /&gt;人长大后，真的有很多的没有。&lt;br /&gt;但是让人长大的，也是这些没有。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8334038488604245486?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8334038488604245486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8334038488604245486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8334038488604245486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8334038488604245486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1186382039730593914</id><published>2008-02-03T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:02:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno wad to do or say anymore. when i talk to ppl abt it, i try to really pour everything out, but dere's oways some of it left behind. and i cant jus turn to anyone and tell them evrything. and when i wan to, they're not dere. evrywhere i go, i see things that i dowan to see. that's right, its a cruel world out dere. and how i wish i can just go to you, and tell u all the things i want to say in one breath. i really have alot alot alot of things that i want to tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you go, would you even turn to say "i don't love you, like i did yesterday".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1186382039730593914?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1186382039730593914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1186382039730593914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1186382039730593914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1186382039730593914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dunno-wad-to-do-or-say-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1308825103165160506</id><published>2008-01-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:32:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went bac to band today. i miss trumpet sect! super long din see them le. got a new sec3 junior. dunno wads her name though, but she seems nice.. as in wun attitude or anything. chatted quite alot wif alissa abt O lvls, studies.. and den she went arnd spreading nonsense =X and i really miss band. miss the wednesdays when we stayed in sch and having sectionals in the canteen.. bought them chocolate too. and den felicia said "很好咯。每次senior回来都有东西吃的。" and den i just HAHAHA super loud. dunno why, but she sounded super funny when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i nd to think abt wad to do/where to go tmr. i dowan to rot at home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1308825103165160506?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1308825103165160506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1308825103165160506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1308825103165160506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1308825103165160506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-bac-to-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2493024991906244615</id><published>2008-01-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:24:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to 外婆 hse for dinner jus now. like buffet liddat! they order pizza and kfc, den cook curry, roast duck, and bee hoon. super full.. and i think nobody touched the duck. and the others super fast la! end up i din get to eat the hawaiian pizza.. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell! dere de cousins, most of them are younger than me. one of them is girl, younger than me by 1mth plus i think. sia la grow super tall alrdy! even taller mi! den gt another, i think pri6 or sec1, same height as me! another guy, sec3 i think, wahlao oso taller than me.. sia la 现在的小孩都吃什么长大的?  i feel super zi bei now.. but nvm.. short ppl are cool! no air resistance, can run faster. can hide easily among the crowd. and short ppl can go thru high and low places, but tall ppl cant go thru low places! heh heh.. and tall ppl go anywhere oso kena the head easily.. soccer ball la.. apple/durian fall frm tree la.. lightning strike =X see? short ppl gt more advantage. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2493024991906244615?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2493024991906244615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2493024991906244615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2493024991906244615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2493024991906244615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-to-hse-for-dinner-jus-now.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-291985055321043797</id><published>2008-01-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:54:16.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great.. i got tricked again.. 2nd time alrdy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-291985055321043797?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/291985055321043797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=291985055321043797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/291985055321043797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/291985055321043797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/great.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-9042339096448581955</id><published>2008-01-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:17:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! got back results alrdy! and its great to be able to wear phs uniform again and seeing teachers and frens. super long nvr wear alrdy, so long tat i forgot how to la! i keep trying to tuck in the shirt, and it keeps falling out! and i din see ms choi. haha. i missed her la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was super shocked! i was still talking to yan zong when fabian started shaking me like crazy and yelling somethin to my face. i still dunno wad he toking until i saw the screen. one of the most improved! v touched and happy :) the day before my father still asked me "if u poly oso cnt go in, wad will u do?" i larf and ignore his qns. den when i told him i can go jc, he oso shock tio. my mum even more funny. she dunno the diff between jc and poly, only noe tat jc 2 yrs and poly 3 yrs. so when i told her i wanted to go jc, she asked "so wad course u wan?" den i was like "alamak jc no course one. onli gt maths, sci, etc.. like sec sch la." den she "orhhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how ppl manage to score single digit points sia! like super cool loh. i got 14 and 18. compare to those "crazy" ones of cos the diff is super great. but i tried my best, and hav no regrets :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-9042339096448581955?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9042339096448581955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=9042339096448581955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9042339096448581955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9042339096448581955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/woohoo-got-back-results-alrdy-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4516160847609317562</id><published>2008-01-24T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:02:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scroll dwn below the tagboard, pause the song, and look at this!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4516160847609317562?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4516160847609317562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4516160847609317562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4516160847609317562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4516160847609317562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/scroll-dwn-below-tagboard-and-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2884675357801470747</id><published>2008-01-24T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:52:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read this one teens mag a few days ago. its abt dodging unwanted qns during CNY. haha. super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 keep urself busy wif checking out the goodies spread out on the table. when someone asks sumthin, counter-attack by picking up the nearest goodie, and ask them if they noe the tradition behind eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 ans qns wif qns. if they ask "how are ur studies?" you can say "wad do u think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 say nice "its CNY, all i wan to do is relax" and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 ans wif yes, no, nt sure, smile and nod, ok loh, oh isit.. nth more than 3 words. or act shy and push the qns to ur parents or siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 fake a tummy ache. or let off some gas jus to prove ur point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 carry ur fone wif u. let ur fone 'ring' when they open their mouths, den excuse urself to the nearest exit point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 "its really nth interesting to tok abt, i hav a boring life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 the moment u reach, switch on tv, deposit ur butt to the couch for the nxt few hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 pretend tat ur mum needs help in the kitchen. move away b4 any relative can gt close to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 start a card game wif other cousins who are avoiding the same relatives as soon as u reach the hse ure visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2884675357801470747?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2884675357801470747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2884675357801470747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2884675357801470747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2884675357801470747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-read-this-one-teens-mag-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6432587222050814764</id><published>2008-01-20T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:13:35.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worked for 12 1/2 hrs ytd! and i earned 78bucks plus 10dollar angbao frm the wedding couple! and i finally saw siewhui after like 2 weeks. worked at mmb in the afternoon. super long since we worked at same place alrdy. and my tables' guests super nice la! when i nd to clear plates, they'll put their spoons and chopsticks aside. and they nvr give shit face! and they eat super fast. so i v happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say all gd things come to an end. evening shift siewhui, doreen and yi jin all work vanda. den i kena mmb again. 50 plus tables!! i was cursing inside “他妈的，没事这么有钱干麻” and den this time one of tables de guests super ma fan. at first onli one table, the nicer ppl one, was filled. ohya got 1 girl looks like anadee!! i tot i was seeing things man. den dinner abt to start liao, den the other table still empty. den i tot they wun be coming la. so abit happy. den when its time for pick-up, the whole family came. so i can onli get their drinks after first course, which is super rush.. wahlao come so late den i give them drinks late still gimme shit face. and i shared side station wif this new girl. at the start still ok. as it goes on, she practically dump evrythin on my big tray la. i dun mind clearing for her, but at least stack nicely la. and i really mean DUMP evrythin, jus PAH, and i hav to arrange, clear and serve. bloody hell. in the end i got so pissed tat i jus leave evrythin dere. when i clear main dish and side plates i bring straight to kitchen. den nd to set bowl for noodles and desert. so i prepare 20spoons 40bowls.. wahlao eh when i finish setting for noodles, i come bac, THE BOWLS GONE LA! so i hav to walk bac and get 20bowls again. den portion the noodles, my palm went numb. dunno why. so i finished scooping for one bowl, den PAH, the bowl drop on the susan. and twice sia!! at the nice ppl table. den this lady was saying 'its ok its ok". sooooooooo paiseh. plus my knee super painful la. felt like crying. i think i shld find another job. one tat dun nd walk like siao and see shitfaces, at least not so many. and end up bhaskar hav to clear the tray. the dinner ended and he came and said "brother, wads this?" sorry man. those dun belong to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi jin doreen say wan to eat. so last-trained hm wif siewhui. wah tok to her can vomit blood one. at first she say brain lag, den tok to her she nvr hear. den after tat gt somethin impt matter. and den she tricked me! first time! we reaching mrt station and she asked “如果我讲我有东西忘记拿，你会怎样?” so i told her “我会陪你回去拿” den she said “走咯” i tuned bac alrdy, goin to walk bac le, den she said “骗你的啦” and she really look like small kid to me. she's trying to slp on the train, den hugging her bag like pillow liddat. haha. or isit bcos im 17 alrdy??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6432587222050814764?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6432587222050814764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6432587222050814764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6432587222050814764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6432587222050814764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/worked-for-12-12-hrs-ytd-and-i-earned.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7564564960158208304</id><published>2008-01-18T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:36:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7564564960158208304?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7564564960158208304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7564564960158208304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7564564960158208304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7564564960158208304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4932780200163398715</id><published>2008-01-13T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:46:01.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back frm work. it was horrible man. at first was2 to 3, den dunno why became 1 to 1 in the end. and to think that i felt relieved at first. damn. my table was full of cheena ppl. yes. whole table. 10 of them. and i dun discriminate ppl frm china. but this table, wahlao. 酒鬼la!! at first still ok. den they started asking for red wine, so i serve to them loh. den ltr, they wan to chnge all red wine to beer. so i came in with 10beers. NABEH tats when my face totally chnge alrdy. wei qiang and i together, i think we served them arnd 7 or 8 jugs of beer. just tat table alone leh!! den when the beer finally ran out, i super happy! den one guy keep asking me for beer, and i told him 没有了。den he still keep asking for beer! damn. either he dun understand chinese, or he deaf. i dunno. might be both. den they keep toasting! and eat super slow. and i cant clear. damn. 1 to 1 is super shiok de loh. budden they make mi feel as im doin 1 to 3. here im trying to serve the food, drinks, do my job properly, so they happy i oso happy. dere they are being so inconsiderate. and when the dinner finally ended i felt like jumping man. finally over! O-V-E-R OVER! O-OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today diff ballroom wif siewhui and yi huan again. even more sian. starting of the day alrdy no mood le, cos i slp less than 5hrs the previous nite. i was like slping while standing on the train la! almost fell forward summore. den when i reach the hotel, alrdy half dead liao. check the board, WAHLAO EH! i felt like goin home le. so i was thinking "after work go MMB find them" budden they left earlier. i knocked off at 12, den go down, MMB empty alrdy. wah i almost died man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4932780200163398715?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4932780200163398715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4932780200163398715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4932780200163398715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4932780200163398715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-frm-work.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4662957491206162196</id><published>2008-01-12T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:41:47.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work ytd was v slack! ytd was western dinner, den only 4 course. did runner, so jus go in take the food, den other ppl serve. i nvr tot that work can be so slack de.. wah if evryday western dinner den shiok ah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4662957491206162196?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4662957491206162196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4662957491206162196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4662957491206162196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4662957491206162196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-ytd-was-v-slack-ytd-was-western.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6931581326276813876</id><published>2008-01-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:09:53.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din go to work.. somehow i feel that i wish to quit alrdy. dunno why. budden if quit, aye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get my bday present frm jessica. super cool! its printed wif a girl, nose bleeding, and den got one speech bubble saying "thanks for nothing u sick bastard". and den she's holding a soft drink can wif the words "enjoy kate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! i really wan to go bac to sch! maybe i shall wear sch u and gate-crash phs one day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6931581326276813876?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6931581326276813876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6931581326276813876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6931581326276813876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6931581326276813876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/din-go-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-618582344149764182</id><published>2008-01-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:41:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha! i think im crazy today. ytd end work at 11pm. den slept at 3am. woke up this morning at 6. woohoo! den i practically went online frm 6.30 all the way till 1plus.. and den my eyelids got sooooo heavy that halfway chatting wif yi huan, i told her to nudge me if i dun reply for v long. haha. really, i could doze off any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like goin bac to sch. so many right now are attending jc. think they're starting lessons soon. ohman. i miss the days in class when i was really paying attention, and busy taking notes during bio, and in other cases, pretending to be listening to the teacher. evrytime i go to work, i see so many ppl still get to wear sch u. feels kinda lost nt goin to sch. aye humans are weird creatures. when still schooling, i was dying for each day, each term to end. now not schooling alrdy, and i wan to get bac to school. 神经病! and i dunno wad i wan now. poly seems to hav v few courses tat interest me. den wad if i cant get in those i wan? aiyooo.. super ma fan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-618582344149764182?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/618582344149764182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=618582344149764182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/618582344149764182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/618582344149764182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/wahaha-i-think-im-crazy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8931083717512836002</id><published>2008-01-06T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:55:13.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. bac from work. today's been horrible. worked at vanda ballroom. dere were onli 24 tables, excluding the reserve table. and den i tio 2 to 3. so pair up wif han xu. during cocktail don cancelled my 2.30 de transport, den say i work until 11 onli. he say bcos he dowan me to drag his time, cos i do clearing v slow, and i cnt carry big tray. not bcos he biased or anything. i cant say im super fast, and i wun use my knee as an excuse, budden the last time i worked, wed i think, it was 1 to 2. and for the first time i did clearing using big tray, without breakages. maybe today's jus not my day.. super sad la! den during the wedding, i really feel super bad. han xu is super fast la. den i tried my v best to keep up wif her, but a few times cant cope. and worse is she can still smile and say "clear these, and den bring out the noodles". wah super guilty la! den after the cake was served, goin to serve dessert tat time, again she smiled and say to me "ok.. finishing le" really v guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've grown fat le. 3 bday cakes in 2 days. ohya and im 17 alrdy! fri met up wif fiona bc and lipkai. heh heh. i forgot to touch his head. met fiona and bc first, den go mos burger eat dinner. they super ass! bluff mi say go toilet, den they came bac wif bday cake. haha. thanks! den went to watch avp2. went home, and den another bday cake frm cousins.. den sat went bac phs for open hse, another slice frm siewhui and yongshan. fattening sia.. and thanks to those who wished me! 1 yr older, means 1 step closer to 入土为安。=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8931083717512836002?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8931083717512836002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8931083717512836002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8931083717512836002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8931083717512836002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2684985325720102076</id><published>2008-01-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:31:14.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooo.. 2008 is here. time passes super fast. arnd 2 and a half mths ago, we're still struggling for o lvls. and now, a new yr is here, many of us are starting sch in a few hrs time. to the new batch of sec4s, o lvl tis yr!! study hard! and i dunno if felicia will see this, but i promised to buy her a lorryload of bubble tea if she do well for exam. and for those starting jc, have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was.. wow. highs and lows, ups and downs. syf.. den things quietened down. lots and lots of remedial.. and den in cls, cant afford to miss out anything. budden quite fun.. home room system wasnt tat bad. i rmbr skipping eng class a few times wif chenjie.. seeing alissa on the corridor and telling her nt to skip lesson. cos she oways seems to be idling outside her classrm.. doin our own things during ss.. goin library to complete/copy a.maths during recess.. seeing siewhui in between classes and den she will hit me and i dunno why. till now i still dont.. in cls mr hui will tell mi evryday "charlie angel boss, pls take care of ur charlie angels" aiyo a yr passed and i still dunno how the hell i got tat name.. yi huan turning arnd and asking me "有没有笑话?" yvonne keeps asking me for spectacle cloth.. lingli's noise and her manhandling of yanzong's pencil case.. goin crazy wif yan zong in cls... wooo. super lots.. bt it'll take forever to list evrythin down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bac to band in aug for ndp. yup. last time the sec4s are playing in PHSSB. den Os came.. wah tat time, seriously, 24hrs a day wasnt enuf. evryday chiong studies, tys, can die. but its OVER! O-V-E-R OVER! hmm. this phrase sounds familiar. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we rejoiced, had band farewell, and things started again. LOC almost fell apart. come to think of it now, quite stupid la. wld nt hav happened if i wasnt so headstrong. but im glad things turned out well! im really glad we did redbar instead of prom. i used to have doubts, but now im v sure that prom wun turn out well.. nt like redbar. and i miss lipkai!! i wonder how he's doin. haven get to see him.. he only free on weekends, and i nd to work. but no choice.. cos they say "in s'pore, u dun work, u die. u work, u oso die". eh v true.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working again at 6pm. and i dunno wad time i shld stay until.. nowadays super no mood. i keep having the thought of wanting to knock off, end the day early. but knock off early, lesser money.. super sian!! i dunno wad i wan sia. only recently that i start to hav this feeling. summore if leave at 11.30, have to rush for last train. 12.30, nd to take transport, and i oways cnt alight at my hse dere cos the driver say v ma fan, have to go inside the neighbourhood, den turn one big round to main road again. so i oways nd to walk home frm bus stop.. take cab at 2.30 super nice, but super late oso. v luan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya i got a shock of my life in the morning. yi huan told me that day the girl she partnered wif is 20yrs old!! and den ryan oso. wth!! ryan looks at most 18 to me loh.. den the girl!! nt sure wads her name. she's abit shorter than me, and den at most she looked 17 to me onli! damn.. got a feeling of being cheated.. eeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2684985325720102076?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2684985325720102076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2684985325720102076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2684985325720102076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2684985325720102076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/woooo.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-9055737452592717574</id><published>2007-12-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:59:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ohya i have a few pictures to share. this one's taken by janelle.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3El3-sQqHI/AAAAAAAAABM/As8xnEUiIl8/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147937492712859762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3El3-sQqHI/AAAAAAAAABM/As8xnEUiIl8/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool! pet shop tat sells pies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took these while i was in china. wah their english is super powerful man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3EnMOsQqII/AAAAAAAAABU/luLbyjO0_DM/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147938940116838530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3EnMOsQqII/AAAAAAAAABU/luLbyjO0_DM/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? direct translation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3EnuesQqJI/AAAAAAAAABc/FpFESsZtNN0/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147939528527358098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3EnuesQqJI/AAAAAAAAABc/FpFESsZtNN0/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya. imagine someone counting money to my face. first thing i'll do is grab the money and run man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-9055737452592717574?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9055737452592717574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=9055737452592717574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9055737452592717574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9055737452592717574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohya-i-have-few-pictures-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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/_kLpUEg9r3JU/R3El3-sQqHI/AAAAAAAAABM/As8xnEUiIl8/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-8731273452739068747</id><published>2007-12-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:54:49.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy christmas eve! bac frm china.. wah the food dere super oily. i think i gained weight alrdy. den the ppl dere v weird! they like to walk walk walk den bang into ppl de. as if they turn their feet and walk another direction will die a horrible death. damn.. and the traffic dam scary! zebra crossing is ppl allow cars to cross first de. den if u cross halfway gt car come, they wun stop, but will start honking u like mad.. ridiculous. and den v cold. first day dere, i finished bathing and den i was shaking! 2nd day onwards nt so bad, get used to it le. budden still v cold, so i wore a tshirt, den 1 long sleeve, 1 jacket, and den 1 windbreaker.. crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dun think i'll get to work this wk. wah the booking.. 讲到就气. super troublesome.. call alrdy, either no one pick up the fone, all say busy, ask u call another day.. super pissed la.. neh mind. christmas coming.. cnt angry. and i feel old. 10 days after christmas and i'll be 17 alrdy.. eeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8731273452739068747?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8731273452739068747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8731273452739068747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8731273452739068747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8731273452739068747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-eve-bac-frm-china.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8013695339657011065</id><published>2007-12-12T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:07:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6th day of work today. first time work at mmb. i prefer vanda. not so many tables, den no nd walk so far frm ballroom to kitchen. and danced for the first time today. and wad others said are true.. "you try v hard, non-stop, and jus when u thought evrythin will turn out the way u wan, shit happens". i dunno. maybe im jus trying too hard. or maybe i shldnt have tried at all. its always like this. so many things happen at one go, the way i didnt wan them to turn out. yeah. tats how bad it is. one wave hits u, and u fight to gasp for air, and then another wave hits u like dere's no tmr, drowning u completely. and evrything ends, becomes meaningless, and doesnt matter anymore. and u feel tat u can do all sorts of crazy stuffs. u can walk on the road, and praying hard tat a car wld hit u and send u staright to hell. walk on the streets and start cursing at evrythin or evryone u see. look down frm a building and thinking of the saying "wad goes up must come down". or looking at the orbituary, trying to find ur picture up dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair, and unpredictable. one moment ure damn happy and over the moon. evrythin seems to fall into place perfectly, like a fairytale. but soon u realise there's more than meets the eye. u fall, hit rock-bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say time heals all wounds. but at the same time, it waits for no one. how long will it take to heal? 1 mth? 1yr? damn. by the time they heal things wun be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. maybe one day i'll wake up and all these will be a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8013695339657011065?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8013695339657011065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8013695339657011065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8013695339657011065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8013695339657011065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/6th-day-of-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-9180652602234445180</id><published>2007-12-10T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:23:54.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th day of work today. it seems like the no. on the security really plays a part. ytd my pass no. was 168. wahaha! 一路发。and evrythin went on smoothly. no spills, breakages, nth.. den today got 121 i think. den i broke 2 bowls and 1 spoon. kannan was dere, and he asked "is it bcos im here that's why u break?" i told him "yeah i think so". den he said "u think so. i whack u ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya the tables i serve ytd and today, the guests all v kind! ytd's table got quite a number of ladies. den i nd to clear table or pour, they'll immediately siam one side. den today nd to serve shark fin all those. the uncles will help mi turn the glass susan. and i noe how to cut fish! as in nt cut until like shit liddat. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing ipod for repair tmr. damn sad la. tat day i wanted to put songs, den plug to com, the ipod jus hang dere. press anything oso cnt. jiu stuck dere. den the nxt day, the whole thing cnt switch on. normally if no batt it'll show sumthin like "pls connect to power supply" den turn off itself. now no nth. DIE! now evryday take train frm yishun to city hall no music. wah can die man. den by the time i reach the hotel, im half dead alrdy.. sekali they say beyond repair. damn. i think i'll cry on the spot. ohya today on the train, one old man board the train. den like no one stand up to offer seat loh. dere's this guy sitting right beside the door. he was wide awake! den the old man walked, he pretend to be aslp. damn. den got one girl stood up. yay! ur kind soul will be rewarded. yeah. ive learnt to respect and treasure old ppl ever since my grandpa left us. and den today's wedding the groom thanked his granny for evrythin. wow! damn touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. working till wed. den thurs rest. and if apple can repair my ipod, i'll kneel down and kowtow 3 times to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-9180652602234445180?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9180652602234445180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=9180652602234445180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9180652602234445180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/9180652602234445180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/4th-day-of-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6252187980836689641</id><published>2007-12-06T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:57:41.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant slp!! so i shall update abt my first day of work. yup started work on monday as a waiter. first time!! quite ok. but v tiring. den tat day got ppl wedding. v busy. and i dunno how to cut the fish. den cut until v ugly.. i oso dunno how to use the spoons to kiap noodles. end up v slow. i think the ppl at tat table damn pissed. sorry man.. den after the wedding dinner, clear up, stack chairs.. basically remove evrythin frm the ballroom. oh and i learnt tat the glass tat can turn on the table is called glasss susan. haha. so cool rite the name.. but so many names, why use susan? why nt call mary? lucy? and why mus girl's name? HAHA! ohman.. im starting to sound like yi huan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work after the dinner wasnt tat stress.. wiped plates. wah i tell damn alot loh.. dere were like 6 stacks, den 1 stack arnd 25 plates or more.. cool!! i wiped more than 150 plates! den arrange tea cups, carry lots of stuffs.. knock off at 2am.. reached hm at 3.30, and i felt like vomitting after the cab ride.. and now my arms are aching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den nxt day head bac dere in the morning wif siewhui. nd to fill up application form.. if nt the money gone. my alarm rang at 8am, press liao den go bac to slp. den i woke up again at 8.30, den simply jumped out of bed. we were meeting 10am at city hall, and i had to leave home at 9. den chiong ah.. den siewhui told she overslept. HAHA! den reach dere, fill up evrythin.. and i almost missed my stop when i came bac.. the train speaker said "yishun", den i jus woke up onli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri working. and i wan my arms to recover. if not there'll be spills and breakages..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6252187980836689641?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6252187980836689641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6252187980836689641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6252187980836689641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6252187980836689641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-slp-so-i-shall-update-abt-my.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-905877328119396894</id><published>2007-11-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:07:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohoho. shall start wif 2e bbq on 26th nov. that pong pong ah, i almost killed him. the day b4 i told him meet at yio chu kang at 4pm. he tot yishun! alamak. den we took bus 76. damn demoralising. after like 40mins? ya we'll still in yck road. WTH!! den reach dere, the drive scam us. and we went in thru the wrong entrance. our pit was no.10. and when we walked in, the ugly brown signboard showed "BBQ 49". DAMN!! walked super duper long, i think longer than the distance during jogathon. if i see that driver again, i'll rip his ass open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toilet v far frm our shelter, so wan to go toilet hav to cycle. ohya we saw a tree tat was friggin scary. it was directly under the light, v distinctive, the shape of a woman. can see the body, hair etc. den arnd 3 or 4am, went to bathe. den lipkai felt like shitting! wah damn funny. he was like "我想大便leh. 可是这里酱臭，坐上去就大不出了". and one more thing, bathroom no cubicle.. so its like army tat kind, stand one row, and let the super cold water run down frm head to toe. COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slp for like 2hrs in the morning, cos hav to wait for the bike shop to open. came home. den afternoon went out again. wah damn tired i tell u.. i was standing in the train and slping, and i almost fell forward. but v fun!! and the chicken wings v nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya shld write abt rewind at red bar. to be honest im nt satisfied. the equipment was baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. the band b4 us damaged the drum pedal, so they took quite long to fix it. and den our turn. last song, and the pedal thing happen again. end up i had to use left foot to play. but anw, i did wad i wanted to do. yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, evryday at home shake leg. ohya i completed manhunt 2 on psp! its a great game! abt this guy put in the asylum, so he escapes and tries to find put abt his past. den hav to kill ppl. damn cool la. can use plastic bag to sufocate ppl. pen to poke ppl's eyes and body and make them bleed to death.. haha. gory and sadistic, but nice! ok.. so now i nd to job. den i wun be wasting my life away.. 只活一次!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-905877328119396894?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/905877328119396894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=905877328119396894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/905877328119396894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/905877328119396894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-219434197208819854</id><published>2007-11-26T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:01:12.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rewind @ red bar is over.. maybe it's time to leave evrythin behind.. i dunno. im left hanging, nt here nt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people fight,&lt;br /&gt;some people fall.&lt;br /&gt;others pretend they dont care at all.&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand right beside u.&lt;br /&gt;the day that u fall,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be right behind u.&lt;br /&gt;to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;if u dont believe me,&lt;br /&gt;jus look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;cuz the heart nvr lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, the heart nvr lies. but now i dunno wad the heart wants..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-219434197208819854?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/219434197208819854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=219434197208819854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/219434197208819854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/219434197208819854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/rewind-red-bar-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8518495286146608744</id><published>2007-11-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:02:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooo.. ok its almost 2pm.. abt 4 more hrs! siewhui says counting down will make u more nervous. ya true. but i cant help it! the weather is v hot now, but my hands and feet are abit cold. AHHHHH! hu xi hu xi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8518495286146608744?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8518495286146608744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8518495286146608744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8518495286146608744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8518495286146608744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/ooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5050323346811153561</id><published>2007-11-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:44:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man!! wah i tell u the weather is damnnnn hot! i can be perspiring when im jus sitting down and using com. after i bathed! hav been jamming alot this week. and voice is like, CHANGED! my throat hurts when i swallow something or drink water.. and worse is tmr got jamming, and the gig is this sunday. DAMN! stress sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the weird thing is after a long day, i cant go to slp at nite! im damn tired, and once i lie down i dowan to get up, budden jus cant slp. old liao... AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th 25th 25th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red bar red bar red bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress stress stress..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5050323346811153561?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5050323346811153561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5050323346811153561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5050323346811153561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5050323346811153561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-wah-i-tell-u-weather-is-damnnnn-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3033621870314022144</id><published>2007-11-15T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:00:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are just happening so fast. and now, everything's coming to an end. sec sch life.. evrythin. band farewell jus now. i think the juniors did quite a gd job. and it's like not long ago we were planning farewell for our seniors. and now its our turn. and im v happy that felicia improved alot in her playing.. dunno if she'll see this, but continue to jiayou ya? so, that marks the end of my days in PHSSB, officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this, but i hav a feeling tat LOC's ending too. tats a great possibility, and is almost inevitable. i still rmbr sec2.. it started out wif boonchee, fiona and lipkai learning guitar. den i joined them a while ltr.. budden the fees v high, so i stopped my drum lessons. and den we needed vocalist and bassist, so jolyn and riki joined us. den left.. den marius and jared joined us, but marius disappeared after a while. den we settled down, wif all the posts fulfilled. but no one to sing back-up. so one day lipkai asked "hey can u sing back-up?" i told him i can try. it turned out better than i can ask for. so yup, we had a complete band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a few gigs. but i only consider gas haus as our first one, officially, wif the 4 of us. then had phs carnival. tat was waaaayyyy cool man. "letters to you" required screaming. and although i lost my voice several times, im happy. why? cos its for the band. not jus any band, but LOC. it spells love, L-O-V-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt in line, rewind @ red bar. i jus hope that evrythin will turn out well, and tat the ppl i hope to be dere will be dere. im nt a christian. but for the first time in my life, im praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus wan it to be a memorable one, and ppl will rmbr that LOC existed, and the fun and times we shared together to be remembered. this band. it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. so for the first time, i submit to God and whatever that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3033621870314022144?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3033621870314022144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3033621870314022144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3033621870314022144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3033621870314022144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-are-just-happening-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5244006361980889810</id><published>2007-11-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:46:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. almost 1 mth since i wrote something here. last paper tmr!! yes, like finally. and it's goin to be a buzy mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov - band farewell&lt;br /&gt;19th Nov - grad nite&lt;br /&gt;25th Nov - Rewind @ Red Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up to 25th, dere will be jamming. packed Nov. but at least i dun waste my time away. heh heh. like yi huan said, "只活一次". and so it'll be LOC's last gig. and i dun even noe if LOC will still exist after this. most probably not.. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RzgQ9vd2HBI/AAAAAAAAABE/brEWQtUx45E/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131870428288392210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RzgQ9vd2HBI/AAAAAAAAABE/brEWQtUx45E/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested? feel free to approach me, lipkai, or boonchee. or jared for non phs-ians. haha.. ohya our slot is in the evening, arnd 6plus.. try to go ya??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5244006361980889810?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5244006361980889810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5244006361980889810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5244006361980889810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5244006361980889810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RzgQ9vd2HBI/AAAAAAAAABE/brEWQtUx45E/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-357065549250527260</id><published>2007-10-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:22:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RxTkcfHVBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W07vHS2UVu8/s1600-h/180px-Harrypottaaalv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121969854266803538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RxTkcfHVBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W07vHS2UVu8/s320/180px-Harrypottaaalv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's Famous line: "Hogwarts? THIS IS SPARTAAA!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. i laughed like mad when i saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-357065549250527260?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/357065549250527260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=357065549250527260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/357065549250527260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/357065549250527260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/harrys-famous-line-hogwarts-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RxTkcfHVBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W07vHS2UVu8/s72-c/180px-Harrypottaaalv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-7057070109947745102</id><published>2007-10-14T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:09:24.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.. i think im losing my voice. having sexy voice for 3 days alrdy. no pain, so cant be sorethroat.. so i dunno wads wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7057070109947745102?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7057070109947745102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7057070109947745102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7057070109947745102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7057070109947745102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-667853344826871279</id><published>2007-10-06T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:13:49.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grad service ytd.. quite nice la. i find mr chandra's powerpoint v touching. and i'll miss his bio lessons, and his crude cursings =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss 蔡老师. my chinese jumped frm c5 to a2 cos of her, and i'll be grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, mr hui. i'll miss his story-telling, and his "if you wan to noe more, see mi after sch, one to one", and him saying "charlie angel boss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll definitely miss the class. note: i said cls, not the sch.. alright i shall take the memories wif me, and leave a legacy behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mock exam for 4days nxt week. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-667853344826871279?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/667853344826871279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=667853344826871279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/667853344826871279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/667853344826871279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/grad-service-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1285255051105076193</id><published>2007-10-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:51:25.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>graduating tmr. so its true tat time really flies. (im not goin to be emo here, or at least, i'll try nt to) i wanted so much to graduate in the past. and it seems like things only starts to get fun and interesting during the 2nd yr when ure in a new cls.. 2E'05 was fun and spells L-O-V-E, and 4I'07 is practically crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in class yanzong was like "im gonna miss this class".. den he said tat he'll miss me. and den i shoot at him and said "eh dun gay la". HAHAHA! but im nt trying to say anything negative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we were in the chapel, chenjie had this funny conversation wif miss tang.. miss tang was asking why hav to draw staight line to find gradient or sumthin, and den she said "bcos ur points are wrong. if u use 2 incorrect points, do u think ur ans calculated will be correct?" and den chenjie told her "but chem is liddat leh. insoluble + insoluble become soluble". HAHAHA. wah i almost died man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tmr, it'll be mugging, mugging and more mugging. and den 13th Nov will be the day i go crazy again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1285255051105076193?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1285255051105076193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1285255051105076193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1285255051105076193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1285255051105076193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduating-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1938603324474048521</id><published>2007-10-03T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:16:31.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i endured 3 boring days of the final week of sch. and today was dumb. went to sch jus for a single period of bio.. damn. and it seems like ppl are stressed up, study too much, and practically went crazy alrdy. laughed until stomach pain in cls today.. and the highlight for the day was mrs lua's lesson. she said "those who dowan to listen can go out the cls".. so off we went, and dere was onli 5 ppl in the cls. went library, budden librarian goin lunch.. so went bac up, and i learned to how make flowers :) ok i noe im slow.. but nt my fault mah. guys naturally have bigger fingers.. i took like more than an hr to finish one. phew.. learning a new song to jam is so much easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to eat wif janelle after sch. as i said, most of us hav gone crazy. so i did a lil bi of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN4NnAitTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQv7VpR6g2s/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117065776827905330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN4NnAitTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQv7VpR6g2s/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN47XAitUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mMV7vE4f92s/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117066562806920514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN47XAitUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mMV7vE4f92s/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN5TXAitVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j1YXoqUOpKU/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117066975123780946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN5TXAitVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j1YXoqUOpKU/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN5pXAitWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UYDIzThdiEI/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117067353080903010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN5pXAitWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UYDIzThdiEI/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah shit! magic revealed as the cup was too heavy =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1938603324474048521?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1938603324474048521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1938603324474048521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1938603324474048521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1938603324474048521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-endured-3-boring-days-of-final-week.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RwN4NnAitTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQv7VpR6g2s/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-3137003835205658087</id><published>2007-09-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:28:56.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! sentosa was fun :) only tat i got burnt.. and my nose v red! looks like christmas is coming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3137003835205658087?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3137003835205658087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3137003835205658087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3137003835205658087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3137003835205658087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-sentosa-was-fun-only-tat-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7911540758716096741</id><published>2007-09-19T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:19:38.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我快要病死了！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and was sneezing like mad. wonder which idiot is scolding me. and now ive starting coughing alrdy. but nvm.. last paper of prelim today! WOOOOOOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7911540758716096741?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7911540758716096741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7911540758716096741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7911540758716096741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7911540758716096741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-woke-up-and-was-sneezing-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3979275665799643541</id><published>2007-09-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:37:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think tat woman in my hse is mad. as if she'll die a horrible death if she dun pick a fight wif someone.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise tat nt only i encounter the problem, my father and my sis oso hav difficulty communicating wif her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting frm the morning, i woke up and watched 乐乐窝。and she started her nonsense of i-only-watch-tv-and-play-com-and-dun-study. she herself slp until the total defence alarm became her alarm clock la! even tat faggot downstairs who was drilling and hammering his hse (or isit butthole?) non-stop couldnt wake her up. jus bcos i study during the nite when she's slping like the dead doesnt mean i din study ok. and will i be so stupid to play a fool wif my own grades? NO! i admit tat im interested in things other than studies, budden i noe my priorities. shit her man. and den study for a few hrs hav to rest and relax wad. ltr i kee siao she'll be the first one tat i hurl out of the window. and i almost shout 4 letter word at her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied physics after lunch, and den my sis start to play ps2. and tat woman started yakking again. dun she get tired? my sis got so pissed tat she went down to grandma's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father came bac frm work. think tat woman's relative's daughter is getting married bah. den i think she treating buffet. den i heard her saying sumthin like "ur relatives give treat i oways go, now my relatives treat and u dowan to go" when my father din say anything. crazy sia.. she's completely mental. either she having menopause, or she's sex-deprived. one day i call the woodbridge ppl to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah heck. wait till after Os and get bac my results. im nt hoping for straight As for 6 points. i jus wan to be able to get into the course i wan. 13points.. tat'll shut her up, cos she din even hav secondary education. reason? there were no schools willing to accept insane ppl, neither were there special schools. i think if have, they wun want her oso.. HAHA! even special school kids have higher EQ than her man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3979275665799643541?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3979275665799643541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3979275665799643541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3979275665799643541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3979275665799643541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-tat-woman-in-my-hse-is-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6047885102012459274</id><published>2007-09-13T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:19:52.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! halfway thru prelims. after tmr, i'll be able to relax abit. cos it'll be 1 paper per day frm friday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wan to complain abt bio! i studied so much on the eye, lens, drugs etc. and things that came out were heart, and wadeva.. and a.math sad to say, i complete less than 5qns. and those i complete may nt be correct. pek cek.. SEAB shld allow candidates to tear up the qns paper and leave the exam hall anytime the candidates deem fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.maths tmr. somethin to be worth the time and effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6047885102012459274?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6047885102012459274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6047885102012459274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6047885102012459274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6047885102012459274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-halfway-thru-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5788720579633526467</id><published>2007-09-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:32:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im taking a break frm studying. din really make gd use of holiday. only until ytd, i had the urge to study ss. and i din noe which chapters to choose. like so damn freaking alot la. decided to focus on sustain development and governance.. hopefully will come out, if nt i'll cry. din touch a.maths. i think i'll jus do those qns i know, and those i dunno, i wun struggle. cos i know i wun pass even if i spend the whole week of holiday on a.maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss paper is b4 a.math. i tink i'll fall aslp during a.math paper. ok, back to ss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5788720579633526467?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5788720579633526467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5788720579633526467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5788720579633526467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5788720579633526467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-taking-break-frm-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3397661613359818272</id><published>2007-09-03T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:27:48.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh great. how am i supposed to study when the faggot below is drilling non-stop? i've been using a bamboo pole to hit the floor for the past one and a half hr. tat's it man. THIS IS WAR!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3397661613359818272?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3397661613359818272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3397661613359818272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3397661613359818272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3397661613359818272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8200799407173680710</id><published>2007-08-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:39:52.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woot! eng prelim today. i think screwed up paper 1. i knew nuts abt the 5qns. so skipped to part 2. and den back to part 1. but i still dunno which one to choose. end up choosing the ageing population.. the qns are ridiculous la.. and on the way home this auntie sitting beside mi in the bus. she was like coughing non stop and din cover her mouth. and den she started to eating the &lt;em&gt;impact&lt;/em&gt; sweets. funny thing was she was popping them non stop into her mouth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno why, but my mum was like a mad woman today. i was washing the cup, and den she complain tat i turn the tap too big. irritating la. so i turn it until the water was like dripping drop by drop. den jus now she complain i switch on too many lights. so i switched off every single light and lit a candle. den i giv her those "liddat u happy?" face. den she diam diam and went into her room. oh yes! battle won. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya and i find this hilarious. 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YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. siiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2731121421363395089?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2731121421363395089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2731121421363395089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2731121421363395089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2731121421363395089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/common-tests-over.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7456558713720155008</id><published>2007-08-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:22:43.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was officially my last saturday band practice. its just 4 days to my last performance as a member of PHSSB.. and den, it'll be goodbye PHSSB. mr tan said thank you sec 4s for coming. and den wednesday will be the last time we're playing. dunno why, but my nose felt sour.. i packed my things and left quickly. if i stayed any longer, i think my tears will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate goin for band alot. i joined in sec2, and den had to learn evrything from scratch. i was irritated when i got switched to trumpet sect. budden after a while, trumpet was much more fun to play. but every practice will be playing scales, memorising the fingerings, and den lots and lots of theory. seemed v boring. and then hui kuoon damn fierce la. i was damn afraid of her. she'll make us run and pump and evrything. tats why i dreaded go for band. den saturday's practice was v early. 9am. i had to wake at 7.30. sometimes im too lazy to wake up, and i'll just tell stella tat im sick. den got into main band, and things started to spice up. the very first piece i learned was all i ask of you.. budden, i still felt tat practice was boring, esp sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i started to like band really alot in sec3, due to some reasons. teaching juniors was fun, and den i got to learn to play many new pieces. band was simply fun!! i could stay in the band room playing over and over again frm morning to night. at tat time, if someone dun let me go band, i'll yell at the person and whack him/her. i rmbr i got damn pissed and angry during LOC's church performance. cos i had to leave early, and had to miss 3hrs of band practice.. and i almost fell out wif LOC.. dere was once when i went for band after sch, wif a fever of 38degrees. sounds crazy.. siewhui kept nagging at me and ask me to go home and see doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, sec 4 alrdy. those hours of gruelling practice for SYF.. i felt happy. sometimes i wish i was in normal stream. den can spend another year in band. i really learned alot in these 3yrs. if i can go bac to sec1, i'll join band and nt some boring CCA which almost handicapped me. i'll go for evry single practice. go until mr tan is tired of seeing me. and tell him i wanna join trumpet sect, and play until i cant play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes by, and we all have to move on. memories will always stay. but still, 还是有很多很多的依依不舍。perhaps i'll continue to join band in poly, budden, PHSSB will always be the best band i've ever joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enuf of emo stuffs. whent for fiona's bday party after band. quite fun, and the donuts were damn nice. and jasper was so damn cute. ohya he sabo me. he chose a "dare" card for me, and i had to undergo makeover and ask a stranger how to go woodbridge. bc helped me put on eyeliner, and den i wear her shades, approached these 2 aunties and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: auntie 你们会去板桥吗?&lt;br /&gt;auntie: 什么板桥?&lt;br /&gt;me: 板桥啦。那个医院。&lt;br /&gt;auntie: 去板桥做什么?&lt;br /&gt;me: 去。。。看人&lt;br /&gt;auntie: 你们就是从板桥来的咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao damn paiseh la. i think they know we're playing a prank. so, anything la. and it'll be back to studies again. history CT and bio spa on monday. shall chiong tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 8th august. it'll be a really really great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can we make this lasts forever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with every word, we'll not 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home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2510210724583332085</id><published>2007-07-31T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:40:35.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho.. im excused frm pe for 3 weeks. ytd nite studying ss, den suddenly my knee felt numb. when to see doc in the afternoon, and den the doctor say got body fluid clot dere. its swollen oso.. have to wear knee support, and if the swelling doesnt go away after 2 weeks, i'll hav to go for MRI scan. cool sia. but damn expensive. one area cost abt $500-$600.. wahlao eh. and the feeling damn scary la.. when i walk it feels like dere's something stuck in my knee, den hav difficulty straightening my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. dere's chapel, 2 periods of eng, and remedial in the afternoon tmr. i dun feel like goin to sch tmr la!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2510210724583332085?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2510210724583332085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2510210724583332085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2510210724583332085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2510210724583332085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;after sch i chiong like mad. ran home frm mrt station, and den i realise the lift broke down!! wah freak. as the other lifts are being upgraded, we only hav a lift.. so i ran up the stairs. 8 freaking storeys! and den rushed like mad, took cab to meet them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamming went pretty well. and the price of it is losing my voice. jam letters to you for like 5 times, and den my voice is half gone. and dere's band tmr, so i wonder how am i going to play.. my throat hurts even when i yawn.. siao liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-893062312123512566?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/893062312123512566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i took the lift up just now, and dere's tis woman tat looks like late 20s or early 30s. she damn weird la. she entered the lift at 3rd storey.. and she's carrying lots of plastic bags, like jus came bac frm market or somethin. so she came in, and den pressed for the 5th storey. when she went out of the lift, she disappeared into the staircase area, which i believe she took the stairs.. unbelieveable as the lift has been upgraded alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum just now:&lt;br /&gt;me: 刚才一个人很奇怪。。。。。。可能是鬼上身&lt;br /&gt;mum: 她去别人的家是吗？然后才回自己家咯。几岁？&lt;br /&gt;me: 不懂。20多，30多啦。鬼上身的人是很难知道她几岁的。&lt;br /&gt;mum: 哈哈。不要乱讲话啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but serious, i think either she's possessed, or i really met a ghost. but where got so 邪门? tat time i came home arnd midnight, the lift stopped at 3rd storey halfway when coming dwn. and den i went in, no one inside. go up, stopped at 3rd storey again. i even popped my head out of the lift, budden no one was there. wah seh.. THIS IS SO COOL LA! my block's 3rd storey got &lt;em&gt;hantu&lt;/em&gt;! haha. ok. this feels like an episode of incredible tales. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4728069307520330089?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4728069307520330089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4728069307520330089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4728069307520330089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4728069307520330089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5628344563104130328</id><published>2007-07-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:12:14.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah seh! long day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only told today tat we hav maths remedial on tues. went for it till 4, den played bball. torn my shirt. my mum tot i got into a fight. and den went for chem nite cls. brain was lagging like siao la. but still understand wads exothermic and endothermic. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-deadbeat-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5628344563104130328?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5628344563104130328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5628344563104130328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5628344563104130328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5628344563104130328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah-seh-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3581996099065677865</id><published>2007-07-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:41:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's date is so nice! 070707.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was woken up by pongpong's msg at 4.44am!! FREAK YOU LA. he told mi to giv him morning call.. den went to band early. shit man. too long nvr play, and now i cant tongue, cant play high notes. mr tan say i dropped alot.. siewhui din come. felt weird.. den played ndp songs. wah damn fed up la. cant play.. tats it.. im goin band evry wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and live earth is cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3581996099065677865?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3581996099065677865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3581996099065677865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sitting dere. butt v pain.. chi even worse.. dunno why but wednesdays' chi lesson seem extremely long. felt v sleepy. mr hui released us early cos most of the class went for oral. so behind sch eat, den late for chem lesson. but it was productive la. at least i noe how to do those flow chart qns alrdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band, but the juniors having test so din get to play. ohya, felicia say i look like african!! wth?! she came into band room and said "wah seh 你真得很黑 leh. 我还以为有一个非洲人在这里。" eh hello, got so jialat mah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes fri no sch. shall go swimming again. heh heh.. but dere's chi oral tmr.. eeyer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1682129370062819768?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-31752113.post-7233889288951214197</id><published>2007-07-02T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:03:52.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for bball ytd. yeah and i injured my foot. din land properly when i jumped for the rebound, so i landed without my heel touching the ground. and den onli a bit pain, so i continued playing.. now my left foot 肿得跟猪脚一样！！goin to see doc ltr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7233889288951214197?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7233889288951214197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long day.. and i jus reached home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bio spa in the morning. quite easy la. just test for reducing sugar and protein, den record down in a table. but the only weird thing is mrs andrews asked me to do step 3 and 4 after i finished. which is add 2cm3 of solutions A, B, C into 3 test-tubes. den add equal amt of benedict solution. doesnt make sense right? cos adding benedict solution wun cause anything to happen. but wadeva la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den had oral. wah wait damn long la. i got mr chin as examiner. haha. damn funny. the pic showed a hospital ward wif 4 ppl. so i told him the lady might be ill or fell down in the bathroom. nd to be hospitalised. he asked me wad will happen. so i said she will be staying in the hospital for a few days to recuperate. den he was like "so nth happen la. just slp on the bed isit" and i quickly replied "the doctor may do x-ray to ensure tat there are no broken bones" WTH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band. it feels great to be back. played sunrise and safari. but safari v fast. today mr tan abit weird. dunno wads wrong wif him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home. went out again to celebrate cousin's bday. go marina bay for steamboat, played arcade and bowling. and im meeting yz for bball tmr. im gonna die soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, great day. cos got band :) HEH HEH..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-214569459126092007?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/214569459126092007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=214569459126092007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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neck din break. thats wad u get for $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz so after all we dont get to jam on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word : PISSED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6897772147677868101?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6897772147677868101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6897772147677868101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6897772147677868101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6897772147677868101'/><link rel='alternate' 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-31752113.post-1665640075358570661</id><published>2007-06-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:04:10.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays goin to end le. a.maths left a few questions. wah the paper power i tell u. got 3 additional questions, den 1 full paper. i took 3hrs to complete the 3 qns. how to go exam liddat?! went to cousins hse for mahjong ytd nite at 10pm. den play till 1am plus, hungry.. so we went down for prata. nobody chap us loh.. got to raise our hand. den went bac, watched 刺青。cousin bought the dvd. its rated R21, but seriously dere's NO NUDE NO NOTHING! jus lesbian.. den quite boring.. cos its very draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home arnd 4.30am. den today 10am wake up. slack. den afternoon cycled to blk 700+ buy the antivirus thing. mine expired.. den the uncle say jus key in the new number written on the cover. i asked "no nd install the whole thing again".. and he said no need.. WTH! the 5 sets of numbers cost $35! what is this man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum scolded me for cycling instead of taking bus.. but hello! take bus is like damn long la, need to go 1 big big round, still nd to wait.. i cycle dere come bac, 45min.. take bus confirm longer de.. nvm. i din argue wif her. i jus din ans her qns.. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yanzong ask mi go amk hub wif him tmr. he say he wan to shopping???? eee.. 2 guys shopping sounds gay.. haha. nvm.. im nice, so i'll go wif him. yeah and he betta have some form of actions to show his gratitude, if not when sch reopens.... heh heh.. that's it man. then its 3 cheers for sweet revenge. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1665640075358570661?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1665640075358570661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1665640075358570661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1665640075358570661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1665640075358570661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-goin-to-end-le.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-5804596401994778439</id><published>2007-06-09T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:54:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAS! i read from mxtabs.net that the site will be reopened again. it closed down in 2006 due to copyrights issues. and it'll be up again soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mxtabs.net/blog/"&gt;http://www.mxtabs.net/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn happy when i saw this. lipkai told me that we gonna jam letters to you. so i thought i'll try my luck again. i went to yahoo.com and typed "letters to you drum tabs". woot! it appeared and i clicked on it. den saw this news. WAHAHAHA! cos for very long i have been learning songs by ear, den go youtube watch live videos. but very hard, esp those complicated parts, and sometimes the video doesnt show the drummer. so i have to come up with something of my own.. but its also good, cos can train the ears.. so i'll use it when i really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mxtabs is really the best i've came across.. sites like 911tabs, ultimate guitar, tab heaven, they have all sorts tabs.. one song can have at least 20tabs for guitar, 10+ for bass, sometimes even for piano also.. but suay suay no tabs for drums. but mxtabs has it all, and accurate too. somemore don't have those annoying ads that pops up and say "u will be directed to blahblah.com in __ seconds". den the thing will start counting down. yeah, so, JOY TO THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exact date isn't announced yet. its only stated "this summer". but singapore is summer all year round. so when is it going to be??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5804596401994778439?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5804596401994778439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5804596401994778439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5804596401994778439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5804596401994778439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahas-i-read-from-mxtabs.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-639835568945408157</id><published>2007-06-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:35:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woot! many days no update. ohya i have to say this!! the teachers are crazy! holiday hmrk do until wan to die, and i still have a.maths, maths and ss left. wah ss even worse.. 6 freaking papers! cool right? anne kang so cute seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mr chandra abit late for our class. so we went canteen. they started talking abt the practical bk. den fabian said he din bring. so jeriel kept saying "he'll kill you". den we laughed, and he went "ltr he take out his ak and start shooting den not so funny alrdy". HAHAHAS.. ohman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RmWQRu8YwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mx-ieGh9Xdk/s1600-h/detailImage_2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072619189636219026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RmWQRu8YwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mx-ieGh9Xdk/s320/detailImage_2281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelieveable.. someone tell me that this thing doesn't exist..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-639835568945408157?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/639835568945408157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=639835568945408157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/639835568945408157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/639835568945408157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/woot-many-days-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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/_kLpUEg9r3JU/RmWQRu8YwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mx-ieGh9Xdk/s72-c/detailImage_2281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31752113.post-1520919571457481483</id><published>2007-05-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:13:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chi o level today. im v worried for 公函。my hand was shaking while writing. den v difficult to flip dictionary.. ptc was horrible. and huiming gave me the WRONG RESULT SLIP! at first i saw it, i was damn happy. cos LIR4 finally less than 20. den i looked at the attendance. cnt be lehs. mine was like shit, but the result slip showed full attendance. den look at class position. i rmbr mr hui said that i was frm 35 to 40, budden the one shown was between 10 to 15.. WEIRD. den i look at the name. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS REALLY NOT MINE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bac the correct one. like shit la. 31 and 40. can u imagine the feeling? one moment u damn freaking happy, and den the nxt, "sorry wrong result slip". 要玩人也不是这样玩法的 loh... wah i damn pissed la.. 空欢喜一场.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nxt time whoever is giving out result slips pls OPEN UR EYES AND LOOK CAREFULLY. if possible spell out every letter of the name, one by one.. dun give ppl false hope. if not ltr kena hantam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and holidays are like, heh heh, sch days.. 2 weeks gone due to practical exams and supplementary. (讲好听是supplementary, 难听就是remedial) and holiday assignments are WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! damn alot.. shall wake up at 7am tmr and start wif english. cnt wake up at 6, cos my parents haven go to work, and will think im crazy. they simply dun believe tat im tat hardworking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1520919571457481483?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1520919571457481483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1520919571457481483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1520919571457481483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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really respect. i rmbr tat i used to dislike her, cos i find her quite 霸道，and she oways use the duster to bang the whiteboard. its v 刺耳，and i'll flinch evrytime she does that. but 人的印象是会变的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still rmbr the day when we got bac o level chi results. she talk until on the verge of tears la. like, how often do u see teachers shed tears for students? once in a lifetime maybe? or nvr at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.G.I.F tmr!! and its 4 days to the war..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8678063677053405149?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8678063677053405149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8678063677053405149' 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able to enter DMAT. hahas. what a joke.. have to piah really hard for o levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band today was.. well.. -_-lll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3133856459310771017?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3133856459310771017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3133856459310771017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3133856459310771017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3133856459310771017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/wah-siao-i-need-13-points-for-l1r4-to.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1136961768318408564</id><published>2007-05-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:56:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aha! its a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIEWHUI :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1136961768318408564?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-31752113.post-7784925521265276207</id><published>2007-05-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:53:59.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a.maths is like, ha-ha, CMI.. i was hoping that the paper will be a manageable one. did question 1, and my hope raised. den question 2, i sian alrdy. is like those, 1 page, do part (a), den skip the rest of the page. out of 80, most probably i'll get less than 10. or even worse, less than 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, flipping the whole paper for the most of the time. after the paper started for abt 45min, i've alrdy flipped thru the whole paper, but completed less than a quarter of it. den i looked arnd, like evryone is busy writing all those out-of-the-world equations, struggling, and i can just put down my pen, lay my head down and slp. ppl spend the 2hrs doin the paper, i only use 45min.. can u imagine how bad it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started all over. tried to complete as many qns as possible. most of wad i wrote is rubbish, cos i oso dunno wad i writing. some is just write dwn the qns, den skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evryone was like struggling until w tang say stop writing, but 10min to the end of the paper, i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wads the point of losing tat 2-3 hrs of slp, slping for only that 3hrs or so, slogging ur guts out to study, and the nxt day, everything changed for the worst, and u realise that there is no point in doing the paper at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just seems.. meaningless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7784925521265276207?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-31752113.post-4625472571475329987</id><published>2007-05-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:09:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems that after such a long time, ure level of understanding is still as low..&lt;br /&gt;u still dun understand wad im trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;i find that ive expressed myself pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;but you, u dun fucking understand.&lt;br /&gt;lets shut just up.&lt;br /&gt;yes, both of us.&lt;br /&gt;den it will be a peaceful and wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4625472571475329987?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-31752113.post-2034712961627109323</id><published>2007-05-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:32:20.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i've changed blog song to animation medley. people, jus fork out that 8min plus and listen to it. cos i find that its a very nice and touching piece. when i heard it during symphonie II at vch, i almost cried. it may sound crazy, but its true. tis is the 2nd piece tat make mi so full of emotions.. first one was hidamari, but not as much as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard it just now. it reminds mi of symphonie II, concerts, parades, and all the happy times i had in PHSSB. oh man.. why does this feeling keeps lurking arnd? its so sad and heart-wrenching.. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright mid yr is still on. jiayou everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2034712961627109323?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2034712961627109323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2034712961627109323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2034712961627109323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2034712961627109323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2153631835153642911</id><published>2007-04-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:46:02.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man can u believe it?! i actually broke my specs.. bcos i sumhow dropped it, and i din know, so i accidentally STEPPED on it. and PRAAGGG. frame break+lens crack. ho seh liao.. omg.. how can i not see it on the floor. impossible. so i ended up making a new one just now in the evening. which costs mi $135. ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning i stepped on my sch belt. yes, AGAIN i din see it. maybe so tired/shag alrdy.. plus my fever haven fully recovered. so PIAK, and the buckle sort of dented. so went i try to put the belt into the buckle, CMI.. in the end i take screwdriver and force the dent out. hahas. lucky nvr spoil. if not its goin to cost mi another 5 bucks. HOLY SH*T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel that im v fat. okay, maybe just heavy.. heh heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-2153631835153642911?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2153631835153642911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=2153631835153642911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2153631835153642911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/2153631835153642911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-man-can-u-believe-it-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1719692270155812085</id><published>2007-04-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:04:16.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congratulations to guzheng :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is damn cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/voxxTCRs7sc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/voxxTCRs7sc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1719692270155812085?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1719692270155812085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1719692270155812085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1719692270155812085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1719692270155812085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/congratulations-to-guzheng-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3518839611238544176</id><published>2007-04-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:31:18.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahas. i went swimming this afternoon. yes, right when the sun is blazing hot. long time din swim le, so after swimming 2 laps i alrdy heh heh chuan liao. now im burnt.. wads worse is today i went to buy curry puff. the stall is own by chinese and malay, but today the chinese not there. so i go to the stall, and the uncle TALKED TO ME IN MALAY!! come on, am i really that black? so i was like, "huh? erm.. im not malay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den just now go grandma hse for dinner. my cousin saw mi and she went "geh leng kia" (malay boy in hokkien). oh man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld change my name. ahmad sounds nice. bala oso not bad. heh heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3518839611238544176?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3518839611238544176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3518839611238544176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3518839611238544176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3518839611238544176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/wahahas.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3983878931191779825</id><published>2007-04-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:35:24.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_S1HFhb1EM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_S1HFhb1EM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cancer - My Chemical Romance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn away,&lt;br /&gt;If you could get me a drink&lt;br /&gt;Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded&lt;br /&gt;Call my aunt Marie&lt;br /&gt;Help her gather all my things&lt;br /&gt;And bury me in all my favorite colors,&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and my brothers, still,&lt;br /&gt;I will not kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now turn away,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm awful just to see '&lt;br /&gt;Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my agony,&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will never marry,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo&lt;br /&gt;But counting down the days to go&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't living&lt;br /&gt;And I just hope you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you say&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye today&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3983878931191779825?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3983878931191779825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3983878931191779825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3983878931191779825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3983878931191779825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/cancer-my-chemical-romance-turn-away-if.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7537328684819599856</id><published>2007-04-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:06:37.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yihuan say i nvr update my blog.. so i shall update it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first she told mi that, den i was like "wad u wan mi to write? abt how sad i am cos dere's no band?" aye but seriously, i really feel v weird without band. like, part of me is gone, gone for good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, national day.. it'll be the last time i'll be playing as a member of PHSSB (im proud to be a part of it. hell yeah!) and might be the last time i play the trumpet, the last time i play in a wind ensemble.. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say, "aiyah u still got ur own band mahs". yeah true, but somehow, i feel more happy in PHSSB. probably bcos frm starting of this yr till now, dere has been alot of band practices, but no jamming. in anyway, i still love both bands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch has been quite ok bahs. managed to escape oral exam. ytd i picked a blue stick, ms chionh say start wif orange. den other ppl draw the sticks, but din kena blue, so not my turn yet. today i chose orange, cos i was thinking, ytd start wif orange, today wun so suey de bahs.. hahas. din kena oso. wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogathon tmr. hope my knee wun act up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find 'cancer' by my chemical romance very nice. v sad and touching. go listen to it ppl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7537328684819599856?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7537328684819599856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7537328684819599856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7537328684819599856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7537328684819599856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/yihuan-say-i-nvr-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-1029345619171467847</id><published>2007-04-12T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:49:32.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got a bronze..&lt;br /&gt;disappointed. wif results, and wif someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觉得很遗憾。last year in phssb, but din manage to get wad we expected. when they were announcing our school's result tears were alrdy welling up in my eyes. and den when ours was announced, it jus came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遗憾归遗憾，伤心归伤心。but like sin yi said, we shld be proud even if we got a bronze. we shld be proud of the hard work and effort we put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really passes v quickly. arnd half a year ago, we were having farewell for the seniors. and now its almost time for out turn to step down. just a short 4 months. after symphonie II, dere were still like 4 mths to syf. and wif a blink of an eye, its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bac band room to clear up, sort out scores, and played those old pieces. like song of prairie, hidamari. and the memories came back. i felt the happiness i always felt when playing. and its like, i used to think that there's still alot of time in phssb, and i treasured every moment of it, and every memory, happy or sad. and now, few more months until we officially step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真得很舍不得。。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-1029345619171467847?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1029345619171467847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=1029345619171467847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1029345619171467847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/1029345619171467847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-got-bronze.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-3085713152023353222</id><published>2007-04-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:38:03.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah i know i shld be slping now. but i simply cant go to slp. i started feeling nervous ytd nite. and slept less than 5hrs. so today after recess, i was in half-asleep state alrdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been goin sch for band for 7 consecutive days. must say that its v tiring. i shall not say that i worked very very very hard, cos dere will oways be ppl who work extra hard than mi. but at least i know that i put in alot of effort for this syf. never in my life have i put in so much effort in something, not even exams. and can see that all of us worked very hard oso. i just hope that everything will go smoothly tmr. can get gold of cos good la. but even if cant, at least we tried, and gave our everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had rehearsal in the hall. moved tables and chairs. and damn tat ah peh. dun let us use trolley. is like 73 chairs and u want us to carry by hand. go to hell man! moved everything, and i felt that my shoulder was goin to dislocate.. and i was damn tired. plus they switch off fan and air-con. like damn hot and sticky la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan gave us a talk today. v motivating la. and he bought us lip balm too. he's been very nice lately. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright its the BIG day tmr. JIAYOU EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17+ hours more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for strength and sense of peace for PHSSB. and those wif sore throat or wadeva to recover. and hopefully my shoulder will recover too. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3085713152023353222?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3085713152023353222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=3085713152023353222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3085713152023353222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/3085713152023353222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-i-know-i-shld-be-slping-now.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4086719841413862306</id><published>2007-04-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:16:45.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the so called "maundy thursday".. dunno wad it stands for.. and i received a "booking" from ccp ytd. for not doing hmrk.. its like, STRIKING GREEN in colour la.. oh man. and she wants those who kena it to do the hmrk and file in together wif the green paper. like, wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapel service in the hall. the skit quite nice la.. i like the robber. heh heh. and i just passed my physics test.. by right can get more marks de. i hand itchy go write extra stuff, den zero.. and the last question, my ans all upside down de. multiply de i go divide, and divide de i went to multiply.. yeah.. suey ah. and i finished the maths worksheet given today in sch.. quite alot of questions loh. plus got some draw wrong, den re-draw.. yeah.. so got 成就感. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band went on quite well. except that my nose was v irritating. i think i'll become rudolf by tmr. and at the end of practice, mr tan said "very very good". so mi and darryl were like, "did i hear wrongly?" hahas.. having practice this sunday.. so cool loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4086719841413862306?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4086719841413862306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4086719841413862306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4086719841413862306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4086719841413862306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-so-called-maundy-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6716482816404216253</id><published>2007-04-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:39:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31/3&lt;br /&gt;report to band at 8.30. moved everything up to music room. man! is like, from band room, den take d&amp;t block staircase up to 4th. equivalent to combing the whole sch. i suddenly felt that our sch is very big. ran up and down several times, fell down also.. sweat alot, knee acted up again. but overall band was fun la.. and poor darryl sprained his wrist. haiz. hope he will recover soon. band ended, and by the time we were dismissed, it was 5pm alrdy. went for steamboat the-many-ppl.. left quite late. den reached home at 11pm. bathed and evrythin, and went for movie wif my cousins. watched number 23. ok la. but i felt like slping during the movie. too shag liao.. and my knee acted up again when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4&lt;br /&gt;april fool's day. wah lucky its on a sunday. if not i sure kena alot of pranks de. afternoon, yanzong sent mi a msg. "wah ee hui i just found out im gay". den i replied him "wtf trying to trick mi rite? u think i dunno its april fool's day? heh heh". but i din realise tat his msg can scroll down de.. yeah so.. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/4&lt;br /&gt;yeah i din go to sch. woke up my knee hurts like hell. i crawled my way to the computer, after being bedridden since morning. pain in still dere, but if i continue to lie in bed den i'll decompose alrdy. this knee, has been giving my problems.. saturday darryl injured his arm, went wif janelle to find ice. on the way running back, it acted up, yes, right when i was climbing the stairs. dumb knee.. sometimes i feel tat i shld jus chop off my lower leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. jus like yihuan said "砍掉啦。砍掉就不痛了。"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6716482816404216253?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6716482816404216253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6716482816404216253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6716482816404216253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6716482816404216253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/04/313-report-to-band-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4345074616181634390</id><published>2007-03-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:21:40.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a.maths test, which was a goner. i'll top the class again, as usual.. bio lesson become art lesson. we draw the effects of adrenaline. yes, draw.. cool rite? and yihuan draw a shit on my bandage. tats why i say it seemed like art lesson. physics oso seem like art lesson. draw the symbols of electric circuit. got alot weird stuffs nvr hear b4 de. like the.. galvonometer. yeah.. den still got wad heat dependent and light emitting thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng v sian. ccp din come for 2days. (best!) and fabian damn lame. he keep asking wan to pon anot. hello! wads the point of ponning when the teacher is absent? wan to pon den pon when the teacher is in school la. this is den call pon ok.. dumb.. and he damn f*cking irritating. i slping her keep plucking my hair and knocking the table. wah one day i suddenly go bersek and that's it man. his head will go thru the whiteboard. maybe even the wall too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt go band bcos of chi test. eeee.. by the time i go band room they keeping instruments alrdy. sort of played once thru, den "jammed". and i realise one thing. my mother dunno how to bandage wounds de. my skills is so much better. looks nicer too. but she insist on bandaging for me, and now its like so damn uncomfortable. nvm. i'll re-bandage it ltr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.G.I.F tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-31752113.post-5384522659879495480</id><published>2007-03-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:31:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bruises/pain/cuts everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2.4 run ytd. failed.. due to my knee. it hurts like hell during my 4th lap. and now my legs are aching.. den i cut my hand, now its in bandage (yes, again). so throughout the the whole syf showcase and band practice, i was playing wif one hand. now my pinky abit bruised bahs. den carried the chimes to the hall, somehow the thing came down on my right shoulder.. now blue black.. cool right? but band was fun. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.maths test tmr. mr hui say test us on simple differentiation.. but as we all noe, his so-called "simple" is fake one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5384522659879495480?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5384522659879495480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=5384522659879495480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5384522659879495480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/5384522659879495480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/bruisespaincuts-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4625181693834722840</id><published>2007-03-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:53:50.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch v boring, as usual. had band in the afternoon. polished our instruments. and "jammed" wif lipkai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya i wan to mention something. felicia has been v guai since ytd. she helped janelle, siewhui and mi set intrument sia. mus be got motive de. hahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4625181693834722840?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-31752113.post-3272950481513811769</id><published>2007-03-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:13:39.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh freak.&lt;br /&gt;i watched LOC's grad nite performance,&lt;br /&gt;watched busted's air hostess,&lt;br /&gt;and listen to angels and airwaves' the war.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like jamming again.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-3272950481513811769?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3272950481513811769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>was almost late for sch today. chiong to hall, no name tag no tie, and they started teh national anthem. yeah.. put them on after everything. mrs tan played us a song. yea. but too bad.. i dunno how to appreciate christian songs.. so sorry. sch was boring.. especially eng. worse than last time ok. i regret not goin for eng in the past. ppl say "人总是到了失去时才懂得珍惜"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had band. quite ok la. mr tan's mood was quite gd today. but i very tired. and janelle was like so hyper, seeing her makes me even more tired.. trumpet sect will be sitting on 2 chairs frm now on. but not nice to sit.. cos my feet cnt touch the ground. unbelieveable rite? but its true. i was laughing at siewhui at first, budden i realise my feet oso cnt touch ground.. yeah.. so.. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya off to piah hmrk le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7001953492200043047</id><published>2007-03-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:13:33.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of term 2. now they have this 10min thing wif form teachers evry morning, which is totally pointless and lame.. some teachers din come, so had a few free periods. dominic tan came to relief us for history. damn funny la. chenjie kept kajiao-ing her, asking her for sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sort of changed our eng teachers. yeah.. dunno why so suey, still under ccp.. sian.. means there will be more of "it turns me off to see students slping in class" sort of thing. yeah.. and now its like, even more sian.. last time still ok. now like totally nth to look forward to during eng. no life at all.. kns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7001953492200043047?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7001953492200043047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7001953492200043047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7001953492200043047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7001953492200043047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-of-term-2.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-4459074322673119418</id><published>2007-03-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:38:51.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for band.. mr tan came at arnd 11plus. so had sectionals, den go in and combine. played once thru safari and escape, den left for SPA. quite fun la. but i din noe how to draw the table. so jus anyhow.. sweat like a pig man. den the safety goggles keep sliding down the bridge of my nose. nxt time i bring swimming goggles liao. those kind wif degree de. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den go toa payoh meet janelle and minghui. bought +44's album. i tried looking for it in yishun but dun have.. causeway oso dun have.. yeah. quite nice la.. watched campus superstar. and went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah sian. sch reopening le.. eeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-4459074322673119418?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4459074322673119418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=4459074322673119418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4459074322673119418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/4459074322673119418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-for-band.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-7043425405211184786</id><published>2007-03-14T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:00:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. this is my 100th post. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept getting woken up by sms today. first was pongpong, at 4+am. but i think i was too tired, cos i couldnt read his msg.. i saw somethin like "jpp", "gote".. funny words la.. so i decided to ignore it and go bac to slp. woke up at 5+am, and rmbr tat i haven reply pongpong.. this time i got it right. hahas.. his msg was "wan to ask janelle along anot?" whoa. how can i misread the whole msg totally? so i replied him, telling him tat janelle got camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, arnd 7am, got woken up by lipkai's sms.. he say he too tired, dowan go remedial, so no nd go eat le. so i told pongpong.. and went bac to slp. den 8am, alarm clock rang.. went for band. i really cant stand sectionals. now we can only play those 2 pieces. den after like an hour, jiu sian alrdy.. thank goodness mr tan is coming on saturday.. but got spa, ya, so have to leave for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band ended, went to eat wif lipkai and pongpong.. den went bac to sch. wanted to go inside band room, but they were talking inside. so went to play basketball. den came bac, slack in band room for a while, den went to play ball again. v long nvr sweat so much liao. left sch at 6.30. my shirt was like wet all the way until i came home.. cool.. ya i noe i stinked pretty badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. 4 more days of holiday. why like so fast huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7043425405211184786?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7043425405211184786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7043425405211184786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7043425405211184786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7043425405211184786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-8060327064631440021</id><published>2007-03-13T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:29:48.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-8060327064631440021?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8060327064631440021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=8060327064631440021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8060327064631440021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/8060327064631440021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>you're leaving home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-2790679556620084303</id><published>2007-03-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:51:47.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to eileen:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just not my day!! first thing in the morning, i was crossing the road and deep in thought, and i din see a car coming. so i jus crossed. summore i din hear the car's horn. i only saw the headlight of the car, so i stood dere for a while, den i heard the car horn.. too shag liao. abit retarded.. but i learn frm physics that light travels faster than sound. so its normal tat i saw the headlight but din hear the horn. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reach mrt station. saw a really MUSCULAR woman. like, whoa!! her shoulders were really broad man. plus her biceps. man!! if not for her high-heels and long hair, i will think she was a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train came, but din manage to get in. like v weird lehs.. mi and pong pong reach the station first. follow by bc and jane. but they manage to board the train, and mi and pong pong have to wait for the nxt train. HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch was ok. den after sch go eat wif bc. took bus, den dere was this malay boy, i think abit sot la. he was singing and laughing to himself. haiz. the ppl i met today all weird weird de. reach northpoint.. den got one guy came to mi, ask me buy pen, for some ex-convict thing. walk away but another came up. no choice, help him but. so dere goes my $2, spent on a pen.. cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating, this indian approached me. he said he no money to makan, den he stretched out his hand. gave him one dollar, but he din leave loh. he repeated tat he no money to makan, den like wan to cry liao, so i give him.. another dollar. *poof* tats another 2 bucks gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the end sia. i almost fell into the drain while walking home. got this bicycle came frm behind, den i had to siam, den almost fell inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;马票又不会中啦，这种有没有的就一大堆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tmr still like that, i think i'll cry..&lt;div 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home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07976047832736412796</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-31752113.post-6892197025896419197</id><published>2007-03-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:52:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought i'd just post an entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today quite lame.. and i was v sleepy. ms choi din come, so mr "sit-down" open the classrm for us.. slp for 2 periods. den ss. din bother to listen as usual. so jus put my head on the table and daydream. eng, mrs lai took over ccp. listen to dunno wad cd.. v boring, so i slp again.. but fabian keeps kicking my table. tmd irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, first half of the day was so called "free-periods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya and I FOUND MY BIO TXTBOOK! its not in the cupboard, so i search arnd, and i found it on top of a box behind mr hui's table.. wonder which idiot put it dere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was disappointing la. i think mr tan was angry wif our attendance.. yeah. he erased our hope. so hurting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-6892197025896419197?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6892197025896419197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=6892197025896419197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/6892197025896419197'/><link rel='self' 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hahas. got bac ss paper.. failed as usual. by then i alrdy v tired liao.. den maths even worse. is like half-asleep alrdy. played cards during chem wif yan zong, yong pin and jeriel. hahas.. cool sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pon chem prac and went to study a.maths wif pong pong, janelle, ming hui.. not very effective. too tired liao. but its better than staying in the stuffy lab and mixing this wif that. the precipitate is jus gross la.. esp brown one. looks like shit.. oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those with smell even worse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-5920431486367286875?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5920431486367286875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wished that i was nvr borned. life jus seems to hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i quarrelled wif that woman again. i promised myself that i will not talk bac. i'll jus keep quiet, keep evrything inside.. till one i day, i'll jus explode, and then its "bye bye, cruel world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understnd why cant for once, u shut up and listen. perhaps its gonna work too. bcos even if u were to listen, i think u wun understand how i feel.. ure jus too dense, so full of urself.. u keep asking mi to say out my problems, but its pointless la, since u wun understand anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah u ask why i dun lose my temper when im wif my frens.. the reason is god damn simple. bcos they understand how i feel deep inside. all i nd to do is tell them my problems, jus ONCE, and they understand. but for u, i have to keep on repeating, and u still dun understand. u give mi answers that i have to repeat myself over and over.. its true u noe, we can spend hours repeating ourselves, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ure still too dense to understand wad im trying to say. ok.. simplified and precise. jus 4 words. 无法沟通。its tat simple. i dun lose my temper when im wif my frens, 因为我们可以沟通。可是，跟你讲，我可以讲到吐血，讲到断气，还是不可以沟通。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u said "不要这样子啦，给人家知道你脾气酱坏，很不好." for goodness sake, i dun anyhow lose my temper de. but i can lose it easily when im toking to u. aiyah 讲酱多，你还不是怕丢脸，怕没面子。dun try to act la, i noe u.. god damn well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我会当作没有你这个儿子" i will rmbr that u said this to my face.. dun regret wad u said. i can oso take it that ure not my mum. get this straight, i dun nd you. i dun fucking need you. i can oways go bac to work, and earn a living myself, i wun fucking die jus bcos ure not here.. to me, whether ure here anot, it doesnt matter. it makes no difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你要什么，我买给你，你干嘛还这样?" pls la.. u think i care abt these? no i dun, i dun give a shit at all.. there are some things money cant buy. and that's love, care, warmth. i dun sense them in this home.. u say that care, but no, i dun sense it.. but one thing i can sense, that's hypocracy.. ure such a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this home, no, this house, is jus an empty shell, pretending to be a home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31752113-7670117339122305148?l=talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromanotherbrokenhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7670117339122305148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31752113&amp;postID=7670117339122305148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31752113/posts/default/7670117339122305148'/><link rel='self' 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bathed and lie on my bed, v sleepy but couldnt get to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought abt alot of things.. i sort of miss sch bahs. sounds ridiculous.. but is bcos i din go sch on thurs and fri. miss the feeling of "waiting for the bell at dismissal". honestly speaking, "tired" was just an excuse bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought abt band, how sch life will be like after syf.. shld be v sian.. no life at all.. so i shldnt call it sch life after all. last yr's theme was "school without walls". not v sure wad this yr's is, but i think it shld be called "school without life".. yeah. a perfect theme tat can last for decades, maybe centuries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. have been quite emo since thurs. maybe this is the true reason why i din go sch.. i duno. tried to make things right, but it seemed.. meaningless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管世界变得怎么样，只要有你就会是天堂。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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